You know you live in the boonies when you can go out the front door in your underwear and take a photo. Of the scenery, not your underwear.
The view from my window was particularly pretty this morning so I tried to take a picture from the warm place where I sat then realized my winter-windows are too filthy for that exercise. So I threw a coat on and some boots and wandered bare-legged into the front yard.
The sky was sun-peached and rosy behind the snow-laden trees and the river was as ink black and ice cold as a murderer's soul. A gorgeous morning. The kind of morning you feel so good just to be alive and breathing.
Oh. That reminds me. Somebody online posted a link for a quiz where you can determine how long you're likely to live. I pounced on it, all excited because I quit smoking years ago, I've just lost 58 pounds, I exercise daily – I figured I'd be told I'd live until I was 90.
54.
Apparently I'm going to croak in three years.
I tried not to let this get to me (stupid internet quiz) but I felt the cold finger of death touch my bleating heart. That was two weeks ago and ever since all I can think of is three years.... three years... I wish I could remember whose blog I found this stupid test on so I could share the link and you could try it and be as depressed as me. But I can't remember. Maybe it's a sign of my upcoming demise. I tell you one thing: if I'm going to die in three years you can bet I'll be eating, smoking and drinking every damned thing that isn't nailed down. Self-fulfilling prophecy? Ya think?
On a completely unrelated note, we're babysitting a friend's dog – Charles is his name. He's exactly the same colour and the same size as our own dog, Misty. They're like tiny-dog bookends. Incredibly cute. Diabetes-inducing cute. I tried to take a picture of them but have you ever taken a photo of two jet black dogs in a snowbank? When I got back in the house I blew out the background completely just so you could see their wee faces dusted with snow. They weigh about seven pounds each, soaking wet.
And those flowers? They're mine. A gift from my sweetie on Valentine's Day. Aren't they gorgeous? Aren't I lucky?
All this and it's Saturday morning, the best morning of the week. It's a long weekend here in Ontario. Monday is Family Day so we have three long, lovely days with no "must dos" and no plans. No money, either, but that's beside the point. I have a light, happy heart thinking of the time ahead. I hope your weekend is equally light and equally happy :)
THIS JUST IN: I found the link for that depressing "you're gonna die in three years" quiz.
http://gosset.wharton.upenn.edu/mortality/perl/CalcForm.html
Let me know how long you've got, OK?
Well, duh, Cathy! I don't take those quizzes. I just keep repeating to myself that I'm going to live to be 103 (yes, the Jiminy Cricket song) and go on with my life.
ReplyDeleteAdorable doggies and gorgeous flowers!
You're right, Laura. As always. I am going to tattoo this on my forehead "WHAT WOULD LAURA DO?" And I would be much better off!
DeleteMaybe I should send you a t-shirt with that on it... ROFL!
Delete*waiting by the mailbox.... patiently....*
DeleteWith a view like that and gorgeous wee canine companions you don't need money!
ReplyDeleteHope you have a restful, enjoyable family weekend, Cathy! :-)
True, Sue... but money would definitely help!!!! Maybe just a little bit... I'm not greedy...
DeleteThose puppies are SO cute..absolutely adorable. Don't be paying any attention to that quiz. That sort of thing should be banned.
ReplyDeleteI know, Delores... I just couldn't help myself! Three years... three years... three years.........
DeleteOnly three more years? Well, that's more than the Mayans are giving us.
ReplyDeleteThe view from your house is beautiful. Glad there wasn't underwear in it though.
Be glad, Alex... be very, very glad....
DeleteWish I lived in a place where it is possible to wander outside in pyjamas. Such beautiful photography and love the puppies.
ReplyDelete... Sometimes I wish I lived in a place where it was WARM enough to wander outside in pyjamas! ;-p
DeleteWhy thanks, Carole Anne! Where do you live? Heck, if I was in downtown Toronto I might wander out in my pajamas ... in fact, believe it or not, it's a fad here. Seriously. You can see people wear pajama bottoms all over the place. In the mall, in restaurants. Ridiculous, no? Hey, thanks for dropping by and thanks for the follow! :)
DeleteSue, it wasn't warm here. It was frickin' cold. I came inside when I realized my knees were frozen together.
DeleteThe doogies are totally adorable. I wish I could play in some snows!
ReplyDeleteDaisy, you're welcome to come up for a visit any time sweetie-pie! My two cats totally love you and want to steal all your fabulous clothes.
DeleteSince you were covered by a coat you were not really in your underwear. Good one. And that quiz?
ReplyDeleteThat would mean you have three more Family Day weekends in your future or do we subtract one now?
The eyes of the doggy on the right are huge! What a cute photo.
Those flowers are a blessing.
Thank you so much Kleinste (you have the most fabulous name, by the way). I guess we should count three days... I need all the time I can get.
DeleteThe doggy on the right is our Misty... she is SO adorable... but don't think she doesn't know it.
Yup, know that one: robe and slippers to get that rosy-fingered dawn shot. Always worth it. As for diet, exercise, and lifespan, here's one for you: when a friend and I were carping on the proposal of a restrictive diet for those of us who've had cancer, she said, "Oh, so that's it. First we eat wheat grass and then we die."
