Auteur : Martine

Je voudrais prendre quelques secondes pour remercier chaleureusement les personnes responsables de l’invention de l’�cole. C’est une tr�s, tr�s belle invention, surtout apr�s une fin de semaine pluvieuse en compagnie de deux petits gar�ons plein d’�nergie.

… Aaaaaaah.

M’avez-vous entendue reprendre mon souffle?

Pendant ce temps, il fait tr�s beau � Paris et les parents font un agr�able voyage. �a, c’est ma r�compense ultime.

Chandrasutra posted a great interview/portrait of Beth from Cassandra Pages (a Vermont/Montreal blogger). If you don’t know Beth and her great writing, this interview is a good place to start.

« It bothers me that many writer-bloggers bemoan the time blogging takes from what they term �real work� � meaning the book or articles they �ought� to be writing – and I�ve argued a lot against that way of thinking, and for blogging as a totally valid medium in its own right. More and more serious writers/thinkers who perhaps don�t need to write for money, or are sick of writing in a prescribed way for very little money, are discovering that through blogging they can satisfy two desires: the desire to write creatively and well about subjects of their own choice, and the desire to receive feedback through a connected community of appreciative readers and other writers. »

Beth has another particularity that she did not mention in the interview: she’s so hard on the keyboard that she erased her fingerprints! Not a great thing to do when you’re an American trying to get through the maze of Canadian immigration… ;-)

Cute scene with my nephews tonight: As we were all watching Lemony Snicket’s, a series of unfortunate events back at my place, The Mini cuddled up next to Alexis (7) and started to purrrrr. « What’s that noise? », said Alexis. « Don’t you know? It’s the cat ». I put the DVD on pause while Alexis and Renaud listened to the cat with their mouths open with surprised. It was the first time that they had ever heard a cat purr. (Their mother has allergies.) They almost looked scared at first but then the smiles that lit up their faces was priceless.

I can’t remember the first time I ever heard a cat purr. I grew up with cats and dogs and birds and fishes. Dad even brought a bat home one day and tried to convince mom to keep it in a cage. (He didn’t succeed.) He would have loved for one of his kids to become a vet.

Later on tonight, The Mini helped me convince the kids to keep quiet and go to sleep. His methods were very convincing. I can’t hear a sound coming from the guest bedroom.