January 15, 2004

All the lonely people...



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]

Cold! Today is bitterly cold. Yesterday was bitterly cold and windy. I confess to fretting a bit about Attila yesterday, since he was spending his hours exposed to the elements. He arrived home safe and sound. I do not ask how, for it is enough that he does it.

The temperature inside the house is the same as it has been all winter. Although the air temperature is comfortable, one has to but touch a solid object, such as the floor, or a chair, to feel the warmth extracted from one’s flesh. I find myself adding layers of clothing throughout the day. By the time evening arrives; I have been reduced to huddling beneath a blanket, while I sit to read or watch the television.

When this sort of cold grips the house, Attila and I sleep peacefully and soundly. It is a wonder, since below our bed lies the cold cellar, which is very cold indeed. In the winter, the floor in our bedroom is chilled enough to encourage a swift passage into the sheets. Once there, however, our ancient "eiderdown" keeps us toasty and warm, until it is time to brave the passage into morning.

The "eiderdown" is not an authentic one. It is not made of goose down, but is constructed of synthetic fabrics and batting. It has served the cause of a good night’s sleep for over twenty-five years. I expect it will see me out to the end of my days.

Terra’s twentieth birthday has come and gone. She and Lares dropped by to say hello, affording me the opportunity to present her with a wrapped gift. She had already received the birthday card we sent, in the mail. Luna’s birthday was before Christmas and I just got her gift to her last week; her birthday card had arrived on time though. There is one more winter celebration coming up, my birthday, after which my attention turns to the advent of spring.

I visited Ellen today. We are still reading "A Christmas Carol", by Charles Dickens. It is a slow process, reading a story. As the story progresses, Ellen finds memories percolating to the surface. She generously shares these gems of experience. I enjoy seeing the world as it was through her eyes. We are a good match, Ellen and I.

Sadness follows me for a time, after each visit. Ellen and I have such a good time. I do not close my eyes or my heart though, to the longing I see in the the eyes of some of the residents around us. It must be very difficult to have no one to visit with, no one to have long chats with, and no one to listen. We all need to be special to someone.

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Temp: -17`C
Humidity: 50%
Wind: N 6 km/h
Barometric: 102.2 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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