Sittin’ On The Back Porch

I am sitting on the back porch to write this entry, at least the beginning of it. It is 10:41 a.m., and the heat is beginning to close in. I’ve washed and just hung to dry a load of laundry, which has been sitting messily on the floor for over a week. It was time to deal with it. A quickening breeze is making the air more comfortable, but soon, I can tell, the heat and humidity will increase beyond my ability to physically compensate for it, and I will be driven indoors, where the heat pump keeps the temperature at 23C, and below 55% humidity. But for now, for the first time since Sunday, it is now Wednesday, I am out of doors.

Our back porch is lovely in the morning. In the afternoon the sun shines into the porch and it becomes uncomfortably hot, in the summer it becomes unbearably hot. In my dreams we renovate the porch to extend the roof so that much of the porch will remain shaded in the afternoons, making it a viable space in which to spend time all day long.

Even thought the heat wave carries on, the leaves are turning on the trees, and beginning to fall. They rustle, a familiar autumn sound.

We have lost our third family of neighbours in the house next door. When we first bought Mist Cottage, a family with three children lived there. As soon as we painted the exterior of our house, and it looked acceptable, they put their house on the market, and moved to a larger house in town. The people who bought it were an unmarried couple, he much older than she, who eventually married, and eventually stopped making their mortgage payments, renting the house out. The family that rented the house, a couple with two small sons and a brother in the basement, managed to buy it as the bank was foreclosing, and struggled to keep up with the expenses and maintenance. They chopped down every tree on their property, except the very tall one that required a professional to remove it. They gutted part of the house to “renovate”, and did not make progress after tearing things apart. The couple with their children disappeared in the spring, saying that they were going to spend the summer in a large trailer they had purchased at a seasonal camp site, leaving the brother in the basement and a tenant on the main floor of the house. Apparently this did not work out all that well, the tenant has moved out, all the furniture has been moved out, and the brother and father have been working on the house, and moving things out at intervals. It now sits empty. We wonder who will be there next, and hope for the best.

Our garden continues to provide us with fresh green beans and tomatoes, and the occasional zucchini. The few squash that have grown are sizeable, and it seems the mild weather will hold long enough for most of them to mature, so that they can be harvested. Sadly, the scarlet runner beans are no longer putting out blooms, so that as we harvest the beans as the come of size, there are no more coming behind them.

The day is sunny, but rain is predicted this afternoon, which the gardens will be glad of. Attila has been watering them every day, using bath water, which he carried out in a large five gallon bucket. It hasn’t rained since we arrived home from our cold, wet vacation.

My days are passing quickly at the moment. The genealogy book that I stopped working on last spring is in need of careful thought. Yesterday was spent editing references. They are a real mess, after 22 years of making entries. Over those 22 years technology has required many changes. At first, all my records were paper, and a lot of the information I acquired was garnered from painstakingly reading microfiches at libraries. The database computer software I used was relatively rudimentary, and has undergone a myriad of updates and improvements. Each time the software changed, so did the way I could enter my sources, and my researched information. There are still restrictions in the software, for instance the source field will accept only 225 characters, not nearly enough! I spend a lot of time butchering the source material so that it conforms to the 225 character restriction. Conventions changed as well, evolved you could say. My sources needed serious editing to make them consistent. Although they will never be totally consistent, they are within acceptable limits now.

My crochet project, a blanket/afghan, is so relaxing. The colours are soothing, the yarn soft and yielding to the touch. The stitch I am using is very plain, the Suzette Stitch, and very easy. Because the stitch is dense, the blanket is thick, and will be very warm. I am thinking of doing another in washable wool, wool blankets are so lovely and warm.

I have begun my book by Sigrid Undset, Kristin Lavransdatter. The introduction was disappointing, it described the plot too carefully, revealing details that I would rather discover myself as I moved through the book. Having begun the first chapter, I encountered Norwegian words that my mind pronounced, or tried to, and decided to find an online service to provide pronunciations of the names of the main characters and places. I will eventually be able to pronounce these words correctly, but for now I must refer to the audio example every time. auditory learning is not my strong point. Which is interesting because Luna, my eldest, find auditory learning extremely easy. Everyone is so different!

