Borealiso Beautiful: February 2011

Saturday, February 19, 2011

Seraphim or nephilim

There's a monster growing within me.

It is covered in lanugo, a fine, downy hair to keep it warm. Or is that gone now? It has translucent skin. The (pregnancy) Bible tells me so. 17 weeks means a skinny little thing with translucent skin. Seraphim or nephilim taken up residence.

Not only that, but it's hungry. Hungry like a harpy and just as loud. Wild lion rrroowwww! For three bowls of Cheerios at three in the morning when I can not sleep. And peanut butter on stoned-wheat thins by the half-pack. Chocolate before breakfast and pickles before supper. Bowl after bowl of popcorn at the meat draw.

Beautiful monster. It's true, you are starting to be able to tell that it's there. Especially if you get to see me naked all the time (Steve). Or if I'm prancing around in long underwear. Or if I'm wearing that beautiful new short sweater from India (really, United Colors of Benetton) that should not be worn with rolls and folds. Goodbye beautiful new sweater. See you next year.

I will share a picture as soon as I get an Internet-appropriate version.

Monday, February 7, 2011

Winter Wonderfuls

When we got back to Canada, back to Clearwater Lake, the only true to-do on our list was a walk with our dog. Steve's biggest worry with being away for any period of time is leaving London. As we tramped over the trails, we marvelled at how quiet and white and...clean the woods were. The beauty of our corner of the country. As I've told many people since our trip, India is a gorgeous country (geographically and human-ly speaking), but it is dirty. The garbage will pile up in the road-side, home-side ditches, but then be carefully burned come morning. India's waste-disposal system.

So on to some some familiar winter wonderfuls. The way the light and shadows filter through the trees every time you go for a walk, snowshoe or ski....never the same, always captivating.

And the Fireking mug, gifted from Mumma's camp. White and robin-egg blue checkers welcome me home, greet me in the morning. Small enough to require a refill of coffee, always ensuring my drink is hot. A definite winter wonderful, especially as we gut the interior of our house. Constants to every routine are comforting, no matter the surprises that our way come.

Bedtime Stories

October 10: Mr. Fox (Helen Oyeyemi): Why say with a few words what this review says so well with a lot? Took me a while, but I've been busy. I may have told you. It's a book I floated on top of, dipping my toe in, not really sinking into. Maybe it was the violence against women dressed up in fables. But a couple of passages that I loved. Here's one: ""Let this enemy of progress tell you something," I said. "I'm never sad when a friend goes far away, because whichever city or country that friend goes to, they turn the place friendly. They turn a suspicious-looking name on the map into a place where a welcome can be found. Maybe the friend will talk about you sometimes, to other friends that live around him, and then that's almost as good as being there yourself. You're in several places at once! In fact, my daughter, I would even go so far as to say that the farther away your friends are, and the more spread out they are, the better your chances of going safely through the world..." "Ugh," my daughter said."
August 12: Be Different (John Elder Robison): Here's a view of life with Aspergers. An easy, informative and entertaining read. I like how he stresses that Asperger's does not necessarily mean you're disabled, or that there's something wrong with you; you're just different. Your brain is wired differently. A good insight into some of the behaviours linked with Aspergers. Robison stressed that these behaviours are not there to hurt, bother or defy other people; they are entirely self-serving. As the author points out, however, knowledge is power. Both the Aspergian and those who live and work with them benefit from knowing about Aspergers so that true growth can happen.
Early August: Fifty Shades of Grey and Fifty Shades Darker (ELJames): I don't know if I should be admitting to reading these. Annie-Claude called it mommy porn. I am a mommy. I would consider this porn. But the website says erotica. If there's a bandwagon, you should jump on it, right?
Mid-July: On the Outside Looking Indian (Rupinder Gill): This girl could definitely be a stand-up comic. As for a novelist or a "year-in-the-life-of-ist", she's a bit of a lightweight. Superficial goals that only briefly acknowledge their raison d'etre...this is a quest for happiness and self-acceptance, Rupinder, not just for Disney Land and a childhood denied. You'rein charge of your own destiny, rah rah rah.
Early July : The Dovekeepers (Alice Hoffman): She's a witch! Alice Hoffman has a good feel for the customs, speech and social expectations and taboos of these Roman times. Great strong female characters.
May 16: The Continuum Concept (Jean Liedloff): Felt like I was sitting in on my first-year anthropology class, listening to a very passionate teacher who adored her subject but who had to share it with an indifferent audience. What did I take away from this? I like to carry my baby, had her in a sling or carrier most of the time when she was young, let her feed on demand...but she sleeps in her crib (a no-no, according to Jean). I do like her description of the "in-arms phase", where "...the infant is always present but rarely the center of attention. He is simply there, in the midst of the caretaker's life, constantly experiencing things, safely being held." Until he starts exploring on his own, at which point he does so without interference ("protection"), but with mother nearby and available if he needs help. Ready, set, explore Clearwater Lake! Waldkind.
May 8: Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children (Ransom Riggs...really?!): Great creepy, black-and-white photos of (real) peculiar children. The story is kind of contrived and spoon-fed, though. It is a beautiful looking book, found in the well-stocked children's lit section of Brighton's tiny bookstore.
May 3: On Writing (Stephen King): I like books on writing. Teaching writing, becoming a better writer. Essentially, it boils down to two things: you need to read a lot and write a lot. That's it. As a side note, did you know that Stephen King was an alcoholic and drug addict? Liked his memoirs and thoughts on his own stories. Am quite happy to steer very clear of said stories. I believe that they're good. Good enough for me.
April 27: I Love You, Beth Cooper (Larry Doyle): Steve's been wanting me to read this for a while. It is hilarious. I was actually grossed out in the first few pages and expected to gag on a description of exploding white puss-filled zits, but was soon flying through an epic grad night. Adventures in Babysitting style. I now want to see the movie.
April 22: I am Number Four (Pittacus Lore): Tee hee hee. Young-adult superhero book at its "best". Favourite line: "That's for my dad!" (as Sam uses a shotgun to blow away the Mogadorian, revenge for the abduction of his father).

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