Good evening folks, this is the start of my posts having to do with Diane, her summers at the cottage and her family, Father, Mum, Farley and Beth, and their dog, Toby.
I am hesitant to say that any coincidence or likeness of these characters is highly fictional, and made up, but I honestly can't. These stories are based on my summers at the cottage, and of the adventures my family has had there. Later, the stories will spill over to winter at the cottage, and even other seasons at home, instead of the cottage.
"One Saturday, Beth came home from Camp Living Water for her day off. With her, she brought Joe, her newly acquired boyfriend. He was, I'm inclined to think, the reason she stayed for 7 weeks at camp, instead of the original 4. He was extremely nice to Farl and I, and we prided ourselves in tilling Beth into such a presentable and desirable young lady. Joe was also an extremely excellant angler and, as a gift to Father and Mum, he brought a 6lb. bass, which he had caught, gutted and froze all by himself.
Farl had a hard rime controlling himself at the sight of this gorgeously large fish, so Joe, seeing Farl's bug eyes and jealousy, kindly offered to take him out that evening to see what he could teach Farl. Me, not to be reminded that Farl was a boy, and I was not, asked to go along too. beth, not to be left lone, without Joe, on that precious day off, said she would go along too.
Meanwhile, during the course of the afternoon, Joe and Farl spent time animating the fish, of which Joe had left the tail and head on, for added effect. Between the two of them, they ma the dead fish swim through the air, dance, and sing "Another One Bites the Dust". then they put it in the freezer, just so that when you opened the door, the head popped out with the eyes hanging out. It must be admitted that this was a startling find, especially when a flashlight is used during the night on the quest for an ice pack........
Back to our fishing trip. Just after dinner, we set out in the rowboat, the four of us, fishing rods a piece, a tackle box and a container of leeches. We spent the 20 minute row there (rowing because Joe said the motor would scare the fish), being instructed about proper equipment care, while Farl drank it all in. Farl seemed to think that even a well painted reel cover would help him catch bigger fish. We anchored off of the "No Fires" cliff, and proceeded to set up.
Each of us got a leech on our hooks, even thought Joe ended up putting each one on, and Joe started to teach us all his favorite techniques. We had gotten uneventfully past trolling and leaving the line, when Joe announced that he would teach us casting. Immediately I felt unsafe.".
To be continued next post! The story is a bit long to be told all at once, so stay tuned!
-Sarah
Sunglasses
Pretty Cool Glasses!
Sunday 29 January 2012
Thursday 26 January 2012
Coming Up!
Hi all,
This isn't a long post, but that's the way it is today.
I am writing to let you know of an upcoming series of posts that I will be publishing, a collection of stories that I have written. The series is called, "My Summers at the Cottage", for lack of a better name.
That's all I'm going to tell you about them, except that I have had people rolling on the floor, for what reason I'm going to omit. : )
If you like them, which you probably don't yet (but you will!), tell your friends!
-Sarah
Artist impersonation
This isn't a long post, but that's the way it is today.
I am writing to let you know of an upcoming series of posts that I will be publishing, a collection of stories that I have written. The series is called, "My Summers at the Cottage", for lack of a better name.
That's all I'm going to tell you about them, except that I have had people rolling on the floor, for what reason I'm going to omit. : )
If you like them, which you probably don't yet (but you will!), tell your friends!
-Sarah
Artist impersonation
Saturday 21 January 2012
The Help
Last weekend I watched a movie call "The Help". Maybe you've heard of it, maybe you haven't. It looks like a chick-flick, but it isn't. All the characters, with the exception of 3 are female (and the cast is pretty large), but it isn't a chick-flick, whatever anyone tells you. For anyone who hasn't seen it, without giving away any integral detail, the movie is about racial prejudice in the south during about the 1950's, and a woman who writes a book about how the black help (servants) in the white houses are treated.
The movie is emotional (I cried), funny (I laughed) and thought provoking (I thought about it afterwards). For me, my thought was, is this how we treat other people, either intentional or not intentional?
