Rights of Passage

There was an early start to the day here, Attila was putting the coffee on to brew at 4 a.m. this morning. On the present night shift schedule, Sunday is a transition day for Attila, shifting sleep patterns from sleeping at night back to sleeping during the day. It makes for an odd sort of weekend, three days of leisure, two of them transitional making it necessary to spend parts of the day sleeping. Attila prefers the 12 hour shift schedule. I am still uncertain which I prefer, but I know one thing, these shifts are wonderful compared to the six day a week schedule we were living with at his last job!

This morning I was thinking about one of the aspects of aging. From my perspective there are two milestones of legal significance for survival, related to age, where I live. I have passed my first, which was reaching the age of 18 years. At the age of 18 years, in Ontario, Canada, a person has the right to make their own legal decisions about their own lives; parents are no longer legally able to do this, nor are parents any longer legally responsible for the actions of the newly identified adult. The second milestone in my lexicon is the age of 65, when a person in Ontario, Canada, is legally considered a “Senior Citizen”, receives a pension of sorts, and becomes eligible for health services not covered by the Provincial health care system, which is a very big deal. While unofficially many entities in Ontario recognize people over the age of 55 as “Seniors”, this is a discretionary designation, with no legal basis.

What this means to me of course, is that there is an opportunity to celebrate two age related rites of passage. I don’t think there is a “debutante ball” for women who have officially reached their senior years, but I think it is a great idea! Most of us did not, and are not going to, celebrate our milestones with debutante balls. But we can and do celebrate our rites of passage in our own ways, knowing that as we pass over the various stepping stones of life, we are treading a path well worn by those who have come before us, and will be tread by those who follow.

Worldly Distractions


Date: 6:00 AM EST Sunday 24 January 2016
Condition: Partly Cloudy
Pressure: 101.8 kPa
Tendency: rising
Visibility: 24 km
Temperature: -17.1C
Dewpoint: -20.1°C
Humidity: 78%
Wind: NNW 8 km/h
Wind Chill: -23


“One of the simplest ways to get an idea of one trillion dollars is to consider the amount in terms of the passage of time. One million seconds is equal to roughly eleven days and twelve hours, and one billion seconds is thirty-two years. One trillion seconds equals thirty-two thousand years.”
Geoff Davis

Makes you wonder why anyone seeks to accumulate a billion dollars, let alone a trillion. A significant part of the human race is living on less than 1/100 of a hour using this formula, and many of them manage to be happy doing it.

A New Job

Attila is on night shift, and sleeps during the day. This afternoon I had to wake him up to take a telephone call. He was offered a full-time, permanent job as a result of the interview he did last week.

What a relief!

We do not know very much about it yet. It is close to his present place of employment, the commute will be the same. He will be on permanent night shift, 8.5 hour shifts. His wages will be slightly higher than what he receives now, but will rise in increments over a period of two years, to a living wage. There is a benefit package, which includes a drug plan, for which he will be eligible in three months. And he starts his new job Sunday night. And that is all we know. He is very pleased.

So, although we will be surviving on a very small income for the moment, over time things will improve for us.

That’s us sorted!

Worldly Distractions


Date: 8:00 PM EST Wednesday 11 November 2015
Condition: Light Drizzle
Pressure: 101.4 kPa
Tendency: rising
Visibility: 6 km
Temperature: 9.7°C
Dewpoint: 9.1°C
Humidity: 96%
Wind: WSW 13 km/h


“The Scotch father is strongly patriarchal. The wife is in a great measure subordinate to him even in domestic matters. In England and Ireland and indeed in most other Christian countries the children take their religion and piety from their mothers; in Scotland they take them from their fathers. This is chiefly to be observed among the middle classes. You will find many Scottish households where the father is a sort of potentate in the house. He has the best room, the best chair, the best knife and fork and silver spoon. The tidbits and luxuries are reserved for him. His wife speaks to him with reverence and awe and calls him “mister” even to her own relations. When this majestic father expresses his views his wife sits mum, never daring to say a word. If he is given to religion, he will have his say in that. If he be given to whiskey toddy, he will have his say in that also. He will decide the doctrine of predestination and equally determine for himself how many tumblers are good for him after dinner. Education, I fancy, is at the bottom of this Scottish singularity. The men are better educated than the women.”
Charles Dickens quoted in the Perth Courier (Ontario) on October 4, 1867.

My first thought was “fatted calf”. I grew up with some of this energy running around unchecked, it seems to me there is far more going on here than meets Mr. Dicken’s eye.

Sunny October Day

Did you know that someone has invented “Mother-In-Law Day“. I did not know anything about it until I received a Happy Mother-In-Law day missive from Lares. What a surprise!

Terra stopped by today on her lunch break. She seems to be doing very well. She approves of how much unpacking and settling we have done. It is still amusing, that my daughter deems to approve of what I am doing, and choses to share that assessment with me. She does not approve of how much stuff we have, admonishing me for having too many belongings, and informing me that I do not need all of the stuff that I have. This too is still amusing. Attila and I will do as we please, she knows that.

The weather is lovely today, sunny and nippy. Attila took this opportunity to get out the extension ladder and prune the dead branches from the crabapple tree in the front yard. The seasonal yard waste pickup is this week, so we can bundle the branches, put the bundles out at the curb, and they will be taken away.

I am baking today, another fruit crisp. Yesterday I made peanut butter oatmeal cookies, and they are a big hit with Attila. He doesn’t eat a meal during the night, when he is on night shift, he does however have a few sweet things during his break, with his coffee. I love to bake, so this is working out rather well.

I like the night shift. I got a very good night’s sleep last night. I slept so well that I was still sleeping when Attila arrived home. He sleeps during the day, and it is very nice to have him here, tucked away in the bedroom, while I putter about the house.

Attila arose from his rest in the late afternoon, in plenty of time to mow the front and back lawns. After completing the back lawn he took a break, and came to grab me for a “sit” on the back porch.

It was a grand day for the end of October, and it was lovely out there, the sun shining, the light breeze blowing. The leaves are off our ash trees now, and the bare branches glittered with filaments of light, as the sun caught the hundreds of gangling spider webs woven through the branches. I am not a fan of spiders, but I have to admit, it was a beautiful sight. I haven’t noticed any increase in the number of spiders about the place, so perhaps this takes place every autumn, and we just have not been here to see it.

Worldly Distractions


Date: 4:00 PM EDT Monday 26 October 2015
Condition: Mainly Sunny
Pressure: 103.3 kPa
Tendency: falling
Visibility: 24 km
Temperature: 8.4°C
Dewpoint: -0.6°C
Humidity: 53%
Wind: S 9 km/h


“The longer I live the more I see that I am never wrong about anything, and that all the pains I have so humbly taken to verify my notions have only wasted my time.”
George Bernard Shaw
1856 – 1950

Exactly! 🙂