Boots and Books

Sunday was an absolutely stunning day with people out jogging in shorts and T-shirts. I wasn't one of them but it was definitely a day to venture outside and enjoy the sunshine. R and I went to Toronto for the afternoon and browsed in an area we'd never been to before, there were quaint shops and lots of dogs milling about with their owners. We found a shop that carried Hunter boots so now I can throw my leaky wellies out in the bin. The forecast is calling for a chance of rain for the rest of the week and I couldn't be happier! I'm so enjoying No Name by Wilkie Collins that I've gone on a bit of a spree to add more of his work to my library. Don't you think it sounds nicer to say 'building a library' than 'adding it to the pile'? So I've ordered The Law and the Lady and Armadale from TBD and found a lovely copy of The Woman in White while out and about on Sunday. Everyman's has this charming edition of A Christmas Carol with a few other stories by Dickens that I didn't have and couldn't resist so I've added it to 'my library' as well. The introduction is by Margaret Atwood, I'm curious to read what she has to say about Dickens and his work. I'm not feeling terribly motivated to do anything about Christmas just yet...but I'm more than happy to read about it!

A Day at the Vet's Office

Well this has been a day that I'm glad to see the sun set on. Deacon was neutered this morning and is now resting comfortably in his bed, otherwise known as his Little House of Horrors. Usually, he only uses it to house items that have been thieved from somewhere else in the house. There were seminars to attend at the library today, it's just as well I suppose. It helped to alleviate the obligatory hand-wringing, pacing and mental anguish of waiting for the phone to ring, closely followed by clutching my chest when it did. The house is oddly quiet and I managed to pour a cup of tea without my boy running up to me with a ball in his mouth. If Mum is going to sit for ten minutes then Deacon feels it's a terrific time for a game of catch. Now, he's just gazing at me in a pain-killer induced haze, his chin propped up on the edge of his bed. He's with it enough to know that a whimper would have me giving him some tea from my mug though. The worst is behind us now, we just have to keep Deacon fairly calm for one week...should be interesting.