knitnut.net: Alessandra

Death is such a sudden and jarring thing. It doesn’t matter if the person was living on borrowed time, or if death came swooping in out of the blue, years ahead of schedule, it seems we are always caught off guard. Never more so, I think, than when somebody’s child

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knitnut.net: Bunny love

Thanks to everybody who voted on the bunny’s name. We ended up going with Ivan. I know, it wasn’t even on the list…but I decided to name him after Ivan Coyote, who is one of my heroes. GC and I built the bunny’s house ourselves. It’s a four-story condo, and

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knitnut.net: What is she saying?

Kazoo is a 16-year-old Double Yellow Headed Amazon parrot. She talks. We don’t always know what she’s saying exactly, but we always know what she means because she’s remarkably expressive. Take a look at this video and see if you can tell what she’s yelling at the 7-second, 27-second and

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knitnut.net: Doubting Thomas

The other morning as I was waking up, someone on CBC was talking about a project called ShareThanksgiving.ca. Basically, it’s an online matching service, in which host families in Canada are matched with newcomer families (refugees, new immigrants, foreign students, etc.) for Thanksgiving dinner. It started in Toronto last year,

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knitnut.net: Quite the Week

It has been Quite the Week. There was a more-or-less last-minute switch-about at work, which meant that I got to go to a conference in Montreal about HIV and housing, from Tuesday to Friday. Since I wasn’t going to be here for my son’s birthday, I switched his birthday dinner

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knitnut.net: It’s complicated

Now that we’re married, GC and I are thinking about moving in together. Like actually formally officially living together. Getting rid of the duplicate toaster and bed and microwave and house, and consolidating ourselves and our animals and our stuff into one house. It’s complicated, though. First we had to

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knitnut.net: Stolen Bunny!

I saw this sign on Percy Street today: “STOLEN!!! WTF? Last seen on washing line in our BACKYARD! The person responsible, who, incidentally, ought to be ashamed (no matter their affliction), stole a bunny from a baby. A gift at birth and a child’s favoured comfort at bedtime – We

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