November 24, 2003

The Cat and the Ticking Clock



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]

Attila and I have been enjoying each other's company. He has taken a few days off work. After sleeping through the first day, he has joined the family once more.

On Attila's second day at home, we tackled the yard work. Attila raked leaves, and cleaned out the evestrough. My efforts were directed at odds-and-ends that were easily completed within my five-minute window of comfort; removing leaves from the juniper bushes, pulling a few lemon balm plants from the lawn, etc.

My back will not allow sustained repetitive labor, like raking leaves. I can rake for five minutes, but if I continue beyond that point, I must suffer the consequences. Although medical advice has informed me that I should be taking medication for the pain, I prefer to avoid pills by never pushing my back past its limit. This has been working well. However, certain tasks demanded by home ownership are beyond my bounds.

This can be socially awkward; at least it is where we live. To some of our neighbors, I appear perfectly fit. They do not notice that I never lift any but the lightest of objects. They do not notice the back brace I wear if I overdo things. They have no way of knowing how many pain pills it takes to balance just a few minutes of foolish bravado.

What they do notice is that our yard is not "kept up" during Attila's busy season. Baleful stares often turn towards our property. Each time I interact with one of these denizens of the immaculate yard, they see fit to comment on my lack of industry and/or the state of the yard. It is usually couched as some sort of joke; the smiles do not mask the focus of their thoughts and judgements. Generosity of thought will never be ascribed to them.

Tiresome as they are, the surveillance provided by these same neighbors works to ensure a secure and relatively safe environment. A small price to pay really.

To celebrate his return to the kitchen, Attila prepared a special meal, Coquilles St. Jacques a La Provencale. I love scallops, particularly when they are prepared in this way. It was a meal befitting the occasion of Attila's reparation.

There has even been time for a Christmas shopping expedition. We send gifts to loved ones in Florida and Michigan, USA. These gifts must be sent early, so that they arrive before the big day, which is particularly important to the children who will receive them. One package of gifts has been wrapped and mailed. The final touches for the second will be taken care of today or tomorrow.

In addition to catching up with domestic duties, we have spent a great deal of time just sitting in our easy chairs. The clock ticks. Mist sleeps contentedly on my lap. Attila reads and dozes off by turns.

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Worldly Distractions

Guitar Closeup

If I Knew Just What to Say
Composer Patrick Shelley Logier
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On the Screen
Almost Famous
Cameron Crowe

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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 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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