Tether me.

For Christmas this year, I got a big ass zebra kite! (I mean, picture the whole (non)-horse flying in the sky…)

I’m very excited.

And this is extra good, because this past fall, those little punks Ali and Juan lost my original kite:

See that little black dot?

Yeah. That’s my kite commiting suicide.

It took me a long time to talk about this. You don’t know what that kite’s been through. I was a bit sad.

It also took Juan and Ali a long time to stop looking for what the kite might be tethered to somewhere in the depths of Toronto.

I appreciate that.

All in all, I’m much happier knowing the kite soared and was free in the end than to have it meet its fate all mangled in a tree (which happened so many times, but the brave thing jes’ kept on livin’.)

Corneille

(À suivre…)

Goodness Gracious!

Juan's sister just got a new puppy…

……

and the sounds of "split spooning in the rain" is mighty enticing…
…but after 3 hours your lips turn blue and you cut your hand and you don't feel it and you don't bleed and soon you're doing jumping jacks to keep warm and everyone else is wondering if your hard hat is on too tight and you still have 5 hours to go and when you get home you cocoon yourself wadding all the blankets you own and stuffing them into your sweater and then you trip and fall on your cat and no matter how many treats you're coaxing him with afterwards, he's still adamant about living in the couch because it's safer than living out there in the open with you, you putz.