June 21, 2007

Out and about.



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]

Yesterday I had to go into town for an appointment with my doctor. My cholesterol level (the bad cholesterol) is astonishingly high. We have been trying different medications without much success because of the side effects. On Lipitor I swelled up like a sausage and stopped taking it when my cloths no longer fit over my body. My cholesterol level normalized, but went up again when the medication was discontinued. On Ezetrol I experienced exhausting pain on the whole lower left side of my body, which not even painkillers could control. I stopped taking Ezetrol and within two days the pain had completely disappeared, and has not returned. I have no idea if Ezetrol lowered my cholesterol level, a mute point really. Now I am trying a fibrate. I hope that I can tolerate it and that it functions as it should. There are not many options left if it doesn’t work out.

The doctor’s office is almost an hour’s drive from here, so while in town I took the opportunity to do some shopping. A lucky trip, I managed to get welder’s goggles and a face shield, at Home Depot and a 12 gauge extension cord, good for over 1800 watts, at Canadian Tire.

The man who helped me find what I needed at Home Depot seemed distracted and disinterested, but he saw it through to the end. I hate shopping at Home Depot now because they have cut back on human tellers and replaced them with a whole row of self-operated, computerized checkouts. I HATE these automated checkout machines, will avoid shopping at Home Depot, or any store that uses them, whenever I can. If a store wants my custom they will have to hire humans.

The woman and man who assisted me at the Canadian Tire store went out of their way to help me, and left me with the distinct impression they enjoyed doing so. The cashier was a human, not a computer, and the process of purchase was a pleasant one. The Canadian Tire store in town is one of the best I have been in. Every time I shop there I notice that the staff are helpful and genuinely interested. When I say interested, I mean interested in assisting the customer, not in making a sale, and there is a big difference.

I have had a bank account in town for three years now, and it has gone dormant on me numerous times. It is too far away to make deposits easily, so it gets left out of the loop, and then it goes dormant. Yesterday I closed the account and took my money order to a bank in the village near home (only a twenty five minute drive) where I deposited the whole thing. Hopefully this will help simplify life.

Today is a perfect summer day. The sun is brilliant. Light dances down through the swaying leaves, orchestrated by the soft insistent breeze. Birds sing in the distance.

My day has been filled with activity. This morning I drove Attila to work so that I could use the car to go berry picking, a perfect day for it. There is a pick-your-own farm half an hour from here, and my early morning telephone call revealed that the strawberries are ripe and ready. I picked about two six quart baskets, plenty for our needs. After I had them safely packed into the cooler in the back seat of the car, I headed for the library. I spent a few hours downloading software onto the laptop and exploring sites that cannot be reasonably viewed on a dialup connection. Then I headed towards home, fetching Attila from work on my way by, bringing him home for his lunch hour.

I am hoping that tonight Attila will have time to help me setup the kiln in the porch, ready to for a first fire tomorrow.

The bread is kneading in the machine. The shortcake for the strawberries is baking in the oven. Now, what to do with the rest of these strawberries…

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parry sound ontario nature walk
View from the Nature Walk in Parry Sound, Ontario.

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The God of Small Things
by Arundhati Roy

A few clouds
Wind W 22km/h
Wind gusts 31km/h
Humidity 53%
Dewpoint 11°C
Press 101.17 kPa
Visibility 14.0 km
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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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