hey birdy

kate du nord lives in saskatchawan. i think. she lives in one of those places in canada that is so frickin' cold you always say "really?!" when you find out people live there. cold, i tell you. but her heart is warm. i bet she thaws out everything she comes into contact with. she's got some online action going on, and the specific action i'm talking about today is her sweetheart of a blog that talks of life as a mother of two and lover of one out in the canadian hinterlands found at the intersection of bumeffingfreezing and itstherealdeal.

she has a very cool birdfeeder that attaches to a window and is clear so that you can actually watch the birds feeding from the comfort of your snuggly little saskatchewan home with pictures to boot. and so, trying to balance out the minute-by-minute cat reports, i offer a different type of post: the birds of the canadian winter landscape.

all i know is that their feathers must be a might tight down.

» kate's bird feeder

sunday, sunday

meanwhile, today was filled with alternating activities. those activities being clean the bathroom walls (how does kitty diarhea actually get on the walls is what i wanna know; that is some kinda powerful squirty action is what i'm thinking and/or painting by cats is a real phenomena) and working on top secret mardi gras krewe action.

i have the coolest krewe. and i wish my life was more in order so that i could be participating more. but life intervenes, as it always seems to do in my life: it doesn't throw me a curve ball so much as a full frontal sommersault head butt, without fail. and so i give as much time as possible and have great fantasies about how much better i'll be at this next year.