Busy us!

Busy us!

Last week my Sister-The-Youngest-Girl and my Mom arrived for a visit. It was very exciting to have them here, Sister-The-Youngest-Girl had been here once before for a short visit with Beau Bob, and this was Mom’s first visit.

We managed to provide Mom with her a bed of her own, in a room of her own, and my sister slept on the pull out couch in the living room. Our house is small, and my sister was worried that she would be in the way when Attila had to get up early to go to work. The flow of Mist Cottage worked very well for all of us! Attila does not enter the living room in the mornings before work, and the living room is well out of the way of our bedroom, the washroom, and the kitchen, the rooms where all of Attila’s pre-work preparations take place.

They arrived on a Wednesday evening, having stayed the night before in a KOA cabin, and spending a good part of the day driving. Sister-The-Youngest-Girl is a very organized woman, and she arranged for we three gals (Attila had to work) to take a boat cruise of the Thousand Islands on Wednesday afternoon, Mom’s treat. And it was a treat! I hadn’t been out on the St. Lawrence River before, so it was a new experience. The highlight of the Cruise for me was getting to see the Just Room Enough Island. The water level is currently very high, so that the landing, and the stair to the door were under water, so that exiting via the door would be stepping right into the river.

On Thursday, after Attila left for work, and the rest of us had our breakfast, we left for a visit to the Rideau Camp. Sister-The-Youngest-Girl was on her way to Ottawa, to spend the day at a spa with our cousin, they have been close friends since infancy. The Camp is on the long route to Ottawa, so she decided to have a quick stop to see our special getaway in the bush. Mom and I stayed at the Camp for quite a while after she left, looking around, relaxing and chatting. I took the our usual long route home, the back roads, which is definitely not the way my Mom travels, preferring the major highways to get from point a to point b. Attila, Mom and I also drove out to visit with Lares, Sunny, and Sky. Terra had to work, she is back to work now, so Lares played host, and the Grandbabies got to meet their Great Grandma. They were delighted with my Mom, and she with them, the time flew by!

On Friday Sister-The-Youngest-Girl and Mom headed home again. Attila and I loved having them here!

On Friday Sister-The-Middle-Girl sent me some pictures of my Granny and Grandpa’s house, near our Traditional Camp. She and her hubby had spent the last week at their cottage, and with the help of our cousin and her hubby, they cleared away much of what was left in the house, as things were in a state of chaos with so many trespassers and vandals going through the place. Now it is virtually empty, with most of what was left there having been taken to the dump. It looked so wonderful, that Attila and I decided to take some of his vacation time and make a visit to our Traditional Camp, a four day weekend.

We packed up Iris, booked a site at a local campground, and headed out early Saturday morning. We take back roads when we travel with Iris. She is very light, fibreglass, and at high speeds she blows around like a peanut shell on the highway. The lower speed roads are much more relaxing, probably a lot safer, and much prettier. But, they also extend the time it takes to get where we are going. It took us 7 hours to drive to the camp site, we were very tired when we got there!

Attila spent his time at the Traditional Camp removing stumps, they were left when he cleared the trees on the lot. He worked at this diligently on Sunday and Monday. I spent my time visiting the dump, where I found a great plastic patio table, dirty, beat up, and perfectly functional. I also found a few pieces of stainless steel cutlery, a stainless steel saucepan, some pillow cases, freshly washed and pressed, a stainless steel cookie sheet, nine Corelle luncheon plates, and four Corelle mugs. All of these items will be used in Grace The Trailer. The local dump believes in recycling, and it works! I also found time to sit for hours on Granny and Grandpa’s porch. There is not place else on planet earth that I would rather be, than sitting on that porch, watching the dragonflies flit, the flies buzz, the bees hum, the birds call, the Day Lilies and Heliopsis sway; even the occasional passing high-speed motorist adds to the charm.

Our rented camp site provided an electric hookup, and a water hookup. It was our first experience camping in Iris with electricity. Wow! What a difference it makes. For one thing, our refrigerator works well on electricity, no coolers, no ice, luxury! And the interior lights allowed us to retire to the trailer well after dark, to read until we were tired, when we turned them out and snuggled into our beds. Having running water next to the trailer was also a treat. We decided not to hook up the water, as we don’t eat or prepare food in Iris, we do all of that on the picnic table under our kitchen tent.

Our fourth day out was spent driving home. We left the camp ground at 8 am and arrived home at 2:30 pm. It was a lovely drive, stress free. The rest of the day was spent unpacking Iris.

So here we are home again, after having an exciting two weeks, attending a music festival, enjoying a visit from Sister-The-Youngest-Girl and my Mom, going on a Boat Cruise, and visiting our Traditional Camp, Granny and Grandpa’s house, and camping in Iris at a camp ground.

Time for a little down time I think!

I am writing this in a state of fatigue, all this activity!

Worldly Distractions


Date: 8:39 PM EDT Thursday 17 August 2017
Condition: Light Rain
Pressure: 101.2 kPa
Tendency: Falling
Temperature: 20.9°C
Dew point: 15.1°C
Humidity: 69%
Wind: ENE 12 km/h
Humidex: 25
Visibility: 24 km


“If a problem has no solution, it may not be a problem, but a fact – not to be solved, but to be coped with over time.”
Shimon Peres
1923 –

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 got home, and I went to bed and fell asleep, exhausted from my wonderful big day out.

This afternoon my ear began to itch again in the same fashion as it did last night. I cautiously took a Q-tip and swabbed the entrance to my ear, there seemed to be nothing there to cause the itching. I pressed my ear canal closed and rubbed it vigorously with my finger on the surface skin just in front of my ear canal.

At dinner tonight my ear was itchy again. I put my finger in my ear to rub the area, and it came away with crusted blood. Oh dear!

Attila had a look with the magnifying glass, and said he could see a trail of blood, but nothing else.

We thought it might be a tick, because there were ticks in the area of the music festival, there were warning signs in all the public areas. I had checked my legs, and my feet quite diligently, no ticks.

What to do!

We used an ear cleaning syringe to flush my ear. First flush, only a little bit of blood coloured the water, fresh blood. Oh dear again!

The second flush yielded a black dot in the water. It was a flattened flea, or at least we think it is a flea, it does not look like a tick, it looks like a flea. We flushed the ear again, and it was clear but a little coloured from blood.

Attila then applied several drops of hydrogen peroxide to my ear canal, which I left for one minute, then turned my head to drain.

I have my flea, or whatever it is, on a dish. We examined it under well lit magnification, and it does resemble a flea, rather than a tick. But I think I will take my flea and head to the walk-in clinic tomorrow and get a second opinion on that. If it were a tick, and I was definitely bitten, then I would not see the telltale ring around the bite, because the bite is inside my ear.

Some adventures are small, and not all that desirable.

Worldly Distractions


Date: 9:00 PM EDT Monday 7 August 2017
Condition: Mostly Cloudy
Pressure: 101.5 kPa
Tendency: Rising
Temperature: 16.6°C
Dew point: 15.6°C
Humidity: 94%
Wind: NE 7 km/h
Visibility: 19 km


“Education is a progressive discovery of our own ignorance.”
Will Durant
1885 – 1981