Sound! From my seat on the back porch I can hear, the songs of cicadas, a cement truck, the backup warning beeps of a large truck at a distant construction site, stationary saws at the house under construction a few doors away, the neighbour raking leaves, a bird chirping, a train whistle, two neighbours chatting over the hedge between their yards. We do not live in a quiet place, but the neighbourhood itself is relatively quiet.

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Weather

24C
Date: 10:00 AM EDT Wednesday 27 September 2017
Condition: Partly Cloudy
Pressure: 101.1 kPa
Tendency: Falling
Temperature: 23.8°C
Dew point: 22.4°C
Humidity: 92%
Wind: S 20 km/h
Humidex: 33
Visibility: 13 km

Today
Increasing cloudiness late this morning. 40 percent chance of showers. Wind southwest 20 km/h becoming northwest 20 gusting to 40 this afternoon. High 28 with temperature falling to 24 this afternoon. Humidex 36. UV index 5 or moderate.
Tonight
A few clouds. Wind northwest 20 km/h gusting to 40 becoming light late this evening. Low 10.

Quote

“Time does not change us. It just unfolds us.”
Max Frisch
1911 – 1991

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 it. But it is also important that Attila have a time and place to defuse after a long hot day at work; a place where he does not have to deal with people, even me, a place where he can hear himself think, breath slowly, and come back to himself. That is something I could not do while raising children, as the primary (and then only) caretaker I had not one single minute of time to myself, my daughters even waited by the bathroom door when I was using the facilities, it was exhausting. So I know how important that quiet time after a day’s work can be to a person’s peace of mind and well-being.

My day today includes errands. Paying bills is never really fun, but it is a lot more fun when the money to pay them is available! Today the money is available.

Our vehicles are getting old, so they require that we be attentive to their condition. Tank ran into problems and was towed to the garage a few weekends ago. Thankfully that problem was easily and freely resolved. Tank had another maintenance visit to the garage, for a regular oil change and look-over, she received a passing grade.

The garage where I take her has two hoist bays, two mechanics, the owner and his partner. Tank had an appointment, but just the same he asked me if I was staying while Tank was being serviced. We had discussed this on the telephone when I made the appointment, I was staying, he forgot. The garage is a mile or so outside of town, too far to walk on any day, let alone a sunny, hot, and humid day. I chatted with the other customer for a bit, and after a little while he gave up the one seat to me, by the open window. I was pleased, as despite my appointment I was told the wait would be several hours. Settled comfortably in by the open window, book in hand, cold drink by my side, the time passed pleasantly. The owner periodically dropped into the office to chat with me, about life and the universe and anything. He is a very nice man, an honest man, a pleasant man. My wait was much shorter than anticipated, perceived and actual.

Yesterday I received a surprise video call from an old friend! I had to let the call through four or five layers of security to allow it. The funny part was, it was a “pocket call”, so it means she is keeping me close to heart on that little portable device that determined that now was the time. When a machine decides to reach out to you, is it fate, is it karma, or are you a mere 0, or a 1.

Thursday, August 3

Attila watered the garden last night with bath water. The rain barrels are dry. Although the areas to the north of us have received a lot of rain, we have had very little. Attila also reports that the rabbits have nibbled away all the leaves from our second planting of green beans. What beasties! That was a whole month of fresh vegetables we lost to them, I hope they enjoyed their meal. Discussions about a fenced garden are now in progress.

We are planning on taking Iris out for a weekend sometime this summer. Iris is equipped with an ancient refrigerator, a two-way refrigerator that will run on propane, or on electricity. Last night Attila ran an extension cord to Iris so that we could test to see if the refrigerator will run on electricity. It took about an hour, and sure enough, the freezer section was getting very cold. This is impressive. The refrigerator is a 1977 model, making it 40 years old. We will be looking to take Iris out for a weekend at a camp site with electrical service.

In my dreams we travel around Canada, pulling Iris along behind us. This dream isn’t likely to come true, there is not time while Attila works, and there will be no money for such whimsy when he retires without a pension. But still, what would life be without a dream!

The music concert: I don’t think you really feel a part of something that you have to invite yourself to participate in, unless all the participants are there under the same circumstances, together by mutual choice.

Friday, August 4

We awoke this morning to a thunderstorm, with much needed rain. The water barrels have been replenished, the gardens refreshed. The forecast predicts more thunderstorms today, tonight, and tomorrow.

