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October 2, 2003

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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]

It is 7:55 a.m. Mist and I are in the living room staring out the window. I stand before the picture window, hands behind my back, feet apart, staring upward towards the tree tops. She sits perched on the back of Attila's easy chair, staring down, into the garden.

I watch the snow where it first meets the skyward tips of the leaves. She watches the flakes as they settle on the porch, and gently land on the pink morning glory blooms.

After watching the snow for ten minutes I ran to my office to fetch Pearl, the laptop. It was still snowing hard as I set her up on the dining room table. After a few false starts, her power cord is getting increasingly pernickety, she fired up, and I began to type on the attached external keyboard.

As I type, Mist has become animated. Tired of passively watching the snowflakes, she now paws at the window as they pass, attempting to capture the movement.

She is wide-awake now. When the snow began I lifted her from my easy chair, where she had been curled asleep. Setting her on Attila's chair back, I drew up the blind so that she could see our first snow fall of the season. A moment shared.

Attila is working out there somewhere, in his parka no doubt.

"Hey Attila," I think, "what do you think of this!"

Thirty minutes later it is still snowing, but not as hard. Already the green leaves are bending earthward under the accumulated white burthen. The lines that bring our electricity, telephone and cable services into the house are sagging under the weight of branches, that now lean heavily on them for support. It would not surprise me if we are soon without power. Mist has tired of her game with the elusive flakes and has retired to my easy chair for a nap.

I have been writing less this last few weeks. My time has been occupied with the autumn harvest. Also, this is Attila's busy season, and he has little time to cook. The kitchen has been all mine since the beginning of September.

When we realized that this year the frost would come early, we harvested our garden basil. The harvest was much larger than expected, and extra years worth of Pesto found its way into our freezer.

Then our neighbor Magarac brought over two eleven-quart baskets of white grapes. Grapes are very perishable and must be processed immediately if their original quality is to be preserved. Three quarts of grape jelly and jam now sit on the pantry shelf waiting to delight the palate. There were so many grapes, however, that I dialed a quick call to Auntie Mame, my friend, and chef. She arrived to pick up the grapes, along with some large zucchini and a bag of apples. It is so nice to share the harvest bounty with someone who truly appreciates fresh picked produce.

I have been indulging myself, with Belgian Waffles. Recently I expressed a desire to own a waffle iron. Attila soon found one on sale for less than $15.00, and bought it for me. I have been eating waffles for lunch ever since. Not wanting to eat more than three whole eggs per week, as recommended by the health experts, the waffles are made with egg whites only. I purchase the egg whites in a carton, already separated. I had been topping my waffles with fresh sliced peaches, no sugar needed; but peaches are now out of season. Homemade applesauce has replaced the peaches, and I will begin to experiment with cinnamon in the waffle batter.

While busy in my kitchen, I have been spending my breaks with programming books and working on a web site redesign. This has been slow, but not painful. I am having fun.

I start the day's lesson by copying the site directory. I then play off and on throughout the day, trying out new ideas and discovering how little I know. For the first week, at the end of every day, the redesign results were so unsatisfactory that I would delete the entire day's effort.

The next morning I would return to the original site directory, make a copy of it and start over again. Eventually the point came when the day's changes were good enough to keep. Now I continue to revise those changes, working on accessibility and legacy browser issues. As I said, I am having fun.



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Weather
10:13 EDT
Temp: 8`C
Humidity: 61%
Wind: SW 22 km/h
Barometric: 101.6 kPa

Sunrise 7:23 AM EDT
Sunset 7:02 PM EDT
 

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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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