Category Archives: Family Life

Stumped for a Title

Peter You may remember where we last left the tree:

stump
This’d be it.

Well, at the crack of 7:30 this morning, they came back to finish the job. A loud truck showed up with a very vicious looking piece of equipment: a stump grinder.

Tree
The grinder.

Large
Teeth.

And proceeded to get down to business:

Tree grinder at work, from above

Tree grinder at work, from above
From the porch.

Tree grinder at work, from side
From the street.

A wood chips scattered over a large area of hill
What was the stump, now carved out and refilled with wood chips. All done in just over an hour.

In the coming days/weeks/months, the city will return to remove those and fill it with compost. And to plant two new trees (one for our neighbour, one for us).

Back from Camp

Peter We haven’t even blogged about Jon’s fun at various day camps and already he’s back from his 10-day overnighter at Easter Seals Camp! Until we get that blogged—we’re still awaiting images (long story)—what we can say is he had a great time and it’s a well-deserving charity, folks.

He was picked up looking scruffy and tanned, as you can see:

Before:

Jon's mouth and chin, clean-shaven

After:

Jon's mouth and chin, clean-shaven

Two hands, one lightly tanned pink, the other dark tan

Peter’s milquetoast against Jon’s rugged tan.

A Tree Got Chopped Down in Toronto, Part 2

Laura At the end of our last post we were left with a 20-foot stump gracing our front yard. Today the crew came back for Part 2.

big trucks
Early in the morning came all the big machinery again; this time a big flatbed with a bin as well as the crane and cherry-picker pictured here.

Chainsaw dude
First cut.

first piece down
Top piece off and heading for the bin. The chunk surprisingly didn’t seem to have a lot of rot. The workmen were musing that the tree seemed pretty healthy and maybe the city worker had jumped the gun a bit, which made us start to feel a bit guilty for killing a relatively healthy tree.

not so healthy
Guilty feelings stopped once we saw the lowest third of the stump…

top end of last third
bottom end of rotted part
…especially when we saw the bottom end. We figure that’s about 40% of the inside rotten or completely gone. Score one for the city worker!

final stump in yard
This is what we’re left with. At some point we’re supposed to get one more crew in to grind down the stump to lawn level, but we don’t know when that will be. And then next year we’re supposed to get another tree in our front yard (to be planted to the right of the stump). Wonder how that’s supposed to work—the rootball of this tree must be enormous!

Grandma’s Birthday

Young Obachan
Wasn’t she a peach? Grandma in her early 20s.
Laura As I mentioned in my last post, the reason for the influx of relatives was the occasion of my grandmother’s 100th birthday! As that is a pretty stunning milestone just about the whole clan came to T.O. to celebrate. So on June 10th—her official, if not actual, birthday (there’s some discrepancy)—we brought in a nice lunch at the senior’s home where she lives.

Lunch at the senior's home
Sushi lunch on the senior’s residence patio.

Ever since her stroke Grandma’s memory for recent events or people is occasionally a bit foggy, but I’m glad to say that her appreciation for good food is undiminished (as is her manual dexterity with chopsticks). I don’t imagine she gets much in the way of Japanese food at her residence, and she ate satifyingly large helpings of sushi and teriyaki chicken. I had baked two cakes for dessert (a white chiffon with lemon-curd filling, and a chocolate bundt with a ganache glaze), and her eyes lit up when she saw the chocolate cake!

Chocolate cake!
Chocolate cake!

Mom & Troy’s slideshow of photos of Grandma’s life went over very well (although—shhh—I think Grandma nodded off for a bit in the middle!) Then a photo session of the whole group in various permutations (“Just the kids!” “Now all the grandkids!”, etc.), and Grandma was pretty much wiped out for the day.

Almost the whole clan at Grandma's 100th.
The whole clan (almost). Back row: Ann, Laura, Tamo, Peter, Troy, Reg, Michiko, David, Tamiko; Front row: Jon, Grandma, Midori, Setsuko.

Obachan
And still looking good into her second century!

Jon’s Weather Fascination Continues

Peter At Jon’s school, as he gained confidence, he told many of his comrades and teachers about his mash-ups of The Weather Network videos found on YouTube. This gave one of his Educational Assistants an idea, and the great folks at the Office approved it. Once a week, Jon was invited to do the weather forecast for the school over the announcements. The night before each one, he and I would consult Environment Canada and The Weather Network’s weather predictions for the next day, down to the hour Jon arrived (so he could immediately go on air with the temperature—more or less.) Then we spent about half and hour writing it. At first, Jon was frustrated with how long everything took, but he grew to expect it, and of course, it got easier. Jon even chose an opening catchphrase, as a calling card of sorts. He approached this with great enthusiasm and was quite disappointed when the project was over for the year. Who knows? Maybe he’ll be invited back to do more next year.

