Saturday,
March 14, 2009

Still Shaking

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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]

My training involved driving over 100 km to attend a class. On Wednesday morning the drive there was challenging, heavy rain and winds gusting to 90 km per hour, which hit the car broadside. Vehicles were weaving all over the road.

The drive home, later that afternoon, was a nightmare. I am still shaking today. In addition to the high speed gusts there was blowing snow. At one point I knew from memory that a transport truck was directly behind me, a car directly in front of me and the road, well, except for the two tracks in front of the headlights I had no idea where the other vehicles or the road were. "White out" is what they call it and it is extremely dangerous. The vehicles were traveling at 100 km an hour when the snow blew over us. I couldn't tell where the side of the road was to get off, and I knew that if I stopped the likelihood of being hit from behind was very high. After about ten minutes of this I was soaked with sweat, and by the time I could see a whole car length in front of me I was shaking. But I kept on going, no other choices were available.

When visibility improved, I knew things were still very bad. The transport truck behind me pulled out to pass because he felt I was going to slow. He encountered a gust of wind, tucked back in behind my little, slow moving vehicle and stayed there until I turned off at my exit, 60 km down the road.

I am home, I am alive. I will not travel to class again if this kind of weather is predicted. But last Wednesday they did not predict white outs, just blowing snow. I'll not be traveling during blowing snow warnings again.

There is a very sound reason why Attila and I become so isolated in the winter; that drive served to remind me just how treacherous winter driving is in our neck of the woods.

It is sunny today! Attila is outside puttering in the sheds, rearranging things so that we can continue to declutter the lower floor of the house. I am doing my part by packing things into boxes, and carefully labeling them so that Attila can move them into the back kitchen to be stored.

The snow is retreating, but not gone by any means. There is no sign of the earth below around our property, although the sides of the nearby highway are clear and dry. The highways are sanded and salted, and do not reflect the natural state of snow in the area.

Attila and I are taking today to celebrate our anniversary. We were married, around the same time we moved here, at our previous little house in the city. That was five years ago. Much has changed since then, and much has not. We have settled into this house very nicely, and it really feels like home. Attila is going to make Coquilles St Jacques a La Provencale for our dinner tonight, and we will relax a little in front of the fire afterward, with our feet up and our good friend Mist cuddled up close.



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I've had this eyeglasses case for a very long time, so long in fact that I don't remember where or when I got it! I love the colours and it is very handy to have when I am changing my specs frequently.



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"So closely interwoven have been our lives, our purposes, and experiences that, separated, we have a feeling of incompleteness—united, such strength of self-association that no ordinary obstacles, difficulties, or dangers ever appear to us insurmountable."
Elizabeth Cady Stanton
(1815–1902)



Weather
-1 C
Clear
Feels Like: -5
Wind: S 11km/h
Sunrise: 7:31
Sunset: 19:22
Relative Humidity: 59%
Pressure: 102.41 kPa
Visibility: 14.0 km
Ceiling: unlimited
 

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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 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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