A Flea In Her Ear

“A Flea In Her Ear” is a play by Georges Feydeau. It is also close to the idiom, “a flea in the ear”, meaning, “an unwelcome hint or unexpected reply, annoying like a flea; an irritating repulse; as, to put a flea in one’s ear; to go away with a flea in one’s ear.” But that is not what I am writing about tonight, although I wish I were. We were at a music festival on Saturday and Sunday, spending both days out of doors, in a field where it rained off and on, on both days. I wore my wonderful sun hat when it was sunny, and also when it rained, to keep my head cool and dry. But when it was cloudy and it wasn’t raining, I put the hat on top of our backpacks, where it was sometimes knocked onto the grass, where I would retrieve it and either put it on my head, or place it back on the backpacks. On our trip home last night, shortly after we left the festival at 1 a.m., my right ear began to itch, really itch. I felt like something was moving around in there. It stopped after we … Continue reading

Hot and Humid and Dry

Wednesday, August 2 Another sunny day, hot and sticky. The temperature is not all that daunting, but the high humidity clings to the body, fills the lungs, in the most unpleasant way. My crocheted top is coming along slowly. I am designing it as I go along, and have ripped out a lot of stitches in my experiments. The panels of the back and the front are complete, and now it is time to consider the shoulder straps. To be honest, I am not enjoying this project all that much, as I have no idea what I am doing, and I am not confident the garment will be attractive when it is complete. There is a lot of learning going on with this project. Our garden is thriving. I should really call it Attila’s garden. Each afternoon when he arrives home from work, he changes out of his work clothes, and heads for his garden. He putters there for an hour or so, weeding, examining, considering. It is a great source of pleasure for him. I remain at arms length when it comes to the garden, mostly because I enjoy looking at it far more than I enjoy working in … Continue reading

Firefly

Firefly: “Most species of fireflies thrive as larvae in rotting wood and forest litter at the margins of ponds and streams. And as they grow, they more or less stay where they were born.” The weekend of July 22/23, and this past weekend July 28/29, our evenings have been enchanted by the light show in the forest around our Rideau Camp. As soon as daylight began to fade, we began to see flashes of light, high and low, near and far among the silhouettes of the tree trunks. Sitting quietly in the forest, we were surrounded by these twinkling lights. Although there were a profusion of the lights on the weekend of July 22/23, the light show on the evenings of the 28/29 were magical in their intensity. It might be that the intense rainfall in the area on July 24 optimized their breeding process, which requires moisture and rotting wood on the forest floor, which were in abundance. On the weekend of July 22/23 I burned a very large juniper stump, the last remaining stump from the huge log pile present on the property when it was purchased. The campfire burned from noon until 2 am the next morning, … Continue reading

Adventures

Attila had a vacation day, so we enjoyed a three day weekend, this past weekend. The drive out to the Rideau Camp on Friday night was uneventful, quite pleasant actually. It began to rain just as we carried the last of our luggage into Grace The Trailer. We enjoyed a quick supper, and as darkness fell we lit our LED lanterns to wash up and finish unpacking. I had stocked Grace The Trailer with a deck of cards, so a card game seemed like a good idea. The only game we could remember was Go Fish, it has been that long since we have played cards! The card deck turned out to be two Euchre decks. What ensued was a hilariously silly game of Go Fish, with one of us winning in either one or two hands. We were constantly laughing at ourselves. Saturday dawned with sunny blue skies. An outing had been planned. We were set to attend a day at the Stewart Park Festival in Perth. A lunch was packed, and we set out for Perth. About a mile from the chosen parking area in Perth, all of Tanks warning lights suddenly lit up, and the engine sounded … Continue reading