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weekend wrap eight
The last three days have been punctuated by epic thundershowers meaning not only does the lawn now desperately need to be mowed thanks to the rain, but also that it was a good weekend for a time-consuming indoor actitivity. This weekend was filled with: Games. Anita scored a pair of tickets to the annual Game
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war of the ants
I really do hate using my entymology powers for evil. Yet, I have been waging a war out my front door on an ant colony as they wreck havoc upon a beautiful and otherwise-thriving plum tree I’ve been trying to grow in my front yard. Let’s back up. We’ve been in our house for twenty
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weekend wrap seven
There was a taste of smoke in the air all weekend. It has been hot and dry and the province is burning all over the place. You could barely open the window without catching a whiff of char outside. This past weekend looked something like… Fridey evening we multi-car-tripped over to the high school for
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raising calvin
I grew up on a steady diet of Calvin & Hobbes. The still-famous cartoon strip by Bill Watterson was a fixture in our local newspaper during the entirety of my teenage existence, one of the sole reasons I read the paper that I delivered door to door, clipping out my favourite strips and then later
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weekend wrap six
Summer marches ever closer, even though the temperatures would argue that it arrived a couple weeks ago. I worked with a guy once who would argue obessively that we did seasons wrong, and that the solstices and equinoxes —equinois? — equinoctes?, whatever, should in fact mark the mid-points of each season and that the transition