ReplyDeleteCancer + wheat grass = death? I think if I had to eat nothing but wheat grass I would beg for death.
Delete(I am sorry you had cancer... I take it you're well now? And eating lots of, I dunno, hamburgers with wheat grass relish?) oxoxo
That view is breathtaking. The dogs are cute. The flowers are gorgeous. Life is good. At least for another three years.
ReplyDeleteLOL! You're a funny girl, Mizz Laurita!
DeleteYou'll croak a lot sooner than that if you insist on going out in your skimpies in the freezing cold!!!
ReplyDeletePut some clothes on (Unless I become a neighbour, then you can do as you please...)
Rory
"Skimpies." My new favourite word for gotchies. Thanks Rory!!! (Trust me, if you were my neighbour you wouldn't wanna see my skimpies...)
DeleteLove the pictures! The view on the first one is breathtaking!
ReplyDeleteSherry, OMG, don't hold your breath – you'll turn blue or pass out or faint or something, just like those silly girls on American Idol.
DeleteThanks for dropping by and thanks so much for the follow!
I did that stupid test again? Only this time I think I did it correctly? And here's how old I'm supposed to live this time:
ReplyDeleteLife Expectancy: 90.73 years
Lower Quartile: 83.99 years (75% chance you will live longer than this)
Median Lifetime: 92.31 years (50% chance you will live longer than this)
Upper Quartile: 99.17 years (25% chance you will live longer than this)
Suddenly I believe it is a very, very smart test.
Whew! That's a relief. :)
DeleteMy capcha code is Greesi Persons. Avoid them for a long life.
Laurita, thank you so much - I thought I didn't HAVE stupid captcha codes... with Blogger's new interface, I didn't see a way to change it... so I went to the old interface and made the change. Hopefully there won't be any more of those stupid codes.
DeleteGood advice on the Greesi Persons, though.
You forgot about the Pratt genes. 90 is nothing.
DeleteI was out in my skimpies (I call them chonies (prounounced chowenie???))& housecoat just the other evening. It is appropriate Muskoka wear.
I think that rotten blogger ate my comment. (If you have two, please delete this one.) What I thought I had said was how cute the dogs are, and that think how bad you would be feeling if the rotten test said you died three years ago.
ReplyDeleteRotten comment-stealing Blogger... rotten test... rotten dying... I hear ya, EC!
DeleteAs always Cathy your post brought a smile to my face. ^___^ I loved the photo you took it is just so beautiful.
ReplyDeleteI laughed out loud at the quiz result. I took that quizz a long time ago and have outlived it's preciction, so never fear me dear, the world will embrace you presence a lot longer that three more years ha haaa.
The dogs are adorable such a cute picture.
I also have absolute faith in your granma oops sorry that should have been grammer ^__^
Thanks so much, Helen! I am so glad to hear you've outlived your prediction!
DeleteWell I took the test and I am 64. And, thankfully, I will probably live to 91.5 ...
ReplyDeleteOf course, I will probably step off a curb and get hit by a bus sooner than that, because my hearing and eye sight will fail and I won't see it ... :-)
Oh well. It was fun test to take.
RetiredKnitter-Elaine
WOO HOO for 91.5! But watch out for buses and curbs, Elaine.... and sharp knitting needles, too.
DeleteSo, where is this infamous test then - just so I know how long I have left to squander the children's inheritance?
ReplyDelete;-p
Look up, Sue. Directly up. At the end of my post. See it? *scurries off to borrow Dave's reading glasses*
DeleteYou've created a monster. I'm 69 and will live to 92. May live to 99. It may be something to look forward to, but I can't see my pieces parts holding together that long.
ReplyDeleteI've been by before, always seem to find you from other places. Thanks for a nice blog and I must put you on my list and stop stumbling over here.
I am so glad you have stumbled and landed, Joanne! And thanks for the follow!
DeleteOh, don't worry about your parts – we're all like bionic women and six million dollar men these days. You just to to the parts counter at your local dealership and they install new ones! New eyeballs anyone?
Well, I'm supposed to make it to 85. However, the test didn't bother to take into consideration whether or not you're ill now.
ReplyDeleteNow, if I knew I was going to die within the next year and my doctor told me to quit drinking why would I bother. I'm with you on this.
We'll get together and snort a few pizzas and whiskeys, Rubye!
DeleteCathy, thanks for joining me, and I love your blog too. Carole.
ReplyDeleteThose little black dogs in the snow just make me want to scoop them up and cuddle them. As for that test, couldn't resist even though I had to invent some of the answers because I don't live in the US. F'rinstance I said I live in Wyoming because I like the sound of it - Why? Oh Ming! It says I'll make it to 84 BTW.
ReplyDeleteIIRC I found your blog via a comment you left on the lovely John The Dogs' blog, and I visited and hung around because I was curious about your eye surgery, as I've just had cataract surgery which was quite an adventure.
Thanks for visiting and commenting! My blog has fallen into a decline lately, I must try to resuscitate it.