Baby Bear

Yesterday at breakfast I glanced out the front window at our driveway.  Sauntering across the road was a young bear, who moved slowly through the wooded area next to the driveway and then headed off into the wild.

Terra Graduation 2010

Terra Graduation 2010

I think that bear paid another visit this morning.  I did not observe the visitor, but our garbage bag was ripped wide open.  What a mess.  It was mostly coffee grounds, so I have to wonder just what the attraction was!

I put on Attila’s rubber boots and a head net to protect myself from the voracious mosquitoes.  Out I went, broom and dustpan in hand, to sweep up the mess into another garbage bag, which I set out for the the garbage collector.

There have been several bear attacks this spring, one involved a pedestrian and the other a cyclist.  I don’t believe our bear was involved, as it occurred some distance from our place.  It is something to consider though, when puttering about outside.  I make loud noises when I venture out the door, so as not to take any visitors by surprise.  Bears hate surprises.

Terra writes her final exam today.  She has excellent marks, so there is no real worry about the outcome.  Still, it will be nice for her to have the whole experience under her belt, done and dusted.  It has been a good experience, and she has achieved her goals with hard work and good humour.  She has found her niche, as she not only enjoys her new career path, she excels at it.  She has already found a job, as I think I mentioned, which is a great relief to both her and Lares.  They can move on now, to the next goal, then the next, and so on.

Luna continues to hold central command of her busy household.  The twins are three and a going concern.  Tink, the baby, is sitting on her own and on the verge of mobility.  Life will change then!  Luna continues to take wonderful pictures of her children, special gifts for their future and a real pleasure for virtual grandparents like us.

Things are very quiet here.  The economic activity that usually flows in the summer is off to a very slow start.  The streets are empty and the retailers are waiting anxiously to see if the season’s business improves.  Perhaps when school is out things will brighten for them.  However, this is the slowest June we have observed since moving here.

Attila and I attended a free fiddle performance last night.  What fun!  I’m not passionately fond of the music they played, but I can say that both Attila and I enjoyed ourselves immensely.  Everyone on stage and off were friendly.  All of the performers came from the communities that my Grandparents lived in during their youth and after they were married.  One of the performers is my second cousin once removed, but we have not yet met.  The wonders of a genealogy database!  Other’s might also be related, but I didn’t catch everyone’s name.  Perhaps another time.

After the performance there was much greeting and hugging by the audience and the performers.  Attila and I were unknown to both groups.  I watched for an opportunity to introduce myself, none arose.  Perhaps another time.

On the drive home a dense fog hung low over the landscape, it was quite beautiful.  Luckily the fog hovered well above the roads, so that visibility remained excellent.

Worldly Distractions


“He who lives without folly isn’t so wise as he thinks.”
Francois de La Rochefoucauld
(1613 – 1680)


21 °C
Condition:Mainly Sunny
Pressure:101.3 kPa
Visibility:11 km
Humidity:84 %
Wind:SE 9 km/h
Worldly Distractions


One of the things I like least about using WordPress is that you need to update it periodically.  I ALWAYS fail the first time round.  Always.  This time I tried the automatic update feature, because it seemed as if it would be simpler.  Ahem.  Not in my capable hands it wasn’t!  “An Automated WordPress update has failed to complete – please attempt the update again now.”

Swiss Chard and Foot

Swiss Chard and Foot

The trouble now is that when it failed, and I watched it fail, I decided to go ahead and do the update manually.  That worked, a little time consuming, but it worked.  Now all I have to do is figure out how to let my installation of WordPress in on the update, because it hasn’t figured out that the whole event is over, over and done with.

We are having a beautiful day!  Our robins are chirping happily in the trees just over the railings of the deck.  I call them our robins because they were born here, under the deck flooring.  The deck extends from the second story of the house, so it is high and dry and a perfect spot for nesting.  All spring we watched the robins build the nest and proceed to lay and hatch the eggs.  The three chicks grew very quickly and have now flown into the forest beside the deck; which is home sweet home to them.  One our robins is very precocious, hopping across the deck and attempting to pluck my geranium buds before they could bloom.  I gave him a loud round of applause, which he did not appreciate one bit.  He flew away in a huff.