There is language, which might be considered offensive by some, but I thought it all added to the humor.
All in all, it was a very interesting movie, and I'm glad I watched it. It was a toss-up between "Green Lantern" and "The Help". I did watch "Green Lantern" before "The Help", because "GL" was my first choice, but I was highly, highly, highly disappointed by it. I thought they probably spent more money on special effects than they did on the script and and the acting coaches.
-Sarah
Unscrupulous criticism given at no expense (to me).
The movie is emotional (I cried), funny (I laughed) and thought provoking (I thought about it afterwards). For me, my thought was, is this how we treat other people, either intentional or not intentional?
There is language, which might be considered offensive by some, but I thought it all added to the humor.
All in all, it was a very interesting movie, and I'm glad I watched it. It was a toss-up between "Green Lantern" and "The Help". I did watch "Green Lantern" before "The Help", because "GL" was my first choice, but I was highly, highly, highly disappointed by it. I thought they probably spent more money on special effects than they did on the script and and the acting coaches.
-Sarah
Unscrupulous criticism given at no expense (to me).
Saturday 14 January 2012
Keep Calm and Carry On
I was recently reading through one of those kitchy gift magazines (you know, the ones that come out right before Christmas, and advertise "A gift for even the one who has a hairbrush!" or something like that), when I came across a t-shirt with a slogan on it.
The slogan was, "E=Fb: The Musical Theory of Relativity". A word to the wise, you will only get this, if you understand music. I think that is beautiful.
I think T-shirt slogans are both a great way to advertise and a great conversation starter.
I owned a T-shirt that said "Vote For Jesus". A pun on the Napoleon Dynamite slogan "Vote For Pedro". I loved the shirt, it was a great conversation starter, especially at Youth group. The only thing I hated was that it really looked like I was shoving "Jesus! In your face!". I gave it away finally because I hate it when Christians act like that.
I also love it when T-shirts advertise. This summer, my sister attended the Oakville Suzuki School Summer Institute. Their slogan was "Why worry? We've got your Bach.". (Again, only understandable if you understand music.
If you guys see some cool and/or interesting T-shirt slogans, I'd love to see them. You can always post things in my comment section!
-Sarah
"If you can read this, you are too close"
The slogan was, "E=Fb: The Musical Theory of Relativity". A word to the wise, you will only get this, if you understand music. I think that is beautiful.
I think T-shirt slogans are both a great way to advertise and a great conversation starter.
I owned a T-shirt that said "Vote For Jesus". A pun on the Napoleon Dynamite slogan "Vote For Pedro". I loved the shirt, it was a great conversation starter, especially at Youth group. The only thing I hated was that it really looked like I was shoving "Jesus! In your face!". I gave it away finally because I hate it when Christians act like that.
I also love it when T-shirts advertise. This summer, my sister attended the Oakville Suzuki School Summer Institute. Their slogan was "Why worry? We've got your Bach.". (Again, only understandable if you understand music.
If you guys see some cool and/or interesting T-shirt slogans, I'd love to see them. You can always post things in my comment section!
-Sarah
"If you can read this, you are too close"
Thursday 12 January 2012
KA
I have another confession to make. I am a yarn junkie.
It's out in the open now. You all are my accountability partners.
I have another confession to make. Between November and December, I spent $121.86 on yarn alone. No needles, no stitch markers, no scissors, just yarn. Sad, eh? Not!
I have to admit, I love to bask in my yarn collection, full of wool, merino and silk. The feel of a solid pound of yarn, the glory! That's a lot of yarn!
The easiest way to build up a yarn junkies stash is to not use any of it. Then what do you do with the $121.86 I just spent on yarn in the last 2 months?
You do stuff with it, just don't knit it. Heaven forbid that you should use it in handiwork!
Besides, that much yarn is good insulation! Think of all the heating bills you could save! The possibilities!