My new eyeglasses from Costco are a thumbs up purchase, so far. They are progressive lenses, where my former glasses were bifocals. I had tried progressive eyeglasses many years ago, and could not adjust to them. With the new eyeglasses my eyes (and balance) adjusted within an hour to the progressive lenses. I like the new frames so far, they are inexpensive plastic, and do not seem to slip down my nose as my last pair liked to do; the lenses are larger and provide me with a greater range of clear vision.

Plastic eyeglasses would be a bad idea while burning brush at Rideau Camp, those fires throw a mighty heat. I will retain my old bifocals, with the titanium frame, for working out of doors, and for emergency backup. My eyes have changed almost imperceptibly in the last five years, and for that I am truly grateful. The optometrist tells me I have the first signs of developing cataracts, but it will be some time before that becomes a problem.

The crocheted top is coming along. As usual I am learning the hard way, about designing the pattern, the shape, the size, the stitches. I will be very glad to get through to the end, and I have my fingers crossed it will be presentable. The idea was to create a mesh top to wear over tank tops in hot weather. I HATE bras, absolutely hate them, and prefer braless living whenever I can get away with it. But too much wrong-sort-of male attention gathers around my nipples when I go braless in public, in a tank top, or other knit tops, so I want a light cover up, to throw on when we are dashing out the door to the store.

We are planning to attend an all-day music event tomorrow. As usual food is a big issue. It is very challenging to come up with ideas for portable food that is low-sodium, low-sugar, low-cholesterol, and allergen free; that can be comfortably carried around all day long. One light meal we have come to rely upon is homemade sodium-free hummus, with low-sodium rice crackers. I love sandwiches, but commercial breads are too high in sodium for me, and my sodium-free homemade bread is too crumbly for sandwiches. Last week a search through several grocery stores yielded a relatively low-sodium English Muffin; 115 mg sodium, no cholesterol and only 2 gm of sugar per muffin. This will make an acceptable sandwich using onions, lettuce, tomato, and a vegetarian cold cut which is low in sodium and in cholesterol.

Because most value-added foods contain unhealthy amounts of sodium, sugar, cholesterol, saturated fats, preserving chemicals, and my allergen, we cannot just walk into a grocery store and purchase canned or packaged foods for camping or travel. I admit to being ill-prepared this summer, in planning foods that are portable and healthy. Last summer we enjoyed grilled cheese sandwiches over the open fire, frequently, but alas the high-sodium bread and cheese has been implicated in the issues I encountered with my blood pressure last summer and autumn. Oh how I wish for a sodium-free sandwich bread!! You would think that the bakeries would respond to the demand, but no.

This afternoon there are tornado warnings in our area, seemingly downgraded to a severe thunderstorm watch now. The closest I have come to a tornado was at our country house, when the wind whipped over the back ridge behind the house, to twist and tear off the top 30 feet of the pine tree in the front yard, leaving a 30 foot high stump. I didn’t see it come down, but I heard it land on my Argosy trailer! My fingers are crossed that we experience no damage here at Mist Cottage, or at our Rideau Camp.

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Weather

SEVERE THUNDERSTORM WATCH IN EFFECT
25°C
Date: 1:00 PM EDT Friday 4 August 2017
Condition: Partly Cloudy
Pressure: 101.2 kPa
Tendency: Falling
Temperature: 24.9°C
Dew point: 21.3°C
Humidity: 80%
Wind: SSW 14 km/h
Humidex: 34

Quote

“We are generally the better persuaded by the reasons we discover ourselves than by those given to us by others.”
Blaise Pascal
1623 – 1662

“At heart, the issues raised in a work of fantasy are those we face in real life. In whatever guise — our own daily nightmares of war, intolerance, inhumanity, or the struggles of an Assistant Pig-Keeper against the Lord of Death — the problems are agonizingly familiar. And an openness to compassion, love, and mercy is as essential to us here and now as it is to any inhabitant of an imaginary kingdom.”
Lloyd Alexander
Newbery award winning author of children’s fantasy literature.

Balance

My niece is getting married this weekend, at a resort near my sister’s cottage. My two sisters, and my Mom, are pretty excited, and are leaving for the cottage for the celebration this morning. I have wished them well. Attila and I, and my brothers, were not invited, for the weekend, or to the wedding, and so are not attending.

