Walden Cabin: Observations typed on an old Underwood

Monday, December 17, 2001

Up all night
Jasper's condition worsened quickly over the weekend. The photos we took on Saturday, thinking we were at the peak of his pox, are now seen as a dermatologist's ideal. Raised fiery red pimples now cover his entire body, including the inside of his mouth and < gasp > on his little penis. OUCH! Jasper is, needless to say, very uncomfortable, but he remains in remarkably good spirits. The nights are the toughest times. Suzy and I have been sleepless for the past two. On Saturday at 3AM I found myself at the front door with Jasper. He loves to look outside, but this time I think he really just wanted to escape. Jasper responds very well to the sound of my voice when he's tired and cranky, so once I ran out of nursery rhymes I started to name all the things we could see through the window. Try it sometime. Once the big things are identified -- cars, trees, houses, sky -- there are the parts -- branches, buds, tires, license plate. Then come the groups of items -- verandah, gable ends perennials, and their individual parts.

I was really getting into it, more aware of my street than I had ever been before. The night was so still and beautiful, and the neighbours' Christmas lights seemed left on twinkling just for us. I couldn't believe it, but I felt a strange new awareness, and a sense of peace. Then suddenly I realized Jasper had found his escape in my arms. We stood there at the door for another few minutes, then tip-toed back upstairs to bed.

posted by Stuart Hickox | 10:37 AM

Friday, December 14, 2001

Jasper has chicken pox
We noticed the spots last night when he was having his pre-bed bath -- tiny little dots all over his back and legs. My first thought was: Who could have carelessly exposed my son to this! Then I thought about what I had done earlier in the day. I was Santa at Jasper's play group. So, Santa and his little helper Jasper spread good cheer, treats, and chicken pox to over 30 toddlers. Oops.

posted by Stuart Hickox | 9:15 AM

Grinch on Featherston Dr.
I'm thinking of setting up a web cam to peer out my front window. Over the past two weeks someone has unscrewed and stolen 45 Christmas bulbs from our juniper bushes! There's something wrong about that. After all, they're Christmas lights, put up in the spirit of love and hope and goodwill to all -- and if I catch the buggers who are doing it, I'm going to kick their asses half-way to Whoville. Season's Greetings!

posted by Stuart Hickox | 8:53 AM



	Monday, December 17, 2001 Up all night Jasper's condition worsened quickly over the weekend. The photos we took on Saturday, thinking we were at the peak of his pox, are now seen as a dermatologist's ideal. Raised fiery red pimples now cover his entire body, including the inside of his mouth and < gasp > on his little penis. OUCH! Jasper is, needless to say, very uncomfortable, but he remains in remarkably good spirits. The nights are the toughest times. Suzy and I have been sleepless for the past two. On Saturday at 3AM I found myself at the front door with Jasper. He loves to look outside, but this time I think he really just wanted to escape. Jasper responds very well to the sound of my voice when he's tired and cranky, so once I ran out of nursery rhymes I started to name all the things we could see through the window. Try it sometime. Once the big things are identified -- cars, trees, houses, sky -- there are the parts -- branches, buds, tires, license plate. Then come the groups of items -- verandah, gable ends perennials, and their individual parts. I was really getting into it, more aware of my street than I had ever been before. The night was so still and beautiful, and the neighbours' Christmas lights seemed left on twinkling just for us. I couldn't believe it, but I felt a strange new awareness, and a sense of peace. Then suddenly I realized Jasper had found his escape in my arms. We stood there at the door for another few minutes, then tip-toed back upstairs to bed. posted by Stuart Hickox \| 10:37 AM Friday, December 14, 2001 Jasper has chicken pox We noticed the spots last night when he was having his pre-bed bath -- tiny little dots all over his back and legs. My first thought was: Who could have carelessly exposed my son to this! Then I thought about what I had done earlier in the day. I was Santa at Jasper's play group. So, Santa and his little helper Jasper spread good cheer, treats, and chicken pox to over 30 toddlers. Oops. posted by Stuart Hickox \| 9:15 AM Grinch on Featherston Dr. I'm thinking of setting up a web cam to peer out my front window. Over the past two weeks someone has unscrewed and stolen 45 Christmas bulbs from our juniper bushes! There's something wrong about that. After all, they're Christmas lights, put up in the spirit of love and hope and goodwill to all -- and if I catch the buggers who are doing it, I'm going to kick their asses half-way to Whoville. Season's Greetings! posted by Stuart Hickox \| 8:53 AM				(12.17.2001) I spy. House, car, snow, leaves, PVC snowman... (11.19.2001) Walden Cabin 1996 See the photos. (11.13.2001) Lowell and Sharon's first house in Calgary. See the photos. Updated - September 12, 2001 Head for the Hills of Prince Edward Island Walden Cabin >> "I went to the woods because I wanted to live deliberately, to front the essential facts of life and to see if I could learn what they had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived." Henry David Thoreau (1817-1862) Walden; Or Life in the Woods (08.21) Walden Cabin is a publishing creation of Accolade Intermedia, an Ottawa-based communications company that specializes in content-rich Web products. www.accolade.ca >>
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