April 2, 2006

Saving up the good news.



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]

It has been a long time since I sat down to write here. Attila and I have been metaphorically holding our breath, waiting to see if we can survive in our present location, or if we have to move on, in search of a living wage.

Today is the first day of our new life.

We are optimistic that we will be staying where we are. Attila starts a new full-time job tomorrow, a year-round job, not just a summer-job. The wage is low, but the work is steady, and we can survive. After three months he will be eligible for health care benefits.

I am still working at my winter-job, and have a few weeks left to go. I enjoy the job and the people, so I do wish I could stay there. My fingers are crossed that they can keep me on, but the decision to create a position for me will be made by people sitting in far off offices. If I am disappointed and looking for work again, I will not be taking it personally. It has been a positive experience.

When survival is in question, all other aspects of existence reconcile to that bottom line. When survival is possible, other aspects of existence change from grayscale to full and magnificent colour. That today is bright and sunny seems an apt homage to our improved situation.

Today also saw another overwhelming problem resolved in a most satisfactory way. Our roof, the one Attila had to shovel endlessly all winter, leaked badly this spring. The shingles are sound, but could not protect us from a severe ice dam problem. We will have to repaint a bit of ceiling, no worse damage to report. The certainty that the problem would get worse, not better, led us to consider putting on a new roof.

A roof is an expensive home renovation. Since we heat with wood we wanted a steel roof, which would offer some protection from chimney sparks and fires. We gathered estimates, and were dismayed that the cost was beyond our reach.

Attila decided he could do it himself, in his spare time; that would be evenings and his one day off. I concluded that it might take him all summer to accomplish such a project.

We were incredibly fortunate when a friend offered to bring along two other men to help Attila. It turns out that our friend and his buddies have roofed with metal before. He procured the materials for us at a reasonable price, and all three good fellows showed up here this morning to do the deed.

It is 3:30 p.m. and they just pulled out of the driveway, heading for home.

The roof is completed. The workmanship is top notch. The cost to us was so reasonable that we can hardly believe it.

When the rain returns, each drop that patters on the roof over our heads will remind me of the value of friendship, kindness and reciprocity.

As of today, two pressing issues have resolved themselves. The process of resolution has left us, not with just a full-time job and a new roof, but with a renewed belief in friendship.

These moments are well worth the wait.

While Attila and I have been struggling with our own little challenges, the rest of the world has been carrying on with its own business. There have been some wonderful developments there as well.

Luna is expecting. She told us a while ago, but since she lost her first pregnancy, she wasn't going to get excited until she made it through the first trimester of this pregnancy. And so we have waited.

I am happy to say that my grand-babies have reached their first trimester, and all seems to be going well. And yes, I said grand-babies! Two of them, Baby A and Baby B at this point.

It seems Attila and I will be warm, dry, employed and will become grandparents in the year 2006.

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Worldly Distractions

Snow in the bush.
Up to my knees!

By the Easy Chair
The Book of Myths
by Amy Cruse
(1942 Edition)

Hammers on nails and the pitter-patter of steel-toed boots on the roof.

On the Screen
La Cage Aux Folles II

Temperature 11 °C
Pressure 101.9 kPa
Humidity 30 %
Dewpoint -6 °C
Wind ESE 15 km/h


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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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