Tomorrow’s Blog, Today

September 14, 2008

… or is it yesterday’s blog today? It’s being prepared on Saturday, because timelines for Sunday are iffy. So I suppose it really is yesterday’s blog today, but “tomorrow’s blog, today” sounds so much more newsworthy and current and stuff. Anyway…

Today, which is yesterday (Saturday) , Turtle was given a little something. Never mind that the whole point of the yard sale was to get rid of stuff; this little something, a purchase at the semi-annual craft fair in the park (the same weekend as the neighbourhood-wide yard sale) , is small, tasteful, one-of-a-kind, and beautiful. And colourful. And turtleful. And Jack picked it out. Here it is:

“I love it!” says Seamus.

It’s by a Toronto artist, Joanne Larkman. Apparently she does a lot of her artwork based on photos taken by her husband, Dave. The web site gives no more personal information, so I can’t say whether she’s Mohawk or Micmac or Macedonian — but I very much appreciate the style, and the fact that Jack thought of me/Turtle/Seamus when he bought it. Thank you!

“Woodland Turtle.” Ink and watercolour (?) , 2008, Joanne Victoria Larkman.


April 19, 2008

My photo doesn’t do justice to her details and glitter.

We went out today — E.g., Jack, Jack’s mum, Cai, and I. We left at 9 00 and returned just before suppertime. When E.g. and I got to our apartment, we found a zippered burlap bag, originally made to hold 10 pounds of basmati rice, hanging on the doorknob. Eh? Unzip, pull out a crumpled grocery store flyer. Unfold, find the prettiest little purple-and-green sea turtle. I’m pretty sure it’s resin-cast, but it’s very well done, made to look like string carefully glued over a wooden base, and it’s hand-painted and sprinkled with glitter. On its underside is a little picture hook to hang it on a wall. It’s just the same size as Seamus, the WWF sea-turtle stuffy.

There was no note. Who could have left it? E.g. guessed that Robert had come across it on his travels, but he doesn’t read my blog. It obviously wasn’t Jack and his mum, because we had picked them up and dropped them off today. What a delicious little mystery!

Our car lives in the underground parking garage. One of the things we had done today was get groceries, so we were coming up to get the bundle buggy when we found the anonymous gift. On my way back out with the buggy, I saw Coco, the German Shepherd, with her daddy Michael. Hmmm.

Michael and John were two of the judges for the Name-and-genderize-the-baby-sea-turtle contest. They don’t even own a computer, but they’re very fond of us; the other day they had given us a stained-glass rainbow flag. Their nextdoor neighbour is moving out, and they’ve acquired a few pretties from her. Maybe…

I think Michael must have seen me getting the groceries, because I was no sooner inside when the phone rang. It was John, asking if I’d found little Seamus.

“I thought it must be you guys! She’s beautiful! And her name isn’t Seamus; I think it’s Isabella.”

“Bella,” John mused, “that’s a good name.” It was then that I remembered that one of his nicknames for Coco is “Bella.”