June 10, 2005




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]

Coyote crossed my path this week. As I have mentioned before, I have been actively looking for work. New to the area, my efforts and applications are almost entirely ignored. Until this week, that is. I received a telephone call this week, asking me to attend an interview for a position I would truly like to have. An interview time and place were scheduled for the next day. For hours I experienced euphoric relief.

Then the telephone rang again, it was the prospective employer.

"I forgot to mention," she said, "our government funding demands that we hire only those between the age of 18 and 24 years. I wanted to make sure you qualify before you drive all the way here for an interview."

"Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha...," echoed Coyote.

My tax dollars working for me, as always.

There is something eerily biblical about looking for work as a mature, well-educated woman, with excellent references. It is a real "no room at the inn" experience. The prejudice may not be cohesive, but it is dreadfully consistent. It is little wonder that women over the age of 65 experience one of the highest rates of poverty in our country. Our government describes the phenomena here: The Dynamics of Women's Poverty in Canada.

On the bright side, Attila enjoys his job. Before we moved, he worked long, long hours, suffered from a severe sleep deficit and carried a heavy load of responsibility. Now he is much more relaxed at the end of a hard day's work. If he falls behind in his sleep, he catches up at the weekend, to start each week refreshed and anew.

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We are experiencing a bit of a heat wave. A daytime high temperature of 29 degrees centigrade is predicted today. Luckily, it has been cooling down at night, allowing us to sleep comfortably.

I indulged in a baking spree a few days ago, taking advantage of the cooler weather we had then. I have taken to baking my bread on cookie sheets, spread out like pizza dough, but not so thin. Sliced into any shape we like, it works well for hotdog, hamburger or sandwich buns. I baked two loaves, that will hopefully last throughout the present heat wave. I also baked a couple of Raisin Walnut loaves for Attila's lunches, and froze one of those.

What I really like about preparing our own food from basic ingredients, is that we are not consuming undesirable elements, such as preservatives, and trans and saturated fats. Even the forbidden sweets in our diet are relatively healthy, compared to their equivalents on the supermarket shelves.

My gardening efforts are beginning to pay off. We have a couple of planters perched on the railings of our deck. Two weeks ago I planted the Morning Glory seeds the girls gave me for Mother's Day. In the last few days the seedlings have managed to struggle out of the soil. Morning Glories climb, but these will have to "fall". I wonder how it will work out.

We live in the country. What that means, in our case, is that we live near the bush. There are lots of marshes and low wet spots in our bush. We breed our own mosquitoes here. We are very good at it.

I like to walk, and usually make my way into the bush every day. I think the mosquitoes know me by my first name. My popularity is overwhelming. I have been gauging the populace of my fan club, watching their patterns of behavior with great interest. Some days, they approach me as soon as I move away from the house. Other days they ignore me until I have walked long enough to draw breath more deeply. The hum of their activity, as they swirl and dance around me, is loud enough to compete with bird song.

This morning I had an interesting experience as I stood on the shore, looking out over the bay. I first noticed the dragonfly when it perched itself briefly on my shoulder. It took flight to dip and dive around me, feeding on those who would feed on me. Bravo!

It was interesting to think of myself as a human at the bottom of the food chain, as my education had led me to believe that humans are naturally placed near the top.

Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha...

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Signs of Life

"Expectation is the root of all heartache."

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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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