April 16, 2006

A walk in the woods.



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 had a lovely day.

Since Attila works six days a week, we have decided that the seventh day shall be ours. That is, we will spend our time as it pleases us.

This is a new development in our lifestyle. Previous to this, we have always had some sort of pressing need, demanding our time and energy. With the new roof on, our last pressing need has been satisfied. More might appear, but we will deal with those as they emerge. For the moment, and for the first time ever, Attila and I have one day a week at our disposal.

What did we do with this wondrous boon?

First, since it is Easter, we talked to family and friends on the telephone. We talked the morning away, and had a fine time doing it.

Then, we went for a hike at a nearby park. Our lack of experience with recreational time became obvious after the first hour out in the bush. We did not bring drinking water! Not deterred by our own lack of forethought, we ignored our thirst and carried on.

I made a decision to walk the whole trail, eight kilometers. All I can say is that eight kilometers is a lot of walking. We passed through swampy areas flooded by melting snow, and waded through them in our high rubber boots. We saw dozens of instances of fresh moose droppings on the trail, and walked around them rather than through them. We found a lovely spot out on a point thrust out into the lake, lapped by waves, and sat in the sun just listening. We crossed a swollen, rushing creek on the trunk of a fallen tree, where the water had washed away the wooden walkway supplied by the park, and my foot slipped in up to my knee.

We carried on walking through all of it, until we found ourselves standing once again, in the sunny parking lot where we had started four hours before. It had been full of cars when we arrived, now it was empty but for us.

We are home again, and as Attila says, now we can experience the joy of guilt-free pizza!

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Worldly Distractions

Sunny tree tops.
Quiet evening sun.

Temperature 13 °C
Pressure 101.2 kPa?
Humidity 30 %
Dewpoint -4 °C
Wind N 11 km/h gust 33 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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