Yesterday all of the crocheted cotton projects were subjected to a process to set the dye, according to instructions found on the internet. The first crocheted wash cloths faded after a few washings, so hopefully this will keep the other items, wash cloths, kitchen towels, beanies, colourful through many washings.

Because there were severe storms in Ontario over last weekend, on Monday evening we decided to take a jaunt out to the Rideau Camp to check on Grace The Trailer. Funny how suddenly the Camp is a place we need to consider when the weather gets nasty, demonstrating once again that what you own, owns you.

The evening was fine, sunny with a light breeze, and warm but not hot. We found that all was well with Grace The Trailer. Attila brought his chain saw and continued to section the trees he had felled, and some large oak branches he had removed from the trees, to let Grace The Trailer navigate the driveway in safety. I put away the things I brought to keep in the trailer, such as a small sewing kit, and the kitchen towel I crocheted for the oven door handle. My biggest job was to use cover the hitch with a plastic bag, and seal all the openings to the bag with duct tape. I did this crouching under the trailer with my arms raised above my head, for about a half an hour. This will keep the wasps, spiders, ants, and mice out of the hitch, and the openings around the hitch. At least I hope it will. I placed a section of flea collar inside the hitch before sealing it up, so that if any insects do attempt an intrusion, they will be roundly discouraged. Next I cut up plastic bags and stuffed them into every opening in the frame of the trailer that I could find, to keep out wasps in particular, as they like to build nests in spaces protected from the weather.

I overdid it. The weather was very hot and humid, which has always affected me adversely. I felt quite ill until we were home again in the air conditioned house. I speculated, as this is the first time this has happened, that I had not ingested enough sodium during the day, so that working and perspiring in the heat depleted my sodium levels, and thus my electrolyte balance was probably out of whack. When I got home I had one piece of toast, using store bought bread, with peanut butter, the regular sugary kind, which gave me the full day’s compliment of sodium, and I felt much better. I am going to have to watch my sodium intake much more carefully in the hot humid weather!

Since the heat wave had ended here yesterday, it was the perfect opportunity to make a big batch of chili. It simmered all day long on the stove, made a lovely dinner last night, and four more meals were frozen in mason jars for quick suppers at the Rideau Camp.

The crocheted “water balloons” are coming along nicely, seven completed. Someone wrote in to a crochet group that they had created 22 of these “water balloons” in one day, I feel accomplished if I manage two of them. The yarn, bulky blanket yarn, is not as pleasant to work with as I had hoped, but that may be because of the pattern, which becomes very tightly stitched at the nozzle end of the balloon.

The longest day of the year is upon us, dawning with a blue sky, and moderate temperature. I love sunny mornings, my favourite time of the day. This just might be the day the sewing machine gets set up in the front bedroom. The desk is clear at last. The pile of mending has been growing since a year ago last September, and some of the items are needed. My permethrin treated work pants are rather torn, they are on the top of the mending pile.

The peonies in the front yard are blooming in all their glory. On Sunday Attila brought two blooms in for the vase on the table, to replace the two that were spent. In the backyard the two Columbine plants that self seeded at the step are still blooming. There are still a few blooms on the Wild Geraniums. The frivolous heads of Yellow Hawkweed wave in the breeze in the fenced in back yard, where Attila did not mow, so as to leave them in their beauty, and to avoid walking over the patches of wild strawberries. The Irises are spent. The purple Clematis is laden with buds, and about to bloom any day now.

Attila finished planting the garden this week, with Scarlet Runner Beans along the fence, and Squash near the compost heap. There are blooms on the tomato plants, and there have been several harvests of rhubarb. Attila loves to garden, I think I will call it his garden. I have input into choosing and placing the plants, but Attila has the final word, and does the physical work, so I will call it his garden.

My Mom has a garden at her farm, cared for by my brother who lives there. She tells me they haven’t had a drop of rain since the plants went into the ground. My brother waters the plants every day using water from the well, a lot of work. I sure hope they get more rain down there in Niagara! We have had rain either constantly for days, or every few days, all spring, so that Attila hasn’t needed to water the garden at all. We purchased a rainbarrel, and I am hoping we will soon have it set up, so that we will be ready if the rain ceases to fall on a regular basis.

