Marie's Web Log

Some cute sayings of Amelia's. I don't know if I told you about the one at Christmas-time, when she referred to Santa Claus as Santa Closet. We thought that was very cute. A little while ago we bought her a couple of marbles (no, not ones small enough that she could choke on) from a place called the House of Marbles. She lost one, and asked me what had happened to her "marvellous." Hee. Also she has a toy stuffed Daffy Duck that I got free from a drugstore, some promotion they were running. The other day she said his name was "Daffodil Duck." She pronounced it daff-oh-deel.

What else? Just trying to work on my novel (ha!). Though I think I should start calling it my novel (argh!). So hard to be objective about it. At one writing class I went to, I remember being told to be careful about thinking your writing is too good, but I have the opposite problem.

Still no news on the work or PhD front. Sometimes feel like I'm flailing about in quicksand, no chance of getting out. But I mustn't go down that road, or soon I'll be on to things like "Here I am at my age (I'm not telling you what age, though most of you know) and what have I achieved, blah blah...

We went to look at cats at the Cats Protection Society. They have to come and do a home visit before they'll let us have one. Also, they're pretty insistent that we put in a cat flap, which we can't do, obviously, in a rented house. Oddly, the RSPCA in Canada recommends that you keep your cats in, for safety reasons. Here they seem concerned that you won't let them out enough.