Saturday
June 7, 2003

Actions speak louder than words.

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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]

I continue to gain strength and good health with each passing day. My recent concrete experiences with poor health and hospitalization have led to the realization that life really could end at any particular moment, ready or not. Of course, intellectually, I have always understood this. Of course, we may understand many things by way of words and logic, but there is no substitute for experience.

One of the things I discovered is that I do not fear death, and never did. What I fear is suffering, and the cold indifference that replaces human compassion when social /political structures, professionalism, and roles overwhelm individual good sense.

One of the things I rediscovered is that the reason those who resist the erosion of their natural human compassion are considered heroes/heroines; is that they are a minority surrounded by indifference. At any time one might find oneself afloat in the sea of indifference, calling faintly into the wind; we can only hope that when need arises, one of the compassionate few will hear our call.

Attila and I have decided upon measures to prevent a repeat of my last experience in the Near Emergency Department. Over the past month, I visited two different Emergency Departments. The first, some distance from my home, where I received immediate attention and an eventual blood transfusion, represents the best that Ontario’s health care system can offer. The second, near our home, highlights some of the very real problems emerging in the Ontario health care system.

Unless we exhibit clear symptoms of heart attack, allergic reaction, or some other immediately, and easily identifiable life threatening problem, we will avoid the Near Emergency Department. If the problem is "obscure", that is, not immediately identifiable as life threatening, the Near Emergency Department is likely to respond as it did during my last visit.

In the event of an "obscure" medical emergency, my personal choice is to risk travel time, and possible though unlikely death, to attend the first visited Distant Emergency Department. If I arrive safely, I believe I will be treated humanely. If I die en route, I will pass from this world in the company of one who is concerned for my well being, and with at least the illusion that I will receive the attention and care I deserve.

I am comforted by our strategies, and yet I know that reality seldom follows even the best of plans. One can only contrive, and hope for the best.

Today the rain endures, gently sculpting the lush green landscape. The gardens are amazing this year. New life sprouts in the most unlikely places, even in the small cracks between the wood decking in the backyard. Our efforts to reestablish the lawn seem highly successful. Our newly planted Thyme and Oregano are thriving.

Recently, we have been exploring the joys of spinach. Spinach salad is a great favourite. The greens, celery, onion, and cucumber are lightly tossed with a Ranch Dressing and topped with Attila’s excellent croutons. My mouth waters as I write.

After being advised against enjoying my morning coffee, a steaming mug of tea now helps me greet the day. The first few coffeeless days were a challenge, my head ached, and I felt something important was missing. However, one can establish new routines, and the whistling tea kettle is now a welcome sound.

The bright side of illness is finding out that friends really are there when you need them. I have received good wishes from readers and relatives, friends and neighbours. And it does make a difference, all the difference in my world.



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Worldly Distractions

Spirea
Shadow in Focus



On the Screen
Joe Gould's Secret
starring Ian Holm



By the Easy Chair
Desperate Measures
by Kate Wilhelm



Quotes
“The quality of mercy is not strained. It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven upon the place beneath. It is twice blessed. It blesseth him who gives and him who takes. ”
William Shakespeare

“It is one of the most beautiful compensations of this life that no man can sincerely try to help another without helping himself.”
Ralph Waldo Emerson

A corollary of this may be that:

"No person can insincerely claim the intention to help another, without tearing the fabric of society."
Maggie Turner



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Humidity: 57%
Wind: SW 11 km/h
Barometric: 100.8 kPa

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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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