a peek inside the fishbowl

I’ve decided that I’m going to start sharing short lists of articles that I’ve enjoyed over the past week. I’ll post a new list every Saturday morning, just in time for weekend reading over coffee. Warning! It’s going to be a mixed bag (what can I say, I have diverse interests!) but who knows, maybe you’ll find something interesting in there too.

• My Husband and I are Consciously Uncoupling, Too
• Teen to government: Change your typeface, save millions
• Your Facebook Page’s Organic Reach Is About to Plummet
• On the Internet, You Never Know Who’s Reading

My mom lives in a small town, and sometimes things are a little different there. Like at the grocery store. We went to the store to do a shop, walked past the Ski-doo for sale signs and church bazaar posters, and grabbed a cart. The store opens directly into the meat aisle.  Boxes of frozen burgers and chicken wings were on prominent display in long open chest freezers, ready to grab and drop in a cart. There was a small pile of something in the corner that caught my eye. I picked one of them up and looked at the label. It said, BIRD BALL, which kind of made me laugh because I’d never heard of this term for suet before.

As I was looking at this ball of animal fat, a stock boy walked past us and informed us that these were the last of the bird balls. The way he said it was indicative of the high demand. No more were coming! So of course my mother and I each grabbed one.

My mom’s place is well equipped for suet hangings. She has a wire hanger formed into a sort of hook upon which she spears the suet. It’s hanging in front of her window, and has become a high-traffic area for all kinds of birds. We had no such hook here at home, so we had to make our own suet holder. This is why I found myself in the basement at a later date, attacking a roll of chicken wire with a pair of wire cutters. Thankfully Mark took over before I hurt someone.

He made a tube of chicken wire and wrapped the suet inside, and added a thicker wire with which to hang the whole contraption. Mark was heading out to hang it on our lilac tree when I got the idea to show it to Piper. LOOK PIPER. LOOK! LOOK! GO WITH DADDY! GO SEE! And of course she read something into my voice. Clearly, this thing that daddy had in his hands was something to get excited about! She followed him eagerly outside and watched carefully as he hung it on a branch; positioned in such a way so we can see it from our family room window along with the flocks of birds it was bound to attract.

I should point out that it was mighty cold outside. This was one of the reasons we hung the suet in the first place. The birds needed some good food to help them stay warm during The Longest Winter in the History of Ottawa. Mark hung the feeder and hurried in from the winter weather, but guess who stayed outside? Piper. She danced around with her nose in the air, sniffing madly. She circled the tree, again and again, looking for the source of That Awesome Meat Smell. We let her go wild, but then she began to pick her paws up one at a time. Her feet were freezing. Time to come in. We called and called, but she refused our pleas. She finally, stubbornly, relented. And I thought that was the end of it, until I was woken up by a plaintive whine at some ungodly hour. All I know is that it was still dark, and I was tired. And when I let her out I realized it was that goddamn suet she was after.

This was Piper the next day:

You can see the suet cage there in the tree.

The idea of a MEAT BALL hanging from a tree was clearly driving her bonkers, so Mark moved it further afield and higher up in the branches. She has given up, a little. From time to time we look outside to see her raise her nose in the air and catch a whiff of her much sought after meat ball. Is she sad to know that she’ll only be seeing it in her dreams? I wonder…

As some of you already know, we are big fans of Funhaven here at Casa Fishbowl. Not just because they’re a Fishbowl patron, but it truly is a fun day out with your kids… or night, as we discovered.

We decided to add a little friend to our party and drop by after dinner on Monday night. It was a good call. This time of day was clearly the domain of slightly older kids, couples on dates (yes, really!) and us. The best thing? We had the whole laser tag arena to ourselves. We played a high stakes game of Boy Vs. Girls. It was decreed that the winning team would win a frozen yogurt from the self-serve yogurt bar.

Here are the players, suited up, armed, and ready to go:

To summarize: Mark lost. :)

After the frozen yogurt we wandered around and checked out a few of our favourite things:

For awhile, the girls roamed around while Mark and I sat in the eating area with a pile of kettle chips (this was my treat instead of the FroYo)…

.. and while we munched we talked about how much we loved every stage of their growing up, and that this one has been particularly awesome and memorable. I guess it’s all what we make of it, right?