Bad mother

Right. We have reached a new low in this house. I am sitting here endeavouring to get some work done and Katherine is playing fetch. Really. I throw the tennis ball out into the hall and she brings it back. Her retrieve is pretty good. She can even beat two of the dogs consistently. The…

Dim

I’m not crazy about winter’s lack of sunlight. I get by, but I don’t particularly enjoy it. One of my regular stops is the National Research Council’s Sunrise/Sunset calculator, which tells me the precise times of sunrises, sunsets and twilight’s beginnings and ends for any given day. For instance, I look up December 21, 2006…

Contagious habits.

Katherine and I have recently embarked (successfully) on that unholy voyage of mother and daughter in which the former teaches the latter about the proper use of the lavatory and the former devises every excuse in the book for maintaining the status quo (diapers). We’re almost to the end now, but there was one particular…

Catch-up time

For the past three weeks or so, I haven’t been doing much in the way of “real work”. I’ve done some, to be sure, but not nearly the volume of production I was doing during September through December. What I have been doing is catching up on the non-work stuff that needs doing, namely:  playing…

Rather sweet (and uncannily accurate)

Katherine drew a picture today. She crumpled it up inside another piece of paper and brought it to me, telling me that it was a present. I opened it and found this: “This” is a picture of John (the pink blob, with black legs), at work, thinking about home. The squiggles to the right of…