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November 28, 2002

Always A Day Away

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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]

And up on the roof there arose such a clatter!

I first noticed the noise while sitting in front of the computer. It sounded like someone was pounding on the outside of the house!

I left my office and hurried to the living room to investigate the strange sounds. Mist, as always asleep in my chair, was sitting upright and looking distressed.

In front of the house, a very large white truck was backed into the driveway. A long orange arm extended from the flatbed to our roof. The conveyor belt rattled and roared. A gentleman stood on the truck, loading bundles of shingles one by one onto the conveyor belt.

Mist had disappeared into one of her secret hiding places below stairs. I threw on my coat and shoes and out I went.

They were busy at it. There was another gentleman on the roof, carrying each bundle to the peak, stacking them securely. They both smiled and nodded, continuing with their tasks. During a slight lull in their activity, I ventured near the truck and asked if they were the same fellows who would be "nailing them down"?

"No ma'am," said the fellow in the wool cap, "they'll follow us in the next few days."

We have found a company that promises to put a new roof on the house before winter sets in. Now that the shingles have arrived, I am feeling much more optimistic that they will actually succeed.

The sun has not been shining. Men who shingle have not been busy these last days, days that seem like weeks, perhaps even months.

That was yesterday.

This morning the doorbell rang just after dawn.

"We're here to do the roof," said the man at the door, "could you move your car out of the driveway?"

"I will just get dressed and be right out," I said.

"Oh heck," I thought, "I will just skip the getting dressed, and do this quickly, dressed as I am."

Out I went. Just as I slipped the key into the lock on the car door, the gentleman came down the driveway.

"Actually," he said, "we are supposed to be doing a duplex this morning. You are not a duplex. Sorry. Tomorrow."

He jumped into the cab of the truck and off they drove.

Rather comic, really, to see a mature woman in a mauve housecoat standing in the street in front of her house, slippers in the snow; staring forlornly at the back of a yellow truck.

Tomorrow I will be dressed before light, and waiting for these fellows.



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Shingles stacked on a snowy roof.
Waiting for the sun.



By the Easy Chair
1871 Census of Ontario
Lumber Camps!



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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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