Baby Bear

Yesterday at breakfast I glanced out the front window at our driveway.  Sauntering across the road was a young bear, who moved slowly through the wooded area next to the driveway and then headed off into the wild. I think that bear paid another visit this morning.  I did not observe the visitor, but our garbage bag was ripped wide open.  What a mess.  It was mostly coffee grounds, so I have to wonder just what the attraction was! I put on Attila’s rubber boots and a head net to protect myself from the voracious mosquitoes.  Out I went, broom and dustpan in hand, to sweep up the mess into another garbage bag, which I set out for the the garbage collector. There have been several bear attacks this spring, one involved a pedestrian and the other a cyclist.  I don’t believe our bear was involved, as it occurred some distance from our place.  It is something to consider though, when puttering about outside.  I make loud noises when I venture out the door, so as not to take any visitors by surprise.  Bears hate surprises. Terra writes her final exam today.  She has excellent marks, so there is no … Continue reading

Continuity

One of the things I like least about using WordPress is that you need to update it periodically.  I ALWAYS fail the first time round.  Always.  This time I tried the automatic update feature, because it seemed as if it would be simpler.  Ahem.  Not in my capable hands it wasn’t!  “An Automated WordPress update has failed to complete – please attempt the update again now.” The trouble now is that when it failed, and I watched it fail, I decided to go ahead and do the update manually.  That worked, a little time consuming, but it worked.  Now all I have to do is figure out how to let my installation of WordPress in on the update, because it hasn’t figured out that the whole event is over, over and done with. We are having a beautiful day!  Our robins are chirping happily in the trees just over the railings of the deck.  I call them our robins because they were born here, under the deck flooring.  The deck extends from the second story of the house, so it is high and dry and a perfect spot for nesting.  All spring we watched the robins build the nest and … Continue reading

Contemplating Change

The summer season is not yet in full swing, as far a seasonal residents are concerned. Although there is talk in the media of an economic recovery in Canada, all we can see from our little perch is that the wealthy continue to build monuments to their own comfort, and there is a LOT of activity in that sector of the economy, while everyone else cuts back trying to survive the times. The corporation where I am on six-day-a-week call, is busy cutting positions and hours.  This creates tension in the work force.  I am really noticing it, being at the very bottom of the pecking order.  A call came in on Tuesday afternoon, asking me to work for 3 hours on Wednesday morning.  I accepted.  My fellow worker spent the first two hours trying to persuade me to find another job, within the corporation of course.  Then she went for lunch.  All this pressure was exerted under the guise of “looking out for me”.  Transparent.  No one looks out for anyone but themselves, in the culture this organization has created. She didn’t give up until I grumbled about my lack of hours and stated that I was looking for … Continue reading

Time

This morning I had to take the car in for a regularly scheduled maintenance appointment. It is a one hour drive there and a one hour drive back. My mind tends to take off on tangents when I’m driving for any length of time; today the tangent was all about time. I was thinking that all life really consists of is: what was, what is, and what will be. All of these aspects of time are subject to perception, perspective and interpretation. However, the only aspect that we can influence is “what is”, the present, the fleeting moment of consciousness that we experience as the now. Sometimes my “what is” is saturated with “what was”. There are moments that come to me from the past, rich in emotion. These moments can capture me completely, so much so that I long to return to that place and time, to wrap myself in its warmth and certainty. At other times the “what will be” will crowd out the present, sometimes with uncertainty, sometimes with anticipation. Only the present moment offers the opportunity for redemption. It is often difficult to remain loyal to the “what is”, with all its terrors and treasures. It … Continue reading

Curious George

9:00 a.m. Learning something new is always of interest to an information pack-rat, which might describe me.  I’m off this morning to the first (and probably final) session of training on my own time and at my own expense.  I will confess that the primary reason I’ve not called them to cancel is that I wonder what the job entails.  Always intrigued by new learning opportunities, I just have to find out what it is all about.  I don’t trust assumptions, so I’ll suspend disbelief for the morning and see what I find. And thinking of exploration, Attila and I have decided to go on a road tour late in the autumn. We will pack a tent and some sleeping bags, load up our cooler and our propane stove and head out.  I’ll take a break from waiting for calls to work, and Attila will take a break from his six day a week grind.  This is the plan.  Now that we have a plan we can safely assume that fate will step in to show us who is in charge of the universe; not us I think. Attila finished the under-the-stair-landing project, so the closet contents can be returned … Continue reading