July 17, 2000

A Country Drive



Here are a few of my favorite online haunts:
[This is the site I visit to fantasize about living in Toronto again, which is almost every single day during the winter]

Jonathan Cainer's Zodiac Forecasts
[This is where I visit in the morning, when I need a positive spin on things past, present and future.]

Living Local
[This is where I go to see what Canadians are up to, sometimes I even buy things from the businesses listed there.]

Environment Canada Weather
[This is the site I visit every morning, and before every road trip during the winter]

It is hot and humid. I am melting; I have heard the phrase somewhere before, in another context that does not apply to me. The weather person on the television says it will cool down during the night. I want to trust them, I really do.

Attila and I went for another wonderful Sunday drive yesterday. We traveled all the way to Lake Huron in Ontario, Canada. The admission charge to Pinery Provincial Park cost more than the gasoline to drive to the park. However, it was well worth the expense.

The beaches were beautiful. Waves crested yards from the shore and then crept invisibly to lap at the sand. A brisk wind kept all manner of biting insects from tarrying near us, as we sat in the shade of a stand of poplar trees and watched the expanse of sky and water. Families primarily populate the beaches at this park. Although there were some young beach-boy types, that would have caught "The Teenager's" eye.

There were no radios. There were no portable television sets. There was no profanity. There were no inebriated young people having a whale of a time. There was no one watching us and discussing our activities, seeking to disguise their activities by looking at us furtively and covering their mouths with their hands. Culture shock threatened, but I forced myself to enjoy this strange and exotic environment.

No one noted our arrival or our departure, nor we theirs.

"The Teenager" arrived home after a fun filled weekend with her older sister. The itinerary included a "seventies" party (sort of a nostalgia thing!). They shopped at a used clothing store for outfits from the era and even did their hair in the seventies styles. Pictures have been promised.

Today we have all returned to our routine lives. Although I enjoy a bit of a change now and then, I have long since grown averse to drama and excitement. It suits me very well that the girls enjoyed themselves with party preparations and parties in that distant place, my older daughter's home. Me, I am happy to remain far from the madding crowd.

I am having trouble removing movie trivia from my mind this evening. It must be the heat.

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Worldly Distractions

Pinery Provincial Park
Ontario, Canada

By the Easy Chair
A Suitable Boy by Vikram Seth

On the Screen
Wycliffe Mystery

A Bit of Poetry

The Twelve-Spoked Wheel Flashing
by Marge Piercy
from Beauty I Would Suffer

For I want to pass into the boudoirs

of Rubens' women, I want to dance

graceful in my tonnage like Poussin nymphs.

Those melon bellies, those vast ripening thighs, those featherbeds of forearms, those buttocks

placid and gross as hippopotami:

how I would bend myself

to that standard of beauty, how faithfully...

© Marge Piercy

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Canadian Maggie Turner writes and publishes poetry, photography, and a personal journal online. Her work reflects the current way of life in Canada, embracing Canada's past, present, and future in a unique portrayal of everyday life. Maggie's voice is one of the many that actively depict the rich diversity of Canadian culture.

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A journal is a way to keep track of your thoughts about what you read... as well as what you did on any given day."
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