Well, here it is, our big two day weekend! Last night the winds were outrageous, gusting to 80 km/h. The wind roared as loud as Niagara Falls all night, and is roaring still this morning. We are going to visit the little house, now or if not we will have to wait till the weather improves for an overnight visit. I am not impressed. We haven’t been able to get there for a visit, due to the weather, since Christmas.
All the roads but one, to our destination, closed this morning at 6:30 a.m. due to “unplanned road conditions”. We might have made it last night before things got this bad, but Attila does not like to drive that far in the dark, so we waited till this morning. We are going to try to get through on the one road left open. The road report says that visibility is poor, but it is our only option if we want to spend our rare two day weekend at the little house. We are going to take our chances. There are times when I absolutely hate where we live, this is one of them. Well let me add something to that, there are times when I dislike that we only have the occasional two day weekend, so that we have no option to postpone plans for “next weekend”, when the weather may be better. We become house-bound for months here.
We are leaving soon, after a hearty breakfast. Off we go, on a wing and prayer.
BLOWING SNOW WARNING ENDED
Pressure: 101.4 kPa
Visibility: 10 km
Humidity: 59 %
Wind: NW 31 gust 57 km/h
Wind Chill: -24
“Writing is not necessarily something to be ashamed of, but do it in private and wash your hands afterwards.”
1907 – 1988
A stay was planned for next week, at the little house in the city. Attila was going to drop me off and return in one week to fetch me home again. The whole plan was scuppered this morning by a telephone call. Another job interview has been scheduled for next week, who would want to miss that!
Still, the weekend should be fun, as the trip down and back is now planned for three days and two nights.
At this rate the renovations at the little house in the city could take over a hundred years! It is getting there that counts though, the process, and there is a lot of lovely process ahead of us.
I like job interviews, but I don’t like to talk about job interviews. The interviews are always a positive experience, but are seldom fruitful. The only honest answer to “how did it go” is, I don’t know. For years there were no interviews, only applications disappearing into the great unknown. Progress has been made; job interviews are being scheduled. Now there are job interviews, but no offers of employment. If things keep going this way, job offers will start coming in. Then again, maybe not. Who knows!
Pressure: 101.5 kPa
Visibility: 4 km
Humidity: 100 %
Wind: ESE 5 km/h
“The love of truth lies at the root of much humor.”
1913 – 1995
Last night, in my dreams, I rode a polar bear across a white and frozen landscape; resplendent in a richly hand embroidered and beaded, colourful, full length overcoat and long flowing white hair.
Today should be a day of domestic goddessing. Maybe. Maybe not.
The insurance company has just sent along an additional increase in insurance costs, the explanation being, “the government made us do this”. Smoke and mirrors. Regulations did not mandate that higher premiums must be charged for a value-reduced product. We have less insurance, we should be paying lower premiums. Gone are the days of childhood, when Mom took care of all this &%^$*. Thanks again Mom!!
Cloudy with rain today. Eighteen years ago, on February the eighteenth, Attila and I moved into our first house in the big city, where we lived just before we moved to this country house. We liked that little house, we were married in that little house. The weather on the day we moved into that little house was warm and springlike; very similar to the weather we are experiencing right now. Winter came back that year, as it will this year. Spring will prevail.
Pressure: 101.8 kPa
Visibility: 16 km
Humidity: 72 %
Wind: SSE 18 km/h
Wind Chill: -11
“There are no passengers on Spaceship Earth. We are all crew.”
Early morning, just after first light, is the most delightful time of day. This morning it is -22C, and yet the maple tree growing just outside my window, that stands tall in the sun, dares tips of budding red. Its branches reach towards the light knowingly. Spring will come.
I am feeling rather fine this morning. The bills are paid, all the little ones and all the big ones too; for now. I am happy, for now. Thoughts can wander elsewhere in this haven of enough for now.
Playing around with rhythms and words; a poem emerged. Inspiration came from a spotlight article on etsy that was posted by a musician, an acquaintance on Facebook.
The clock says it is just past nine a.m. and it has already been a busy morning; I haven’t moved from my chair since breakfast.
Another sure sign that spring is on the way: a house fly buzzing around the light fixture in the bathroom. He is no more.
This morning the temperature is 1C, above freezing. By mid morning the temperature will drop to below freezing and we will have a flash freeze. Tonight the temperature will fall to -19C. Earth’s mood swings can be a challenge to deal with.
It has just occurred to me that I have created an entry featuring the house fly on Valentines Day. One of the last great romantics, that’s me! I think it stems from an attempt to ignore candy (too many calories), to ignore romantic dinners at nice restaurants (allergy prevents restaurant dining), to ignore clinking glasses of champagne (wines contain my allergen). One truly gets into the spirit of ignoring what is not advisable, it seeps into the bones. Sensible me.
Attila and I are beginning to plan our next short visit to the little house in the city. We were last there at Christmas, almost two months ago. It was our intention to visit frequently this winter, but the Sunday weather and/or driving conditions prevented travel. Spring is on the way and we will be too, very soon. I may stay there for a week. We took possession of the place last July and have yet to be there on garbage or blue box collection days. The garbage has been traveling back to the country to be disposed of here. The blue box is overflowing at the little house, clearly it needs to be put out on the curb early on a collection day.
There was a nice little program for recipe collecting, Yum, that got so drastically downgraded that it is no longer being developed. The search is on to find the last viable version of that software, and to install it to replace the most recent, flawed version.
FLASH FREEZE WARNING IN EFFECT
Pressure: 98.8 kPa
Visibility: 4 km
Humidity: 99 %
Wind: WSW 21 gust 35 km/
“Among those whom I like or admire, I can find no common denominator, but among those whom I love, I can: all of them make me laugh.”
W. H. Auden
1907 – 1973