The Polish butcher's eyes

When I read Timothy Findley's last novel, Spadework, I imagined the beautiful Polish man looking like the blond butcher in the deli across the street. I have never seen him up close, just glimpses through my window as he hops in the car or crosses to the variety store. When his family bought the building several years ago he mowed the lawn and I watched him for half an hour. He rarely appears in the front of the store.

Today I walked over to buy corned beef and Swiss cheese for my sandwich. As I turned from the cash register and headed for the door he came through, looked me in the face and gave a friendly nod.

His eyes are not the usual blue. They are a shocking aquamarine, the colour of water along the shore of Georgian Bay where limestone cliffs plunge into the abyss.

Children anyone?

It bothers me that none of my close friends (IRL) have school-age children like I do. Here I am posting my new article for my topic at Suite101.com:

Summer activities for kids

And I start to post the link here, in my journal, and then I think: "Geez! None of my LJ friends have school-age children either, so who really cares? What is wrong with this universe?"

Then I remember manhattan & themage, ghostsandrobots, phyrehawk, and pegkerr (am I missing anyone?). Yay! I feel better now.

My girls will be with me July 13 to August 8, and then hopefully for some more time later in August.

Have a good summer, you busy moms and dads.