Grace in Small Things No. 542

  1. Aidan and I are in the middle of spending a week travelling around Nova Scotia, and we just finished the fantastic Shed photography workshop put on by Kate Inglis. I felt like I was stagnating photographically, but no more!
  2. Fall and winter mean I can once again indulge in the deep, snuggly comfort of burrowing under piles of quilts.
  3. I drove through a blinding mist and rain on winding roads at night and survived my first Nova Scotian driving experience.
  4. A fire warmed my feet while I listened to rain patter on the canopy of leaves above.
  5. Nina Simone's voice scratched that itch on a grey afternoon.

Wage a battle against embitterment and take part in Grace in Small Things.

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10 Books That Continue to Affect Me and/or Stay With Me Over Time

10 Books That Continue to Affect Me and/or Stay With Me Over Time

I have been tapped to do the 10-favourite-books meme on Facebook by both Sven and Amber, but I can't follow rules, so I've expanded the meme to be a list of 10 books that continue to affect me and/or stay with me over time, and I'm posting this on my blog rather than on Facebook. What a rebel.

You will notice that none of the books on my list came out within the last 15 years. Literature seems to have dug its deepest hooks into me before the age of 25, and, if I am to be honest, my primary source of reading material these days is the internet. This is a terrible, horrible, no good thing to have to confess: I've been working on getting through Tina Fey's Bossypants since May.

You may call me an ignoramus now. I can take it.

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Our Terrible Cat, Onion, Felled a Chicken. Again.

Dammit, Onion. I was going to eat that.

I had squeezed fresh lemon on that feta-stuffed chicken. I love fresh lemon. I love feta.

Although now that you've put your litterbox feet and claws all over it and dragged it across the hardwood, I'm just not as excited about eating it.

Have at it, my good man. I think you've proved that you're more keen on chicken than I am, anyway, especially since you raised your paw to fight me but then accidentally slapped me with the chicken breast you'd dug your claws into.

Cats: you can't live with 'em, but their parasitic mind control technique makes it seem like a good idea, even after they steal your supper.

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