July 20, 2009




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]

Part of my little job is to smile. I do not always feel like smiling, but smile I must and smile I do. The smile is getting harder and harder to pull off though, because between the two of us, Attila and I cannot earn enough money to pay for the dental work required to maintain it, according to the standards of the affluent.

Yesterday a customer blushed with embarrassment when we laughed, and I inadvertently revealed the gap left by my recently extracted tooth. Thank goodness my employer did not notice this. I will have to train myself never to laugh at work, I'll have to work hard on a demure, close mouthed smile that won't embarrass the affluent customers. The smile won't be genuine, but the customers won't notice.

It it is the little things that make up the quality of life.

This morning my "weekend" begins, I have three days off work. I waved goodbye to Attila this morning as he headed off to begin his work week. The day stretches before me, sunny and quiet.

This is a one-foot-in-front-of-the-other, don't-think-about-it-just-keep-moving-summer. Not my worst by any means.

Harriet and her family came up to their cottage this past weekend, but my long work hours prevented Attila and I from driving over for a visit.

Our deck "garden" is flourishing. The basil plants are very healthy, and we are looking forward to making pesto in the fall after harvest. The tomato plants are growing, there are no blossoms so far. The hanging planter of bright red portulaca blooms is wonderful to behold. I have it placed so that I see it when I glance out the window.

Today is lovely and sunny. It was cold last night, 10 C. However the days are quite warm. Attila and I plan on going back to the blueberry hills this evening to pick more wild blueberries for the freezer. We always have a lovely time picking wild berries. The smell of sun-bathed pine needles, the breezes, the beautiful view from the hills and the quiet are soothing to the soul. My genuine and heart felt smile, and my laughter, will be welcomed by the universe, up there where the natural order of life is unsullied.

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"... it must be confessed that moral indifference is the malady of the cultivated classes. The modern separation of enlightenment and virtue, of thought and conscience, of the intellectual aristocracy from the honest and common crowd is the greatest danger that can threaten liberty."
Henri Frédéric Amiel (1821–1881)

15 C
Pressure: 102.3 kPa
Tendency: steady
Visibility: 16 km
Temperature: 15.0C
Dewpoint: 13.5C
Humidity: 91 %
Wind: 4 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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