The Baby Boy in Nova Scotia

I thought I’d drive out 15 minutes from the city to show Homomobile Too places he’s likely to see frequently in the next few years. He said he thought it was very pretty, but asked that I be sure to take good care of his body because of all the salt in the air and on the roads in the winter. I’m starting to think I adopted a worry wart. But he was estatic to learn when we got back that Beau-Bazou-a-Vroom-Vroom agreed to be his godmother auntie.

Homomobile Too posing at Fergusson Cove, which is about 10 minutes from downtown Halifax.

Here he is now at Herring Cove, 15 minutes from downtown.

That was his view at Herring Cove, which he really liked.

And this is what he could see through his rear-view windows.

Still at Herring Cove, just 50 feet away from where HT was posing.

At Chebucto Head, HT allowed me to show you that he has a cute litte asset.

At Chebucto Head, we met Beau-Bazou-a-Vroom-Vroom’s Irish cousin who’s living in Nova Scotia. (BTW, the black flies were fierce at Chebucto Head.)

At the Herring Cove Lookoff. I have no idea who those people are. They just seem to jump in front of the camera.

Again at the Herring Cove Lookoff, without the strangers.


There are two requests today at aMMusing: one that will have an impact on this blog, and one that I’m passing on on behalf of “someone.”

Not long ago I referred to Indiana Jones’s “colourful language [that] could make even a sailor blush.” Well, it is so colourful that the BeeGoddesses have requested that there be a new category at aMMusing, which could have weekly installments, to be named “Indiana-Jonesisms.” When I saw Poupoune briefly in Moncton yesterday, she said she thought it was an excellent idea, and I also agree. So brace yourselves to read stuff we hear daily from a mouth that is strangely — very strangely — poetic.

The second request comes from Homomobile Too. I spent much of the evening cruising around town so that I could get better acquainted with my very recently adopted baby boy. A baby boy he is; however, he’s much more self-aware than I ever thought possible. He asked me to ask Stephanie’s Beau-Bazou-a-Vroom-Vroom if she minded being his godmother auntie. I told Homomobile Too that we’d have to ask Beau-Bazou’s mommie first. He said he understood, but he’s clearly anxious about this. When I put him to bed in his garage tonight, he reminded me, “Don’t forget to ask Beau-Bazou’s Mommie…”

Isn’t he cute? :-P}

So there you have it.

Welcome Cindy: The Best Side of Blogging*

You may have noticed a comment in a recent entry from a newcomer called Cindy who found aMMusing as a result of a Google search on Jane Olivor.

We exchanged a few, very pleasant e-mail messages after she posted her comment. She’s a very interesting woman living in the U.S. Southwest, and I hope she comes back often to aMMusing. I think she’d have much to contribute to this blog.

When I started aMMusing last December, I knew people I don’t know would come here from nowhere, so to speak. That made me a bit nervous. But to date — and here’s hoping I’m not jinxing it! — almost everyone who has found this blog and commented on it has been pleasant. We’ve laughed; we’ve discussed; we’ve ranted… But it’s all been civil, and that’s very nice indeed.

* An irresistible paraphrase of a 1978 Jane Olivor album…

I’m Not Screaming

Around 11 o’clock this morning, the car dealer called to say that Homomobile Too hadn’t been delivered on the truck this morning, but he fervently hoped he would be in this afternoon. I called at 2 o’clock; the dealer was with a client. But he called back at 2:30: “I have some good news.” :->}

Of course, the dealership has to do a full inspection and it won’t be ready before 9:30 tomorrow morning. But I can live with that. I called my insurance company and everything tomorrow should be a matter of some final paperwork before I drive off with Homomobile Too. I’ll probably take the day off if I can convince Indiana Jones to come for a spin.

So no need for me to scream in frustration. :->}