March 16, 2002




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]

Life continues to meander along. Slowly but surely, my steps are falling into line. All that can be done is being done. What remains is in the hands of the universe, the God/Gods/Goddesses, or chaos, depending on one's philosophical approach.

Spring is definitely infiltrating my small world. Attila suspects that spring may be a bit late this year, he has not seen any Robins yet. Every spring he takes note of the date upon which he first spies a Robin. When I was a child in the primary grades at school, each spring we discussed Robins as heralds of warmer weather. Our crayons filled in the outlines of their red breasts, brown beaks, and black beady eyes.

Since the temperatures during the day have risen above five degrees centigrade, I have been taking tea time in the back yard. It has been too cold to sit, so that I stand staring up into the trees until I get cold. How nourishing it is, to hear the birds, watch the squirrels, and allow my senses sensitivity to the environment. It gives one some distance from the madness of "mankind" that still roars in the distant traffic and streaks white across the blue sky.

I am keeping my eyes open for Robins during tea time in the back garden.

The minutiae of my health have been demanding my attention.

My iron supplements have become very difficult to obtain. No one has them in stock; my name is on a waiting list. In the meantime, I am at some risk to anemia. Due to allergies to modern additives, my diet is highly restricted; I am unable to eat many reasonably priced foods that are high in iron. A kindly clerk at the local health food store recommended millet as a food high in iron. I purchased a small bag and carried it home. Yesterday I had a bowl of boiled millet for lunch.

The introduction of any new food requires an adjustment period, an experimental phase. I ate my first bowl of cooked whole millet with a spicy sauce. I did not care very much for it prepared that way, although it was very filling and I did not find myself hungry again until into the evening hours. Today I will cook and eat the whole millet as a cereal, with milk and sugar. Eventually I will discover quick and easy ways to enjoy millet.

However, to my disappointment, my research has revealed that millet, while high in iron, is also high in leucine, which in turn impairs the metabolism of tryptophan and niacin and can be responsible for niacin deficiency. Sigh. There are no magic bullets. I will add millet to my diet, but limit my intake to two meals a week.

This past winter was one of relative inactivity, primarily due to icy conditions on the local walkways. Consequently, my weight increased. The repercussions are increased discomfort and raised blood pressure.

The doctor had recommended a health club, but frankly, the suggestion seemed a bit silly considering my financial situation, of which he is aware. However, he evidently felt satisfied that good advice had been given and since I had no better suggestion to offer, I simply smiled and said, "Yes, that is a very good idea!" I did not want to discourage his enthusiasm.

After pondering the matter of movement for some days, several strategies have been implemented. Attila and I now walk daily. As well, for the past several weeks, I have focused on increased activity indoors. Activities outdoors have resumed as the temperatures have risen and the ice has melted. Already half of the added poundage has disappeared and my blood pressure has stabilized. The greatest benefit, however, is that I feel better for moving around.

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Worldly Distractions

Blue sky and bare tree branches.
Up Into The Sky

By the Easy Chair
Marriage and the Family in the Middle Ages
Frances and Joseph Gies, 1987

"Better to hunt in fields for health unbought
Than fee the doctor for a nauseous draught.
The wise for cure on exercise depend;
God never made his work for man to mend."
John Dryden (1631-1700)
Epistle to John Dryden of Chesterton. Line 92.


11:58 EST
Temp: -1`C
Humidity: 64%
Wind: N 24 km/h
Barometric:102.5 kPa

Sunrise 6:35 AM EST
Sunset 6:32 PM EST

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by Maggie Turner

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 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."

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