October 13, 2001

Prolonged Absence



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]

Another grand day is emerging from the shadows. A mild breeze greeted Attila as he left this morning. He has worked each, and every day, from before light until dark, since September 4. I am missing him more this year than I have in past autumns. I suppose a number of factors contribute to these feelings: the world situation: no children in the house going back to school: the specter of a loved one's breast cancer and chemotherapy.

Well, well now, it does not do to dwell on these things. Thinking about them will not make them better. There is no strategy of action I can adopt to alleviate reality. So, I will just make myself a nice hot cup of tea, sit on the back deck, and listen to the birds waking up.

I have plans for today. This morning a walk is in order, into "The Village" to drop off some books at the library and stretch my legs. The last few days I have managed to get out for a morning walk and it has been a tonic.

One of the challenges of walking about on the tree-lined streets is a mentally ill woman, who targets relaxed and happy pedestrians, at whom she shouts obscenities and shakes her fists. I am told that one can help her by shouting back, "Take your meds!" Although I am quite happy to do this, it does take the shine off a morning walk.

A lovely surprise has arrived in the kitchen this morning! Attila has managed to arrange his duties so that he is home for a few hours today. Right now, he is tucked-up in bed, catching up with his sleep. It feels wonderful to know he is here. It changes the feel of the house in a welcome way. We will even have a bit of time to spend together when he wakes up. Some unexpected events are good ones.

I have progressed in my quest to reclaim the space where Terra dwelt. It will be a guestroom. The walls are now repaired and repainted. The floors have been scrubbed with brushes and pads, bleached and rinsed, and are finally fit to be walked on. Some of the stains will never come out of that floor, but they seem to be in locations easily covered by furniture. The ceiling tiles still need repair and paint, but that can be done one tile at a time and at any time.

Janus helped Attila move the spare bed to the guestroom last Sunday, when Janus and Luna were here for Thanksgiving dinner. Last night Attila and I, with the aid of small cotton rug, moved a spare dresser into the room. We have one more dresser to move in and then it will be completely furnished and ready to organize.

It is a very pleasant room, bright, warm, and roomy.

We had a lovely Thanksgiving dinner last Sunday. Usually Attila does the cooking, but at Thanksgiving, he must work and so I cook. It was fun.

The apple pie, Janus' favorite, was a big success, I used a mixture of granulated and brown sugars as well as including a few not-quite-ripe apples to add tartness. The piecrust I make is from a recipe described by a Food Writer for Chatelaine Magazine. She was presenting awards at a fall fair, one where seven-year-old Luna and I had won first prize for our Apple Cake. The Food Writer, in her speech, described an easy food processor piecrust; I wrote the ingredients down on a paper napkin and gave it a try as soon as I got home. I have used that recipe for piecrust ever since.

The turkey provided us with our Thanksgiving dinner and three subsequent hearty variations. The last of the meat and dressing have been removed from the bird for croquettes. All that remains is now simmering in the soup pot in the kitchen.

I think I will bake another apple pie for Attila, a surprise for him when he arrives home after dark tonight.

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