Saturday
June 23, 2006

Just say no...

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Here are a few of my favorite online haunts:

REALTOR.ca
[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]

I have given up entirely the idea of getting my routine blood test. I believe our health care system is now beyond redemption. A glossy government flyer came in the mail last month, outlining a glorious new plan. Our illustrious government has decided to invest our health dollars on computer-accessed services. Things are bad, but they are about to get much, much worse. Since we now have health care benefits through my place of employment, we might survive.

My fantasy is that the idiots, who have dreamt up this bogus solution to our failing health care system, will be the first to be left fending for themselves when they most need assistance. However, the reality is that their access to private health care will protect them from having to experience or even acknowledge the results of their self-serving handy work.

I have to stop reading the glossy government flyers that keep arriving in the mail. Sometimes I think they send them out just to make conscious people miserable, bitter and twisted: an effective strategy.

Beautiful. Today is beautiful.

I have decided against working overtime today. I have been doing so on a voluntary and regular basis, because they are short staffed at work, and I have been trying to keep things above the waterline. However, from the bowels of his luxurious office, my boss loudly expressed a complaint about having to pay people overtime. That would be me. I will now wait until I get a formal “thank you for the extra effort for the company” spiel before I volunteer to spend extra time at the establishment.

Which leaves me sitting in the sun on this beautiful day.

Attila is working today, as he does every Saturday. Bless his soul; he is required to do so. Although this may become tedious, the company that employs him provides small, appreciative little perks. These perks don’t amount to much in a material sense, but they have a significant impact on the quality of life on the job.

On the home front, Attila has his project for the summer well under way. He is building a screened in porch at the back door. This will be our haven from the mosquito population, enabling us to idle outdoors at dusk and in the early morning. It will also serve as a “smoking room” for Attila, who takes his pleasure out of doors. The project is progressing slowly. As there is no pressing need for this edifice to occasional retreat, Attila can putter along as time allows.

We have had plenty of rain this spring. The greenery is lush, luxuriant, hanging from the trees in heavy sways. The grass is green and dappled in shadow and early morning sunshine. The world is hushed, as it is early on a Saturday morning.

Later in the day the seasonal residents will have their power mowers, motor boats, private planes and helicopters, SUVs and luxury doodle cars, all terrain vehicles and the like, revved up and roaring through the otherwise quiet back roads and waterways. They are accustomed to supremacy and license in their day-to-day lives, and command it easily in their summer playground.

Attila and I, invisible to people of this ilk, enjoy our quiet solitary existence, tucked away in the trees.

There are many people whose company we truly enjoy. These people occupy the quiet corners. They populate the byways, busy with their own creative endeavors, living in their own creative realities. And that is all they have in common.



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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 Peterme.com 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."
Source: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/History_of_blogging


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