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
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
[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]
It is snowing heavily out there again. The snow plow has
been through, and the garbage truck.
I scooted out to gather up the empty garbage cans and
became mesmerized by the white silence. After standing
perfectly still for ten minutes, I heard and felt a
deep whooshing. A large black crow, or perhaps it was
a raven, flew overhead. Each beat of its' wings became
a palpable wave
that entered into my ears and resonated into my core.
The plough had left a few feet of wet snow across the
end of the driveway. When I brought the garbage cans
up the drive to place them against the wall of the lean-to,
the snow shovel caught my eye. Without thinking, I grabbed
it and headed down the driveway. I shoveled until Attila
came driving up the road. I had cleared the entire entrance
for him so that he could access the driveway. It is
feeling, to be able to see a job that needs doing and
to see it through to completion. I smiled at Attila
as I walked up the drive towards him. I was covered
snow, bundled up in my parka and felt like a million
I did overdo it though. My back has partially seized.
Now I have to take special care to give the swelling
an opportunity to heal naturally. Oh, dear, this means
I have to curl up with a good book!
it was beets. This week it will be turnips.
Henry and Em gave us the last vegetables from their
garden, the ones they would have fed to the
cows. That was months ago. We have been enjoying
and turnip from their garden ever since.
The beets cooked up very nicely in the pressure
cooker. We have been eating them with hot/sweet
mustard. I ate
the last of them yesterday for lunch.
This morning I am steaming peeled and cubed turnip. Attila
and I like turnip. I will however, peruse the internet in
search of tasty ways to serve turnip; if only for the sake
Tonight we will eat the last of the vegetarian burgers that
I found in the freezer. Soon I'll dive back into the freezer
to rummage and sort through our stores. I imagine I will
find a few more geriatric offerings before the job is done.
We will make the most of them.
I tried to print the first draft of the genealogy book I've
been working on. The printer died. Not my new one, it works
a treat. No, the printer that died was purchased in, well
lets see, was it 1998? It is an old Epson 740. There have
been issues with this printer ever since I first plugged
it into the
electrical outlet. I've kept it going all this time through
coddling and coaxing and patience. Not today. No amount of
resurrect this printer. It ground and moaned and then complained
loudly. It was as if it was saying "Please release me, let
me go..." I will; let it go that is.
Now I must contemplate
how to cheaply produce a draft copy of my book. The nearest
establishment with printing facilities, at least the nearest
one I know of, is a one hour drive from home. We are challenged
out to the grocery store, so I don't think a trip to the
print shop is feasible.
I hate to print it on my new printer because the printer
cartridges are around $50 each. The cartridge I have must
It will just have to wait, for better weather or a financial
windfall, whichever comes first. I am putting my bet on the
better weather scenario.
|RECIPES :: Cast
By The Easy Chair
The Honk and Holler Opening Soon
by Billie Letts
" To read a newspaper is
to refrain from reading something worthwhile. The first discipline
of education must therefore be to refuse resolutely to feed
the mind with canned chatter."
(1875 - 1947)
Eccentricity is not, as dull people would have us believe, a form of madness.
It is often a kind of innocent pride, and the man [person] of genius and the
aristocrat are frequently regarded as eccentrics because genius and aristocrat
unafraid of and uninfluenced by the opinions and vagaries of the crowd."
(1887 - 1964)
"Di first ting dat really cause me fi mek me decision is
di story a me madda life. It mek me vex and it mek me sad.
It shame Mama so much dat she couldn't disclose notten to
from Country Madda Legacy
in Lionhart Gal: Life Stories of Jamaican Women
by SISTREN with Honor Ford-Smith (1987)
This book was a gift from a friend. The inscription reads,
"To xxxxx, a good sister, best wishes, with love from Jeremy."
God bless, Jeremy, God Bless.
Condition: Light Snow
Pressure: 100.6 kPa falling
Visibility: 8.1 km
Humidity: 91 %
Wind Chill: -5
Wind: NW 9 km/h