Isla recently had surgery to remove what looked like a small lump. The massive scar was a bit of a surprise to us, as was the prescription of no exercise for 20 days! She's back to as much exercise as she wants and very happy about that.
Tonight was the Christmas shop - for fruit, vegetables and other holiday essentials. Apparently everyone else had the same idea, only sooner. All the butter, every stick, every kind - salted, unsalted, cultured, organic - was gone. All that was left was margarine. Christmas without butter?! No, luckily, the local Super A had butter. Not a lot, but enough for me!
In the last couple years the fox have moved into our suburban neighbourhood in a big way. There is someone at the old folks home around the corner who feeds them, so they've become as bold as brass. This morning, one popped up on our back deck, checked me out drinking coffee in my house dress and wandered off again. Then I opened the curtains out front and there's a fox on our neighbour's lawn and another hanging out in our drive. I wasn't fast enough to get a good photo, but I did get some evidence.The dog was totally useless, didn't even notice the fox.
Contrast this with the London urban fox which we encountered only late at night in Burgess Park - a large green space. This whole fox stare down is really strange.
Today Christopher and I put up the holiday lights - I love to see them when I leave for work in the dark and come back in the dark. It reminds me that the dark is good for some things - like fireworks and fairy lights. To complete the day I wandered downtown to see the municipal tree lighting. They were early damn them, so I didn't get to see the before and after, but the tree looks great this year. Last year it was skinny, with an unfortunately large protuberance at the top/end - the phrase 'pecker pole' came to mind. This year it looks like the sort of christmas tree Hollywood's central casting would send.