Ground and Pound!

Yet another denizen of Wheatley made an appearance at the house, sharing cat food on the back porch. He also likes to sit in the tree near the car. As mentioned in an earlier post, apparently he and the cats have "an understanding".

Two weekends back, Daisy Juke with Her Nose So Bright led us through a soupy night to foggy London-town. An all hands on deck effort towards some basement renovations at John and Julie's culminated in enjoying the UFC 154 pay-per-view on their new 103" projector screen basement home theatre.

As you can see, things deteriorated rapidly from there.....

Playing (O)possum

You know Dasher and Dancer, Prancer and Nissan....

Juke joining in the Reindeer Games

Vicious Ground and Pound Attack!

Vengeance - sleep with one eye open!

Travel Travails

Found some cool (and free!) sites that allow us to track our travels, albeit with random and meaningless colours. White, or the absence of colour, means we haven't been there. It's fairly vague, i.e. you've been to a state or province or you haven't, regardless of whether you explored it in depth or merely cut across a corner. Labrador also shows up as visited, though we have not, because we've been to Newfoundland and it's all one province.

These two maps represent road trips:

Then I found this application, which includes those road trips plus trips involving flights and cruises:

Create your own travel map - TravBuddy

Looks like we're only sitting at 6%, better get our butts in gear!

November Brain

Here we are in November....a.k.a. Round 4 of dandelions. I suspect frost is not far off though, and we officially turned the furnace on today for the first time, to take the chill off. It wasn't my choice. We'll just leave it at that.

Otherwise a nice sunny autumn weekend for yardwork, including cleaning up the downed willow branches from Hurricane Sandy, and later a bonfire under starry skies on the marge of a depleted cornfield. And one inquisitive cardinal who was less than impressed that I picked his football team to lose. Call it an omen, but they lost anyway....in spite of the implied avian stink-eye.