August 15, 2007




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]

What weather we are having! Summers like this have, up to now, only existed in my imagination. We have had a few heat waves, with very high humidity, but none that made it impossible to sleep at night. Most days have been sunny, breezy and warm but not hot. Pollution has been low, allowing the scent of the surrounding forest its due. I am experiencing these soft summer days as a caress, as a balm.

Process. The past must be woven into the present. My days are filled with process. Process is expensive. It takes up a lot of time, moving at its own slow pace. Metamorphosis channels mountains of energy inward, as sorrow after sorrow after sorrow crystallize into multifaceted bedrock.

" ...not being known doesn't stop truth from being true"
from There's No Such Place As Far Away by Richard Bach

Attila and I have graduated from pressing repair to tinkering with our home. Hooks have been installed in my closet, where I will hang my robe and my overalls for daily wear. Minor repairs to the wallpaper in the main floor bathroom have been completed. The water pump is returning to a state of good health. Much remains that could be done, but the only project remaining that should be done is to create a clean out for the ash dump for the masonry fireplace. Although our home still owns us, we are now getting some time off for good behavior.

A doctor’s appointment is required to get the results of last week’s blood test for cholesterol levels. I was pleasantly informed, when I called the doctor’s office, that if the results were of concern to the doctor he would call me. If I wanted any information about my results [to exercise my right to access] I would have to make an appointment. Sigh. Another entire day will have to be dedicated to getting access to one three digit number, that by all accounts is not a cause for concern to the doctor, whatever that means. It is very difficult, and a drain on one’s resources, to work cooperatively with the health care system. One has little choice but to trust blindly and pray that human error never occurs.

My efforts to lower cholesterol levels continue. I hold out small hope of success, as the problem is hereditary. My female ancestresses succumbed to stroke at relatively young ages. I remember my Grandmother’s efforts to combat the advances of small strokes that continued to occur and increase in intensity as time went by. Altered diet, reduced weight, regular exercise… did not affect their advance. However, all of these measures did ensure that my Grandmother experienced otherwise good health until the final stroke carried her across the River Styx.

I will continue to take the medication prescribed, as thus far this chemical has caused no discernable side effects and we presently have a drug plan. I will continue to eat well and exercise daily. But, despite all this I realize that when it is my time, it will be my time. That time is not for me to decide.

The transcription (of a transcription) of the 1881 Census for the Parry Sound District is my next genealogical project. I have already transcribed the entire 1871 Census for the Parry Sound / Muskoka District, from copies of the original documents. I have transcribed the 1901 Census for the Parry Sound District, for the specific townships settled by my ancestors. I am finding that the information in the 1881 Census provides a significant “piece of the puzzle”, linking the original settlers with following generations. Already I feel excited about finishing the 1881 Census and playing with statistics. I might write an article or two, just for fun. We shall see, as there is a lot of data entry to get through before the database is ready for exploration.

Our day ended pleasantly with a walk in the bush, where we collected enough blackberries for another six meals of blackberry pancakes. They are already frozen for our winter pleasure.

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Garden Weed - Drought Resistant and Thriving

No matter what side of the argument you are on, you always find people on your side that you wish were on the other.
Jascha Heifetz (1901 - 1987)

Temp 15.9°C
Pressure 101.4 kPa / falling
Visibility 15 km
Humidity 71%
Dew Point 10.7°C

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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