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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]

This morning we arose to find a fresh white blanket over the landscape; more coming down and more on the way for the next three or four days. Snow. What ever happened to the “April showers that bring May flowers”. Made sense when I was a kid.

My morning was miserable. The morning fire would not burn. I was cold all morning. It snowed all morning. The Employment Insurance people called with the expected bad news that since I had quit my job, no matter what my reasons, I am ineligible for any benefits. The bank called to inquire why the forms that just arrived yesterday from them had not been signed and mailed back yet. All I could manage to salvage out of the morning was a hot bath to warm my aching bones and a bit of a cuddle with Mist. You could say I cried in my beer, if I drank beer, which I don’t.

Attila arrived home at lunchtime with a few sticks of dry firewood. He added these to the unburned wood in the fireplace and then he relit the fire. It burned heartily and finally heat radiated through the room. Mist sat before the fire, watching it with great reverence. She appreciates the finer things in life, oh yes she does.

Determined to keep putting one foot in front of the other, after lunch I threw on my parka, warm wooly hat and rubber boots and set out into the snowy, windy outdoors. I missed my walk yesterday because I just could not force myself out into the snow. Since the snow is going to continue, seemingly endlessly, I must push myself to get out for my daily walk. Today’s walk was three parts punishment and two parts pleasure.

The rest of today I am going to do my utmost to stop thinking, full stop. Read, watch television, putter with kitchen dishes and bed making, these are the activities I have planned. Before I know it the light will fade outside the windows and the blinds will be closed against the weather for the night. Hopefully it will be out of sight and out of mind.

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1°C
Overcast
Feels Like -4°C
Wind W 22 km/h
Gusts
Rel Humidity 100%
Dewpoint 1°C
Pressure 101.33 kPa
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Ceiling 600 ft

Page by Page: A Woman's Journal
Photography
Poetry
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 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

Mist Has the Right Idea

Page by Page: A Woman's Journal Photography Poetry by Maggie Turner

Page by Page: A Woman's Journal
Photography
Poetry
by Maggie Turner