A very unhappy looking Bagheera giving me stink eye through a filthy window.  Looking at the photo, I need to do some cleaning.  She was convinced that she wanted to be outside, but it was cold and snowing yesterday, and she was not happy with the results.

It's spring break here which means it's lovely and cold and it's also snowing.  Sigh.  Poor Jack stayed home from camp yesterday because he had a fever, very congested sounding lungs, and lethargy.  He had a very quiet day until about 3pm when he started to perk up.  This morning he was excited to go back to camp.  

Last night he lost another tooth.  I convinced him to just pull it out instead of spending hours complaining about his loose tooth.  He did pull it out and then the blood.  He thought he was hemorrhaging, but in reality there was a little bit of blood on the kleenex which I told him to bite down on.  We all survived and the tooth fairy visited last night. 

Bruce from Oddball Observations died which made me cry yesterday.  I'm thankful his granddaughters let everyone know that he had died and that he had died peacefully with his family around.  It's what we all want and he's with his wife again but I will miss his Friday Funnies.

Two young pilots died at LaGuardia airport on Sunday and many people were injured.  My ex-husband was a pilot with Air Canada and I always hate hearing about plane crashes.  It was something I worried about when I was married to him, one of my fears.  He was flying the morning of 9/11 and when he landed, he called to tell me that he was safe.  I told him to rent a car and drive home, which he did.  He always read everything there was to read about crashes.  He told me that usually when pilots die, their arms are broken, trying to avoid the crash.  I thought of those two young pilots, trying desperately to avoid the fire truck in the last few seconds of their lives and I cried.

I talked to my best friend yesterday.  The friend who is expecting her first grandchild.  There has been lots of back and forth between her and her daughter.  The outcome, my friend is probably moving to Vancouver Island to be with her children.  She's going to try it out first for a winter and then decide. 

She's my oldest friend and I encouraged her to go.  I don't want her to go and I will miss her like hell, but she also has cancer and doesn't have twenty years ahead of her.  She should spend as much time as she can with her children and grandchild.  We mostly talk on the phone or text, and only actually see each other in person a few times a year, she lives on the other side of Edmonton which is not that far, although she thinks it is:)  I will miss her hugs though.

Right now the Bohemian waxwings are everywhere. There were hundreds in our trees the other night and I could hear their turds hitting the deck.  They eat the mountain ash berries and then poop out the seeds.  Apparently they poop every four minutes.  With hundreds in the trees, there was a lot of pooping and lot of seeds hitting the deck.  I called Jack out and he was impressed with the sound as well.  I lead such a full life:)