Jon’s Voiceover for April 29th (This was made at home on the day of the “broadcast”; despite some interest in recording him live, that has yet to happen.)

This should be a June post

Laura Second in our “try-to-catch-up” series of blogposts…

Much of June was spent in getting ready for my grandmother’s 100th birthday celebrations on June 10. The first bit of June involved deep-cleaning the house, to attempt to clear out space for the massive influx of relatives who were going to bunk at our place for a week. Happily, the week before the hordes descended was the annual neighbourhood street sale, so we cleared out a fair amount of old stuff. However, around the same time was a publisher’s massive book sale… Net gain: Two large boxes of books. Sigh.

So for one week in June our house was hit with a population explosion, doubling from three to six (my two sibs Tamiko and Troy, and my niece Midori), and for a short time bulging to seven (nephew Tamo). Photon went quite berserk with delight and confusion (since pretty much every room in the house featured a sleeping person or two at night), and I actually wondered whether this would work out or if we’d all be at each others’ throats by the end of the week (visions of rat overcrowding experiments dancing through my head).

Turns out we got along just fine, even if it seemed we were stepping over each other at times. It was fun having all the sibs together, since that so rarely happens; and the visitors spent a lot of time with us, just talking rather than tooling around the city, which was delightful! Jon coped well with all these people, and he especially took a shine to his cousin Midori, using his sweetest voice and beaming whenever he called her (“♫ Mi-DO-riii…♫”).

The ultimate clown-car episode at our place occurred when we had the senior relatives (mom and her sibs) over for dinner. Eleven of us somehow managed to squeeze around our patio table that normally seats six. Not so bad, but then it started to rain—not enough to be worth hauling all the dishes inside, but enough for the people not under the umbrella to get quite wet!

By the way, it is now over a month since that book sale, and there’s still a box of books on the living-room floor….

Next post: Grandma’s birthday

We could've been an Apple ad
At times during the week we could’ve been featured in an Apple ad. Much of the week featured permutations of this view: Here, Troy’s working on the slideshow for Grandma’s party on the MacBook; I’m on my iPod touch; while Midori is somehow managing to use both iPads at the same time.

This Should Be A March-April post

Peter I apologize for our lack of blogging. Things have been busy—not nearly busy as we’d like in the freelance world, but that means trying to come up with new projects and getting them going, while keeping all the other balls in the air. Anyway, to the blogging at hand. Here’s a little thing that developed through March, April and May.

Jon doing the elementary backstroke
Jon doing elementary backstroke with his instructor. He’s becoming a stronger swimmer–Note: no floaties!

Jon goes to swimming lessons at Holland Bloorview Kids Rehab Hospital at various times during the weekends, depending on which class time we manage to get via the lottery. We pretty much always follow the same routine: While getting ready to swim doesn’t take too much longer than for most kids, getting dressed again does. Jon’s usually the only kid at his scheduled time who’s wearing orthotics and in a wheelchair. (Yes, Bloorview is nominally for disabled kids, but not all kids with disabilities are confined to wheelchairs, and to boot the pool & recreation programs are integrated with regular kids in the community.)

So when it’s time to go, we’re usually the last ones out. And what with getting all of Jon’s gear packed up, he usually gets a head start on me out the door. Sure he’s a bit tired, having just done 30 minutes of work in the pool, and he may have to dodge other people in the tight surroundings of the changeroom doorway. But once he gets out of the changeroom, it’s a wide-open space to the elevators back up to the lobby. And what with his new school and hormonal teenage attitude, he’s got a little more confidence: He makes a break for the elevators. And if he gets lucky, in the 20 or 30 seconds it takes me to pack up, he’s found himself a ready elevator and he leaves without me.

It’s happened four or five times now, and he’s pretty much figured it out. By the time I get to the main floor, he’s waiting for me, or just getting out (I tend to be moving fast by that point; he’s in less of a hurry). There has been one time that I got to the main floor and he wasn’t there; I waited about 45 seconds before an elevator opened and voila, there he was. I figure his delay was probably that he didn’t press the elevator floor button hard enough. But who knows? Maybe he went on a reasonable short adventure. We can’t begrudge any teenager that.