November 17, 2002

Into each life...



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]

Oh my! We have a leak in the roof; and it is November. Can you say debt? If we cannot find someone reliable in the next week or so, we might have to invest in a metal roof; that can be installed during the winter months. I am not sure we can even qualify for the bank loan necessary for a metal roof. They are very costly.

As you might surmise, presently things are a bit tense. Attila is doing what he can to minimize the damage. A roofer is coming to give us an estimate on Monday morning. That is the soonest he can make time for us. Other roofers have not yet returned our calls.

A few years ago, around this time of year, a friendly man from the local Gas Company came to inspect our furnace for the winter. It was an old furnace, the original, and I expected some repairs. It was on a Friday afternoon. He condemned the furnace, shut off the gas, wrote out a bill, pleasantly said goodbye, and headed for the door; leaving me stunned in a parka. New furnaces were not his department. November in Canada is COLD!

A local tradesman representing Sears Canada was the only one to return my call on that cold Friday. He immediately brought over a bevy of electric space heaters to keep us warm, until he installed the new furnace on the Monday morning.

The appropriate "department" at the local Gas Company eventually did call, offering to install a new furnace. They called on Monday morning, pleasant as could be; just as the Sears man was cleaning up and collecting his space heaters. We now have Sears do our annual furnace inspection, no more local Gas Company, thank you very much.

We will not know where we are with the roof for a number of days yet. We are keeping our fingers crossed that Murphy's Law gives us a miss on this one!

A letter from an online acquaintance took me for a walk into my past. The subject was divorce and life after divorce.

My divorce was spectacularly ugly, a sort of lawyer/moderator billing extravaganza. It left my ex hungry for more petty legal action, and the children and I desperate to avoid further loss of the funds that kept a roof over our head.

Single mothers are families with one adult doing the work of two. Sometimes they have the support of an extended family; many times they are simply on their own. I knew of only one single father during those years, and his mother and girlfriend were very much involved, leaving him free to travel for his career as needed. His "lack of collegiality" drew bitter criticism, as I overheard. It seems he spent too much time with his own child, when he should have been intermingling in professional environments. I believe this unacceptable professional decorum did, in the end, effectively sabotage his career.

Romantic relationships were the truly tricky bit about life after divorce. I was a package. I was a family. I was told, flat out, by some men that they were not interested in raising children. Good to know, no tears wasted there. I spent many years raising my children alone. It was not a project I was willing to compromise, for anyone.

After all those years of getting the job done on my own, Attila came as a complete surprise. Sometimes surprises can resemble miracles, if you believe in such things.

Here is what I wrote in my letter about life after divorce:

"I certainly do not know if there is life after divorce, but I can say that the first few years were pretty tough. However, I eventually grew into myself and never seriously regretted the end of a truly horrid relationship. It would be a lot tougher, in ways, if there had been anything to miss! However, I think overall, a few good memories can serve one well over time.

I found that navigation was the big challenge. Captain of my own ship, I became aware that I could drift, drop anchor, or set sail... whenever and however I chose. Women sail these waters without charts, and usually can only determine their position and course by the light of the stars. I wish you many 'starry, starry nights'."

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Harry Potter & The Philosopher's Stone

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Barometric:101.2 kPa

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Page by Page: A Woman's Journal
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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