Wednesday
May 22, 2002

Weather and writing and wildness...

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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]

Writing has been elusive of late. Each time I sit in front of the keyboard my mind suddenly ceases activity. Fingers refuse to move. Eventually other activities become important, and I drift away towards them.

An example of my recent droll approach to things may shed some light on why I have been writing infrequently, then again it might not. Standing in the kitchen at lunchtime, I perused the cupboards in search of something good to eat. I was shocked to find myself thinking, "Go ahead, walk on the wild side, have a bowl of oatmeal for lunch!" Then I burst out laughing.

Today feels different. I woke up with a plan. It is a good plan, but the implementation has not been simple.

The weather is warm for the first time in weeks. Sitting out of doors is suddenly a possibility. A wonderful day to sit under the budding trees, to listen to the birds, and to bring Pearl, the aging laptop, back into service.

The first order of the day was to drag the deck chair out of the storage shed. It needed a good wash, but was soon clean and waiting for occupation. The deck chair pad was then dragged out of the storage closet and dusted off. "Well", I thought to myself, "I am off to a good start here!"

Pearl was not where I had left her, months ago. I searched high and low, emptied the closet, and checked all the boxes and bags where she might be hiding. No Pearl.

Panic set in. I forced myself into quiet reflection; realizing that I must have "hidden" Pearl in a safe place. I could not remember where that safe place was. Several hours of searching found her tucked away in one of my favorite secret places. A thief would probably have found her in minutes.

Finally, Pearl and I headed out the door and into the sunshine.

Pearl had not been started up for months. Her operating system was setup so that she could step into the breach in case all the other computers were out of commission. Since I now plan on using her for writing, it is very time consuming waiting for all the extras to load. I decided to reconfigure the operating system to reflect intended use. After an hour of fussing, we were finally ready to write a journal entry.

After writing several paragraphs and feeling good about it, Pearl had a problem with her power supply. The screen went black. I had not saved my work. What you are reading now is version two.

Life is good.

Ariel seems well. Her chemotherapy is well behind her and she has just completed her radiation therapy. I silently pray. She is precious to me beyond words. Loving, and being loved, is wealth beyond compare.

Attila is just completing another busy spring season; soon he will have more time to spend at home. Below freezing temperatures have damaged the tender fruit blossoms in our region, crop yields will suffer. There is nothing to be done, the weather is a temperamental mistress and bestows her gifts when and if she chooses.

We seldom hear from Terra, she is busy getting on with her own life. Establishing independence is a challenging task, one which she has embraced with dedication. I am pleased for her.

Luna and Janus are preparing for their big move. It is quite a transition, from high rise apartment to house. There will be lots more to enjoy in a house, and lots more to do.

After all this writing I am off to find bagels and grapes, my current, real life, idea of walking on the wild side.



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Photography
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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 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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