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Weather

16°C
Date: 8:00 AM EDT Wednesday 21 June 2017
Condition: Mostly Cloudy
Pressure: 101.3 kPa
Tendency: Rising
Temperature: 15.8°C
Dew point: 12.9°C
Humidity: 83%
Wind: WSW 17 km/h
Visibility: 24 km

Quote

“Farming looks mighty easy when your plow is a pencil, and you’re a thousand miles from the corn field.”
Dwight D. Eisenhower
1890 – 1969

Shed Widow

Yesterday I had Attila fish the hoe out of the chaos of the garage, and early in the morning I was out in the fresh air attacking the weeds that threaten our beans, garlic, peppers, tomatoes, borage, and another unknown plant that Attila says he didn’t plant, but I know is’t a weed. It took several hours, and the results were very satisfying. It gave the green beans in particular a boost, as they are suddenly sending out new growth.

We are heading into a moderate heat wave with high humidity, and blessedly cool nights. It isn’t my favourite kind of weather, but I am grateful for the cool nights. I have been taking my walks before 8 a.m. to catch the cooler morning temperature; yesterday I wore a sweater and regretted it. My discomfort was twofold. I was too warm in the sweater, even at 15C, and my back was bothering me. Each step I took was mildly painful, which meant I could carry on. However as the little ouches tallied up, my body began to protest, breaking into a cold sweat. I managed the entire circuit and arrived home dampish. Luckily when I stopped moving the pain stopped too. After taking an Ibuprofen, and resting for a bit, I was fine. It may have been the hoeing that set off my back pain, yes I think that must have been it.

Attila is completely focused on the shed project. He changes into his construction clothes when he gets home from work, and doesn’t stop until it gets too dark to work, after 9 p.m., when we eat our dinner then go to bed. This routine, of waking hours at home devoted solely to shed construction, has been going on since last Friday evening. Suddenly yesterday I was tired of it, and feeling Attila’s absence. There is no help for it now though, the shed must be completed and the construction debris taken to the waste facility. I doubt I will be willing to agree to another big renovation project this summer! In for a penny, in for a pound, I am going to be a shed widow for another week or so!

I wonder if anyone else is experiencing this annoyance with the horrid autocorrect spelling feature. The feature will not turn off on my system, no matter what I do, no advice from anywhere has made the least bit of difference. Now, when I am typing and the bloody dictionary doesn’t recognize the word, it replaces it with an incorrect substitute while I am typing the next word. This means that I face an incorrect word, with the next word embedded in the middle of it. This autocorrect feature is a menace to literacy! It might be a conspiracy to restrict written expression, because autocorrect does nothing but harm the genre. It is as if computer barons are attempting to control language, and thereby communication. Lets face it, in a world where Donald Dump Duck is popular, a thoughtful population is undesirable. That’s my conspiracy theory anyway.

Last Friday Sunny the little boy twin preemie Grandbaby, developed an infection. He was tested for meningitis, a standard procedure, and we didn’t get wind of the results, but probably would have if he had tested positive. However, the latest short text message told us that he is out of isolation and back with his sister in NICU, eating, crying, flailing about, which is all good news. I have read that it is a roller coaster ride, having a premature baby in NICU, and they have double the experience. I don’t really want to visit Sunny and Sky again while they are so very vulnerable to infections and other hazards from the outside world, adding additional risk is not something I am comfortable doing. Maybe when they are a few weeks older it won’t seem to so risky to me, but for now, I think their parents are the only ones who need to be with them. The rest of us can wait.

The Garden Shed is beginning to take shape! Attila finished the roof sheeting last night, just as it was getting dark. It looked as if it might rain last night, but it didn’t so the sheeting is dry this morning. Attila says next come the end facia boards, then the tar paper on the roof, then the shingles. The plywood that he is using for sheeting on the exterior walls is small bits and pieces he salvaged and saved from other projects over the years, so not appropriate for use on the roof where strength is an issue. Plywood is better by far than particle board, not nearly so vulnerable to water damage and warping.

