Monday, May 7, 2001

The roaring of mice...

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Here are a few of my favorite online haunts:

REALTOR.ca
[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]

Attila had a day off yesterday, which we both thoroughly enjoyed. He spent his day puttering about the front garden, edging, cutting, assessing and making plans. I spent my day with my trusty Shop Vac. Our deck, though lovely, was not well designed. The boards are so close together that nothing falls through the cracks. Each spring the maple keys that have collected along the narrow spaces between the boards sprout, threatening a forest. I used to remove these laboriously with a kitchen knife, on my hands and knees. No more of that, all those sprouts have disappeared into the roaring maw of the voracious Shop Vac.

I walked to my doctor's appointment this morning. It was just a regularly scheduled visit, keeping my blood pressure under watch and making sure my medication is working as it should. It is. Our family doctor is a gem. He works with each of us to monitor and help us maintain good health. He is cautious when he needs to be cautious and open-minded at all times. I relish his youth. As he is much younger than I am, he might outlive me. In fact I may die of old age before he retires. That would mean that I could rely on his care for the rest of my stay on the planet, and that is a comforting thought.

The walk was lovely. It was cool enough to warrant a light jacket. The sun shone through the trees waving in the brisk breeze. Every once in a while the smell of earth and green things was carried my way. This is my favorite kind of weather, brightness with the tang of a chill in the wind; the wind making just enough racket in the trees to drown out all but the most persistent sounds of human activity.

Our Dogwood trees are in full bloom. They are a magnificent, startling white. My eyes are riveted each time I walk into my office, endlessly surprised by the beauty just outside my window. I like to sit on the deck beneath the Dogwood branches, staring up into the sky through patterns of bark and waxy soft petals. The joy of being alive is so vivid there, beneath the trees.

Today I am immersed in domesticity. Bread is baking, clothes are washing, clothes are drying, and several computers hum in the background. I am even doing a bit of dusting, but just a bit. Winter clothing is being sorted and prepared for storage. Summer clothing is being unpacked and distributed amongst dresser drawers and hangers. How satisfying, being able to do these ordinary things, these little things that are really the big things. There is joy hidden in these things that are the stuff of little lives that are really big lives.

I remember someone observing that the proof, that peace had returned to a war torn country, was in the small act of women combing out each other's hair. The information came to me through a television screen; the camera showed women who laughed easily together as their silky hair received definition and absolution from caring hands. How fragile is such a scene, and how enduring.



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Worldly Distractions

Looking up at the Dogwood blooms from the deck chair.
The view from earth.



By the Easy Chair
Ulysses
by James Joyce



Airwaves
The steady throb of loud bass from the direction of "The Teenager's" bedroom. The sound of the washing machine competes.



Quote
By Christina Baldwin

"Ritual is the way you carry the presence of the sacred. Ritual is the spark that must not go out."



Weather
11:30 AM DST
Temp: 15` C
Humidity: 55%
Wind: SE 28 mph
Barometric:102.6 kPa

Sunrise 6:10 AM DST
Sunset 8:31 PM DST
 

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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.

Photography: "a term which comes from the Greek words photos (light) and graphos (drawing). A photograph is made with a camera by exposing film to light in order to create a negative. The negative is then used in the darkroom to print a photograph (positive) onto light-sensitive paper.
Source: University of Arizona Glossary

Poetry: "a form of speech or writing that harmonizes the music of its language with its subject. To read a great poem is to bring out the perfect marriage of its sound and thought in a silent or voiced performance. At least from the time of Aristotle's Poetics, drama was conceived of as a species of poetry."
Source: Creative Studios

Journal: " "Though a journal may be many things - a treasury, a storehouse, a jewelry box, a laboratory, a drafting board, a collector's cabinet, a snapshot album, a history, a travelogue..., a letter to oneself - it has some definable characteristics. It is a record, an entry-book, kept regularly, though not necessarily daily.... Some (entries) will be nearly illegible, written in the dark in the middle of the night.... Not only is it a record for oneself, but of oneself. Every memorable journal, any successful journal, is honest. Nothing sham, phony, false...." (Dorothy Lambert from Ken Macrorie's book, Writing to be Read )
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."
Source: Journal Writing

A Blog is an online journal created by server side software, often hosted by a commercial interest.

"The term "weblog" was coined by Jorn Barger[4] on 17 December 1997. The short form, "blog," was coined by Peter Merholz, who jokingly broke the word weblog into the phrase we blog in the sidebar of his blog Peterme.com in April or May 1999.[5][6][7] Shortly thereafter, Evan Williams at Pyra Labs used "blog" as both a noun and verb ("to blog," meaning "to edit one's weblog or to post to one's weblog") and devised the term "blogger" in connection with Pyra Labs' Blogger product, leading to the popularization of the terms."
Source: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/History_of_blogging


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