Friday, November 11, 2016


Leonard Cohen died yesterday. Once again, we're seeing "RIP" in all the tributes. Why do we save peace for our eternal slumber?

In grade 13 (Ontario, Canada! Way back in the last century, they made you take grade 13/OAC if you wanted to go to university!), I took "Writer's Craft".  This was a "fluff course", guaranteed to get you a decent mark for your university application. I, however, enjoyed writing anyway and had previously taken workshops and extra tutoring. For your semester long "Independent Project", you had to study an author and create work inspired by them. I chose Leonard Cohen. He seemed so radical, modern, sexy, adult. No Edgar Allan Poe or Emily Dickinson for me.

My end project was well received by the teacher--a younger, edgier man with an earring and (small) ponytail. It was 1989, LOL. Looking back, many of the poems make me blush--are they actually as good as he said? Over the next few days I'll post a few. Very few eyes have read most of these poems!

Looking through my folder, there are very few after 1993, and none after 1995. I suffered a unexpected breakup in 1995 and it was like that wiped the creative juices from my soul.  However, last night I was inspired again.

Why do we say "Rest in Peace" when someone dies?
Why do we save peace for the eternal slumber?
It's the people left behind that need the peace.

Instead of
Rest in Peace,

Let us

Walk in Peace,
Work in Peace, 
Love with Peace,
Dream with Peace,
Share in Peace
Practice Peace
Teach Peace
Embody Peace

Instead of 
Rest in Peace

Let us 
Live in Peace.

Thursday, July 14, 2016

Chip Truck #12---Island Fries (Port Perry)

I don't get to Port Perry very often, but a friend who lives on the island suggested this truck.  So when we took our new boat to Lake Scugog to test it out, I knew we had to try the chip truck.  It was busy, so that's usually a good sign.

Sorry, no pictures.  I was too busy enjoying it!

The man running the window is from down east--as noticed by my youngest when he said "poo-tin" instead of "poo-teen".  She asked him and he confirmed it.  The man behind us said he was from "Bat Hurt" and that confused my girl until I reminded her about the French's lack of "th" and that he was really from Bathurst LOL.

My husband got a cheeseburger.  There was an impressive array of toppings.  However, when the burger arrived, it didn't have all his toppings. There was some confusion in the back and it was cute hearing them bicker.  He got his burger a few minutes later, but it felt much longer in the hot sun.  NO SHADE!

His cheeseburger was awesome.  I immediately wished I had gotten one.  Next time.  There were some other good looking options on the menu too.  I don't remember if we got onion rings. 

If you're going through Port Perry, or want a nice drive somewhere, check it out.  At the corner of Highway 7A and Island Rd, where the traffic lights are.  There is also a bakery with gluten free products and antiques.  Lots of parking, though if you have a boat, take a peek as you drive up to figure out where you want to park as it's a bit narrow for a full U-turn.

Wednesday, February 24, 2016

I am Not a Bad Dog Owner

My dog barks.  At squirrels.

I've never had a barker before.  Our last dog, Cooper, was an "old soul" from birth.  We lived in a 3 year old house, in a subdivision with barely any trees.  We had no kids and plenty of "free" time.  We spent a lot of that time on the walking trails, hiking trails and open fields.  Although he showed interest in wildlife, sometimes chasing it, he rarely ever barked.  At anything.

A little over six years ago we moved to this house.  Older, in a mature subdivision filled with large trees and tons of urban wildlife.  In our backyard, we've seen rabbits, rats, chipmunks, red squirrels, grey squirrels, skunks, raccoons, possum, and even a blue heron.

A few months after moving in, Cooper died on Christmas Eve.  He was 11, and had recently been sick, but we thought he was on the mend.  We had no plans for another dog though we kept an open mind.  Then, in mid-March we found out that Cooper's brother had sired a litter of supposively purebred Goldens.  On Easter weekend, we (along with my brother's family and our parents) went to check them out.  We all ended up with a puppy.

Having a puppy again was so much harder this time.  The kids got wound up, Skippy got wound up.  He (and his brothers) did this "psycho puppy" thing of racing around the kitchen or backyard in circles (I have a video of it on my YouTube channel).  He was already a very dominant dog, not responding to our previous puppy training experience.  He was challenging to walk, took longer to housetrain, get through the biting stage, and learn commands.  He was certainly quite smart, but also very clueless at times.  The alpha-dog part is still the hardest thing.

I don't know when or why it started, but Skippy has the biggest hate towards squirrels.  There are two big trees in adjoining lots at the corners of our backyard.  Every day Skippy goes out there and has a barking showdown with the squirrels.  I yell, I try to drag him in (it's like dragging a tantruming three year old), I try to leash him.  The most effective (but time consuming) thing has been to have a staring contest until I see his tail drop.  First though, I have to get his attention which isn't easy.

Strange thing is, he doesn't do this on the weekends when Rob is home.  He might run out and give one cursory bark.  Once in a while he might go crazy, but it's not like Monday-Friday, between 7:30am-8:00am. 

Rob keeps talking about getting a training collar, but he wants one of the most expensive ones, with a huge range and lots of features that he can't even find locally.  I want the cheap (still $100+) one that just does barking, so that I don't have to stand there and wait with the controller for him to bark.  So, he's never gotten around to getting one.  And, it's not an issue for him.

What else can I do?  I can't not let him out as he's just gotten up and/or eaten breakfast.  If I leash him before he goes out, he won't go pee.  What I really want to do is get rid of the squirrels.  Other than a pellet or .22 gun, how?!  And how to stop others from moving in?

He rarely barks at people or dogs going past the house.  Doesn't bark when the doorbell rings.  He does get very hyper when people come to the door.  Generally, he's a good dog, but from 7:30-8:30am and again for a while after lunch, he is the most annoying thing on the planet.