The shed will have a window above a steel door, and wood siding. I don’t really want wood siding, you have to paint it. I wanted aluminum siding. However, Attila wants the wood because he has enough to do the job, and it will cost us nothing, except for the paint. We decided that when we put new metal siding on the house, we will put the same siding on the shed. A project for another year.

Shed roof

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Weather
17°C
Date: 6:00 AM EDT Thursday 16 June 2016
Condition: Mostly Cloudy
Pressure: 101.0 kPa
Tendency: falling
Visibility: 24 km
Temperature: 17.2°C
Dewpoint: 10.9°C
Humidity: 66%
Wind: NE 13 km/h
Today
Mainly cloudy. Clearing late this morning. Wind becoming east 20 km/h near noon. High 27. Humidex 30. UV index 8 or very high.
Tonight
A few clouds. Wind northeast 20 km/h becoming light this evening. Low 12.

Quote

“I get up every morning determined to both change the world and have one hell of a good time. Sometimes this makes planning my day difficult.”
E. B. White
1899 – 1985

Yellow Hawkweed

The excitement of the new arrivals last weekend left everyone involved exhilarated and exhausted, including the new arrivals. Terra went home from the hospital on Tuesday, and travels daily to see the babies in NICU. Lares works near the hospital, so he drops in on the babies every morning before going to work. Terra says they are coming along just fine, Sunny being smaller, is a little behind Sky, but making progress every day. Terra says we can let her know a day or so ahead of time, sometime next week, and she will take us in to see them again. Luna is staying with her this week, and the two of them are there every day. Luna is going to bring Imp, Elf, and Tink to Terra’s house this weekend, and I think they are taking them in to see the Sunny and Sky.

Our lives are settling back down, now that our visiting is over, and we know that the babies are making good progress. The excitement has been disorienting, and as wonderful as babies are, we are grateful to be the Grandparents.

My Mom getting the all clear on her health issue is really something to celebrate! She is up and about, almost back to her former busy self. There are a few unpleasant side effects from the treatments that she is still having to deal with. Mom manages to work around them, she makes it look easy, and I am sure it isn’t.

We have had lots of rain, and the garden is looking voluptuous. We planted green beans, Scarlet Runner beans, two kinds of peppers, tomatoes, and the garlic that we were given by my sister. The peonies are blooming white and pink, and I am enjoying them picked and in vases in the living room and the kitchen, they smell wonderful. They remind me of my Granny’s house, she had peonies in her flower garden. Also blooming at the moment are the Columbine, Day Lilies, and Yellow Hawkweed wild in the lawn. I am very fond of the Yellow Hawkweed; it only blooms for a short time in the spring.

Yesterday Attila and I made a visit to the home improvement centre in town, and ordered the materials needed to upgrade our garden shed. The garden shed upgrade is this year’s project, our big investment of the season. Currently it cannot be used because the roof leaks, and had done so for many, many years before we bought the house. The interior of the shed is full of mildew and wasps. Attila has killed the wasps, and destroyed their nests, and the mildew will go with the old materials when they are removed and taken to the dump.

Tonight Attila began the project by clearing the vegetation from around the base of the shed, and trimming all the branches from the adjacent tree, the ones that overhang the shed.

I hope we can finish the shed by the end of the month, which may be a bit optimistic. I have my finger’s crossed.

My evening project was to spray Attila’s new socks, six pairs, recently washed, with permethrin. I have been waiting to do this, but the wind has been too strong for spraying. The evening was calm, so I took the window of opportunity to don my protective long sleeved shirt, long pants, latex gloves, and a breathing mask. I hung all the socks in a row on the line, and set to with the spray bottle. The socks will be left overnight to dry on the line, and after breakfast tomorrow morning I will gather them together and store them with the rest of Attila’s bug proof clothing.

Slowly we are getting back to enjoying the little day-to-day things in our own lives again.

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Weather

15°C
Date: 9:00 PM EDT Thursday 9 June 2016
Condition: Mainly Clear
Pressure: 101.2 kPa
Tendency: rising
Visibility: 24 km
Temperature: 14.6°C
Dewpoint: 1.6°C
Humidity: 41%
Wind: NW 12 km/h

Quote

“He hoped and prayed that there wasn’t an afterlife. Then he realized there was a contradiction involved here and merely hoped that there wasn’t an afterlife.”
Douglas Adams
1952 – 2001