Bits of work are filtering in, thank goodness.  I am beginning to forget how to do large segments of the job, because my work assignments are brief and very spread out. Thank goodness I made the time to write notes!

My sleeping patterns have been disrupted lately, for some mysterious reason.  I drop off into a sound sleep without any trouble, but come 4:00 a.m. I’m wide awake and raring to go.  There is no place to go at 4:00 a.m..  Sometimes, if I have a short afternoon nap I can break this unpleasant pattern.  Here I am though, wide awake and typing like there is no tomorrow!

Terra is almost finished her course, and has sent some beautiful graduation photos.  She has a look in her eyes that I haven’t seen before, and wonderful it is to see.  That sense of accomplishment that one derives from achieving a goal, a difficult goal, shines bright in her face.  Luna had that same look about her when she gave birth to the twins.  Different daughters, different dreams, different strengths… all wonderful.

This afternoon Terra called to say that she has been offered a position at the placement facility where she has been training, and will begin work right after graduation. Well done Terra!

Luna brought her camera to the family gathering (four generations attended) that we held early in May.  Luna takes wonderful pictures.  Today, with Janus home to help with the kids, Luna found time to upload some of those pictures to our family web site.  I created a web site for our family to share information, news and photos.  We have pictures of six generations of our family.  I’ve known and loved five of those generations.  My Mom has known and loved all six of those generations.  We are all sharing pictures that we have, so that it doesn’t really matter who has possession of the originals, we all get to enjoy them.

Worldly Distractions

“I’m not sure I want popular opinion on my side — I’ve noticed those with the most opinions often have the fewest facts.”
Bethania McKenstry (whoever she is!)

26 °C
Pressure:101.6 kPa
Visibility:16 km
Humidity:40 %
Wind:SSW 24 km/h

Contemplating Change

The summer season is not yet in full swing, as far a seasonal residents are concerned. Although there is talk in the media of an economic recovery in Canada, all we can see from our little perch is that the wealthy continue to build monuments to their own comfort, and there is a LOT of activity in that sector of the economy, while everyone else cuts back trying to survive the times.

Ontario Wetland

Ontario Wetland

The corporation where I am on six-day-a-week call, is busy cutting positions and hours.  This creates tension in the work force.  I am really noticing it, being at the very bottom of the pecking order.  A call came in on Tuesday afternoon, asking me to work for 3 hours on Wednesday morning.  I accepted.  My fellow worker spent the first two hours trying to persuade me to find another job, within the corporation of course.  Then she went for lunch.  All this pressure was exerted under the guise of “looking out for me”.  Transparent.  No one looks out for anyone but themselves, in the culture this organization has created.

She didn’t give up until I grumbled about my lack of hours and stated that I was looking for something else.  She wants me out of there because there aren’t enough hours for both of us, well, there aren’t even enough hours for one of us.  I blame the corporation and the union, but I don’t blame her.  The employees at the corporation are being squeezed, and they react.  I react.

This morning it is quite cool and the sun is shining.  We have had a lot of rain lately, so our little winged friends are numerous and hungry.  The weather report predicts a high of 27C today.  Hot weather diminishes the mosquito population.  Relief.

The house needs a good dusting and straightening, which it will get today. I’ve made a good start this morning and will divide my time between the keyboard and the chores.

The scent of change is in the air.  The thing about change is that you never really know where it will take you.  I’m not sure what it is I’m detecting, on an organic level, but it does seem positive.  Of course, I find all change frightening, exhilarating and exhausting.  Whatever it is though, there is nothing for it but to follow my nose and hope for the best.

Worldly Distractions

“We hang the petty thieves and appoint the great ones to public office.”
(620 BC – 560 BC)

16 °C
Pressure:101.8 kPa
Visibility:16 km
Humidity:72 %
Wind:NNW 21 km/h


This morning I had to take the car in for a regularly scheduled maintenance appointment. It is a one hour drive there and a one hour drive back. My mind tends to take off on tangents when I’m driving for any length of time; today the tangent was all about time.

