November 26, 2008

Beets then Turnips



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]

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. Magical.

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 a wonderful 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 with snow, bundled up in my parka and felt like a million bucks.

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!

Last week 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 the squash, beets 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 of variety.

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 coddling is going to 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 to get 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 be conserved.

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.

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Wordly Distractions

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."
Aleister Crowley
(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 are entirely unafraid of and uninfluenced by the opinions and vagaries of the crowd."
Edith Sitwell
(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 me..."
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
Temperature: -2.3C
Pressure: 100.6 kPa falling
Visibility: 8.1 km
Humidity: 91 %
Wind Chill: -5
Dewpoint: -3.6C
Wind: NW 9 km/h

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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