Thursday,
February 5, 2009

Pillow Fight

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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]

Usually Mist and I ramble through our days in happy, contemplative companionship.

Last night we had a pillow fight. She is still slightly miffed.

It all began when the temperature outside dropped like a stone towards -30 C, and the house began to cool. In anticipation we had burned three fires yesterday and the air was dry. Just as I was about to crawl into bed my nose began to bleed, once again. Attila went to bed without me, as he needs extra sleep when he has to work outside in such cold weather. I stayed up watching television until I finally got the bleeding under control.

Groping through the dark bedroom, quietly so as not wake Attila, I found the mattress and lay my weary head down. There was something wrong, and at first I wasn't quite clear about what it was. Then she began to purr. I had laid my head directly on top of Mist, who had been sleeping peacefully on my pillow. She had claimed the pillow first, and she was not about to give it up!

I talked to her, her only response was to purr. I lifted my head so that she could move, her only response was to purr. I laughed, which woke Attila. Mist would not move. Attila and I talked to her, but she was going nowhere. Attila picked her up and put her down between us on the bed. She was miffed, and flounced off into the darkness.

I won the struggle of wills with Mist that time, but she made very sure that I understood; winning a battle is not the same as winning the war.

Of note, it was so cold in the house this morning that the batteries in my wireless keyboard and mouse were unable to provide any power. Luckily I have a USB keyboard and mouse handy, ergo this entry.


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Old Storage Jars
Storage Jars
The jars with green lids were given to me in 1970, by a Home Economics teacher, who retired that year. She had used them for decades before passing them on to me, rather than throwing them out.



Quote
"He had the oaks for heating and for light.
He had a hen, he had a pig in sight.
He had a well, he had the rain to catch.
He had a ten-by-twenty garden patch.
Nor did he lack for common entertainment.
That I assume was what our passing train meant."
from The Figure in the Doorway
Robert Frost
(1874–1963)



Weather Condition: Clear
Temperature: -32.6C
Pressure / Tendency: 103.2 kPa rising
Visibility: 14.5 km
Humidity: 67 %
Dewpoint: -36.7C
Wind: 0 km/h
 

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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


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