Two Feet and a Geranium

Two Feet and a Geranium

I was thinking that all life really consists of is: what was, what is, and what will be. All of these aspects of time are subject to perception, perspective and interpretation. However, the only aspect that we can influence is “what is”, the present, the fleeting moment of consciousness that we experience as the now.

Sometimes my “what is” is saturated with “what was”. There are moments that come to me from the past, rich in emotion. These moments can capture me completely, so much so that I long to return to that place and time, to wrap myself in its warmth and certainty.

At other times the “what will be” will crowd out the present, sometimes with uncertainty, sometimes with anticipation.

Only the present moment offers the opportunity for redemption. It is often difficult to remain loyal to the “what is”, with all its terrors and treasures. It is the most difficult aspect of time to subjugate, susceptible to the vagaries of chaos. One can write/rewrite history. One can predict the future. But the moment of “what is” cannot be gathered into words and power so easily, it slips into what “has been” before we can fully grasp its meaning or wield its power.

The world around me focuses primarily on the writing and rewriting of the “what was”, with what seems like the sole purpose of dictating the “what will be”, to a vested interest. Perhaps the world needs a little more of the “what is”.

Worldly Distractions

“One must be poor to know the luxury of giving.”
George Eliot (1819 – 1880)

24 °C
Condition:Mainly Sunny
Pressure:102.0 kPa
Visibility:16 km
Humidity:22 %
Wind:SE 5 km/h

Curious George

9:00 a.m.

Learning something new is always of interest to an information pack-rat, which might describe me.  I’m off this morning to the first (and probably final) session of training on my own time and at my own expense.  I will confess that the primary reason I’ve not called them to cancel is that I wonder what the job entails.  Always intrigued by new learning opportunities, I just have to find out what it is all about.  I don’t trust assumptions, so I’ll suspend disbelief for the morning and see what I find.

And thinking of exploration, Attila and I have decided to go on a road tour late in the autumn. We will pack a tent and some sleeping bags, load up our cooler and our propane stove and head out.  I’ll take a break from waiting for calls to work, and Attila will take a break from his six day a week grind.  This is the plan.  Now that we have a plan we can safely assume that fate will step in to show us who is in charge of the universe; not us I think.

Attila finished the under-the-stair-landing project, so the closet contents can be returned to their proper place.  Yesterday Attila also painted one quarter of the soffit and fascia. Rather than climb to the top of a ladder to the top of the second story of the house, Attila bought an extension pole and created two attachments in addition to the roller attachment that came with the pole.  One attachment was made from a roller attachment, a BBQ scraper and duct tape; this he used to remove the flaking paint before priming.  The other attachment Attila created was made from a roller attachment, a paint brush and duct tape; he used this to paint the small spaces that could not be reached with a roller attachment.  Very ingenious and it worked very well indeed.

I’ve been busy with the transition of this site to a WordPress format.  I’ll leave it in its present state for now, see how it works before putting any more time into it.

6:00 p.m.

The training session confirmed that the corporation is not willing to provide adequate recompense for the work they want done, at least in my opinion.  Too bad, because I really enjoyed the work today, and really liked the woman I would have been working with.  If I didn’t need to pay bills and support myself, if I only needed to while away my hours, I definitely would have enjoyed spending time at this job.  I turned it down.

I received a letter about the resume I dropped off the other day.  They are going to call me to setup an interview in the next few weeks.  Maybe this interview is just another learning experience, or maybe it will offer more, we shall see.

We are having a quick spaghetti supper before Attila gets out his extension pole and paint brush again.  The soffit and fascia already look better and the job is only partially completed!

Worldly Distractions


“I have you and even if we never meet or ever see each other, we have left our thumbprints in the thick, moist clay of each other’s lives.”
Hugh Elliott

Mostly Cloudy
Pressure: 101.6 kPa
Visibility:16 km
Wind:N 13  km/h