These were spotted in a yard nearby. May they rest in peace.
Even more hopeful than the the dead Santa and Rudolph, which I fear might still be making an appearance in that yard when we switch from spring to summer, is this: our local outdoor hockey rink devoid of ice.
In other bits and pieces here at North of 49 I have something to say that will probably shock most of my readers. Until two weeks ago I had no clue who Charlie Sheen was. Seriously. I had a vague idea that he might be an actor and that was the extent of my knowledge. I rarely watch television and have never been interested in stories about people in the entertainment industry.
I did, however, know who Rob Bell was before he became a media celebrity of sorts. I'm not sure what these two things say about me other than that I am an outlier. An outlier is a person or thing situated away or detached from the main body or system. In other words an oddball.
And finally, a couple days ago when I checked my answering machine I had two messages. One was a reminder that if I wanted to order compost manure from the local group selling it as a fundraiser I needed to get my order in now. There are numerous humorous things I could say about that particular message. I am choosing to show restraint.
The other message was from the library. They were phoning to let me know they have rescheduled Emma Donoghue to come speak on March 30. That would be the same Emma Donoghue whose book I gave away last month. The irony of those two messages being on my answering machine together was not lost on me.