The kitchen transmogrifier



I don't know if many of you have one of these, but if you don't, you should get one. They're great! It's this big box that transforms dirty dishes into clean ones! We got ours on Wednesday, and we just love it. All you need to do is feed it small blue tablets, add water and electricity (always a pleasant mixture), and it does the rest. Ingenious.

200th post

Well, I've hit the 200 mark, almost 2.5 years after starting this blog. If I include the 57 posts I had at my previous blog that I started in February of 2005, it seems I'm averaging about 3-4 days between posts. I'd say that's pretty good considering I haven't posted since the beginning of August, right? Cut me some slack.

Anyway, I've been a creative funk for the last little while. Not quite sure why, but camera was collecting dust and I had no incentive to take it for a walk. Then on Friday I got an e-mail saying that one of my flickr photos was being used in an online publication (look at the Tulip Festival photos, top-right corner). Maybe it's a bit silly, but I was flattered and started to feel good about myself. I checked out the picture they chose and I thought: "if you think that's a good photo...". It's particularly funny because I had only recently realized that I still had a flickr account active.

Confidence revived, Carolyn and I took a walk around Old Westmount neighbourhood on Sunday. The weather was perfect and the golden embers of the setting sun set everything aglow. I wanted to keep it simple. I know if I tried too hard, I would just get frustrated. Here are the results:


I think the is a dahlia, but I could be wrong.


Funky plant that hasn't bloomed yet.


Capturing the fountain on Westmount.


Yellow.


Yellow, and then some.


Fall is here.


Ryan, up to his old tricks again.

Tales of Tobermory - Part 4

Flowers, flowers, and more flowers! (And maybe a butterfly).


Some Castilleja (commonly known as Indian Paintbrush)... I think. This was on our hike in Singing Sands Provincial Park.


A pitcher plant. It eats bugs. And if you're not careful, it'll eat you too. Don't fall for it's innocent demeanor.


An orange lily. There were many of these scattered throughout the region. Very lovely.


Some sort of fern. With shadow.


One day...


Viceroy butterfly in some sort of plant. Can anyone identify it? The butterflies just loved it.

Tales of Tobermory - Part 3

Ok, the weekend is coming up, and we're heading to Tobermory again, so I'd better catch up with my previous Tobermory pictures.


Scuba divers at Big Tub.


The Big Tub lighthouse.


Kayakers in the harbour.


Plant, stone, and shadow.


Nasty, nasty bugs. These little buggers were swarming all along the road we were biking down, sticking to our clothes and in our face too. Blech. Gross. This one was one Carolyn's helmet. It's about 2-3cm long.


Night shot of the mist above Larry's Lake.

Thank You



Thank you to the people at the Emergency Veterinary Clinic of Waterloo Region who were there when Jack came home late Thursday night with miniscule needles embedded in his body. In particular, thanks to the vet who removed the needles from Jack's paws, nose, and eyelid. She did an amazing job considering the lack of specialized equipment. I'm sorry I didn't catch your name.

Thank you to Julie, the vet working the night shift at the Ontario Veterinary College (OVC). She was kind and sympathetic, and did wonderfully in assisting with the needle removal.

Thank you to Jen, the technician who got a late-night phone call about the equipment required to closely examine Jack's wounded eye. She also lent a helping hand in examining Jack on Friday, and ensuring that he had a comfortable stay at OVC. Thank you for taking Jack's loose bowels in stride, and I hope you had a change of clothes at work.

Thank you to Chantelle, an opthamologist at OVC who came in to examine Jack even when she wasn't doing clinics on Friday. She was thorough and straightforward, and fully explained all of our options to us. She supervised the operation that would remove that final five needles from Jack's eye.

Thank you to the anesthesiologists who safely put Jack under for his final operation, and in doing so caused him to resemble a poodle owned by a six-year-old. Thank you to the staff at OVC that took care of Jack while he stayed there overnight on Friday. Thank you to everyone at work for being understanding when we told them we had to talk the day off to take care of Jack.

Most of all, thank you to Tara, our dear friend and studying veterinary opthamologist, who - without hesitation - got up from bed and drove from Kitchener to OVC in Guelph. There she spent over an hour removing 30-40 nearly invisible needles from the inside of Jack's eye. Afterwards, she set us up with the necessary medications to keep the eye from getting worse, as she recognized that Jack would need more specialized care. The next morning she spent her time calling countless clinics in Ontario, trying to get Jack an appointment with an opthamologist. She ended up getting us an appointment with Chantelle, her supervisor. In the afternoon, with Jack unconscious, she used a microscope and some amazing skill to remove the remaining needles from Jack's eye, thereby mitigating further damage. And all throughout the ordeal, in her confident yet unassuming way, she would keep us up-to-date with what the current status was, what the options were, how much things would cost, and what needed to be done. She lessened our worries and healed our cat. Her dedication and compassion is inspiring.

Carolyn and I thank you, and Jack - though he might not appreciate the cone and eye medication - thanks you.

[Edit: Just to let everyone know, Jack is doing much better now. He is receiving eye medication to help heal the ulcer on his cornea. He's going in for a checkup on Wednesday, and if all goes well, he'll have the cone off by the weekend.]

[Edit 2: Photo credit goes to Carolyn]

Tales of Tobermory - Part 2

More pictures!


Pink flowers.


Carolyn practicing safe photography.


A stop along the trail. We biked down Dyers Bay Rd, along Georgian Bay.


Some cool plant. I liked the green/red contrast.


A turkey vulture we happened upon. Not the prettiest of birds.


Carolyn waiting for me on the path, at the end of the bike trail.


Gears. Who can pass up rusty old gears?


The lighthouse at the end of the tunnel. Apparently you can volunteer to live here and take care of the place from March to November. Between December and February, the road access is closed. At this point we had biked 10km, and were about to bike back another 10km. Yay us!

Later that day...


The previous day, on the way to Owen Sound to see Ratatouille at the drive-in theatre (which I really enjoyed, btw), we had not taken the opportuntity - we were running late - to photograph these mustard fields that looked amazing in the sunset. So we timed it so that we could do it after biking. The lighting wasn't as good, but the yellow is still overwhelming.


Yellow and fence.


Lost in the flowers.


That evening, Carolyn whipped up some delicious cider-infused chorizo. Now that's camping!