It is also a low-cal rival for chocolate. You just have to look at all those colours and fibres, and your appetite just goes right out of you. For food, that is. In fact, your appetite for yarn just might increase if you frequently look at your yarn to decrease your chocolate temptations.
Knitters should come with a built-in "WARNING!" sign.
Yarn junkies also have a dialect all to their own, spoken mostly in grunts and whistles. Walk into any yarn store during a sale and you will hear the unmistakeable grunts and little screams and shouts of the excited yarn junkie. Remember, they're high on yarn, be kind to them.
I should stop, this is turning out to be a bird-watching trip for yarn junkies. As Danny Bhoy says, "Aw, what will they look like, Danny? Will they come by boat?". YouTube that.
I'll let you know how my yarn stash goes, keep me in your prayers, this is my university tuition I'm using here, folks! Just joking! Kind of.
-Sarah
KA- Full-time yarn junkie
It's out in the open now. You all are my accountability partners.
I have another confession to make. Between November and December, I spent $121.86 on yarn alone. No needles, no stitch markers, no scissors, just yarn. Sad, eh? Not!
I have to admit, I love to bask in my yarn collection, full of wool, merino and silk. The feel of a solid pound of yarn, the glory! That's a lot of yarn!
The easiest way to build up a yarn junkies stash is to not use any of it. Then what do you do with the $121.86 I just spent on yarn in the last 2 months?
You do stuff with it, just don't knit it. Heaven forbid that you should use it in handiwork!
Besides, that much yarn is good insulation! Think of all the heating bills you could save! The possibilities!
It is also a low-cal rival for chocolate. You just have to look at all those colours and fibres, and your appetite just goes right out of you. For food, that is. In fact, your appetite for yarn just might increase if you frequently look at your yarn to decrease your chocolate temptations.
Knitters should come with a built-in "WARNING!" sign.
Yarn junkies also have a dialect all to their own, spoken mostly in grunts and whistles. Walk into any yarn store during a sale and you will hear the unmistakeable grunts and little screams and shouts of the excited yarn junkie. Remember, they're high on yarn, be kind to them.
I should stop, this is turning out to be a bird-watching trip for yarn junkies. As Danny Bhoy says, "Aw, what will they look like, Danny? Will they come by boat?". YouTube that.
I'll let you know how my yarn stash goes, keep me in your prayers, this is my university tuition I'm using here, folks! Just joking! Kind of.
-Sarah
KA- Full-time yarn junkie
Wednesday 11 January 2012
The Ultimate Canadian Death Trap Winner
Hi all!
One of my followers sent me this picture, with the comment: "UCDT winner!". I think this guy receives at least an honorable mention for managing to be mostly still on top of the ice!
-Sarah
Crashing through the ice of normal to sub-normal
One of my followers sent me this picture, with the comment: "UCDT winner!". I think this guy receives at least an honorable mention for managing to be mostly still on top of the ice!
-Sarah
Crashing through the ice of normal to sub-normal
Monday 9 January 2012
The Bird in the Tree
Sorry about the no posts, I'v been busy with a new knitting pattern the last week, so I haven't had much time to blog. For those of you wondering, it will be published here, on my blog, and on Ravelry before the end of February.
Anyways, back to the reason I am writing this post. Yesterday, my mother and I went to a church service my grandmother (a chaplain) gives at a retirement home. My mother typically plays piano to accompany the hymns. I sat beside her, with my back to the birdcage. The birdcage holds a non-descript budgie, in blue.
The interesting thing about this whole story, is that every time the piano started making noise and the people singing, the budgie, who is normally quiet (I don't think I have heard him speak two cheeps in a row), he would start to do his own version of the hymn, mostly in squawks and cheeps. The high pitch kind. You might think that is cute, but you weren't the one sitting right in front of the cage with a bird squeaking into supersonic! (that was a reference to Johnny English just there!)
This was terribly annoying me, so I started to throw dirty looks over my shoulder at the bird, who of course payed no attention. The weird part was that nobody else was noticing the bird.
Then it occurred to me to notice when the bird was making noise, if there was a pattern. There was. Every time we made noise, he made noise. Mostly, when we were making noise was when we were singing.
Thus, it is my opinion that the budgie was doing his own kind of praising God. Unfortunately it was the annoying kind.
I think after a while he got bored with our kind of singing, and so he started to break the mold. Every so often, he would inject a momentous squawk, quite unlike the others. Turning around to look, I saw a mirror that hung from the bars above him. Every so often, it swung around to him, and he seeing himself in the mirror, would give the tremendous squawk, which I'm guessing was something like, "Hah! I caught you!".
Again, the weird part was that nobody was noticing it but me. And my grandmother. I think she had a mental complex trying to figure out where the noises were coming from.
-Sarah
The bird woman
P.S. My mum just saw a Menonite family at Value Village, where the boy, probably 19, was very interested in a book the Harlequin Romance section. Weird?
Anyways, back to the reason I am writing this post. Yesterday, my mother and I went to a church service my grandmother (a chaplain) gives at a retirement home. My mother typically plays piano to accompany the hymns. I sat beside her, with my back to the birdcage. The birdcage holds a non-descript budgie, in blue.
The interesting thing about this whole story, is that every time the piano started making noise and the people singing, the budgie, who is normally quiet (I don't think I have heard him speak two cheeps in a row), he would start to do his own version of the hymn, mostly in squawks and cheeps. The high pitch kind. You might think that is cute, but you weren't the one sitting right in front of the cage with a bird squeaking into supersonic! (that was a reference to Johnny English just there!)
This was terribly annoying me, so I started to throw dirty looks over my shoulder at the bird, who of course payed no attention. The weird part was that nobody else was noticing the bird.
Then it occurred to me to notice when the bird was making noise, if there was a pattern. There was. Every time we made noise, he made noise. Mostly, when we were making noise was when we were singing.
Thus, it is my opinion that the budgie was doing his own kind of praising God. Unfortunately it was the annoying kind.
I think after a while he got bored with our kind of singing, and so he started to break the mold. Every so often, he would inject a momentous squawk, quite unlike the others. Turning around to look, I saw a mirror that hung from the bars above him. Every so often, it swung around to him, and he seeing himself in the mirror, would give the tremendous squawk, which I'm guessing was something like, "Hah! I caught you!".
Again, the weird part was that nobody was noticing it but me. And my grandmother. I think she had a mental complex trying to figure out where the noises were coming from.
-Sarah
The bird woman
P.S. My mum just saw a Menonite family at Value Village, where the boy, probably 19, was very interested in a book the Harlequin Romance section. Weird?
Monday 2 January 2012
The Ultimate Canadian Death Trap
Have you ever thought about what the Ultimate Canadian Death Trap would be? I mean, we have rush hour, but the States has that. We have mosquitos, but Egypt has those. We have HST, but I think the Americans have something like that too.
Some people might think our death trap would be The Real Canadian Superstore, or Parliament Hill on Canada Day, or the highways on the May 24 weekend, or the candy section in the Bulk Barn before Christmas.
I think the Ultimate Canadian Death Trap would have to be snow on top of ice. You know, that thin layer of beautiful powder snow on top of death-slick ice. Yup, the same stuff you get on the on-ramp for the highway. The same stuff that is on the hill with the 18-wheeler careening down the hill towards you.
I think this should be a national contest, the Ultimate Canadian Death Trap.
-Sarah
The UCDT Supreme Judge
Some people might think our death trap would be The Real Canadian Superstore, or Parliament Hill on Canada Day, or the highways on the May 24 weekend, or the candy section in the Bulk Barn before Christmas.
I think the Ultimate Canadian Death Trap would have to be snow on top of ice. You know, that thin layer of beautiful powder snow on top of death-slick ice. Yup, the same stuff you get on the on-ramp for the highway. The same stuff that is on the hill with the 18-wheeler careening down the hill towards you.
I think this should be a national contest, the Ultimate Canadian Death Trap.
-Sarah
The UCDT Supreme Judge
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