It is snowing out there this morning. It accumulates on the tree branches, white icing, then it slowly disappears into clear drops that drip, drip, drip. Occasionally the sun peeks out, sending a blaze of pleasure across the living room, before hiding once more behind the sheet of gray that is the sky.
I haven’t had cabin fever since the winter of 2013/2014, the last winter I spent at the country house. The following winter I stayed alone at Mist Cottage during the winter months, and even though I saw no one, received no visitors other than Attila, and spent all of my time alone within the four walls of Mist Cottage, I did not experience cabin fever. We moved here in September of 2015, so that after my lone winter, I did not have to spend another in the country. I will always remember those winters as the bleakest, loneliest period of my life, particularly the months of February and March, when the cold white aloneness entered my very soul.
This snow that is coming down now, it is disappointing. This disappointment is relatively benign. Even being housebound over the weekend due to the severe ice storm, that raged for over two days, has not dampened my spirits. Soon the sun will shine, the temperature will rise, and I will open these beautiful windows and let the breeze play through the house.
The day today will be filled with small tasks, all aimed at organizing “stuff”. Now that all my books are out and easily available, the temptation to graze on words is strong. I am resisting that urge though, and moving through more pragmatic activities: bill paying, appointment making, purging, cleaning.
Attila has been busy working on the house, winterizing. The rim joist perimeter in the basement has provided an incredible amount of air circulation from the great outdoors. This is not a good thing. The fellow who insulated our attic recommended sealing the cracks at the rim joists, the insulating, then applying vapour barrier. Attila has accomplished this for about 1/4 of the perimeter of the basement. Since the temperature is hovering around 0C now, and will rise from there, I doubt I will notice the difference until next winter, when the cold winds howl and batter the house. Although I might not notice a difference, there may be a noticeable lowering of the hydro bill, once the project is completed.
The garage project has been slated for June, according to Attila’s latest plan. He wants to spend May planting his garden.
My projects involve organizing “stuff”, which is ongoing, and not subject to interference by weather conditions. My crochet blanket is coming along slowly, no hurry, just a row or so a day, keeps my hand in. I am thinking of doing some pressure canning, but haven’t been motivated to get started on it yet. Tonight I am preparing baked chicken, roast potatoes, and green beans for dinner. Attila plans his second supper himself, he always eats two suppers over the course of an evening.
I did some exploring, feeling the need for additional entertainment sources, as Netflix, and Prime Video offerings are just too violent and nihilistic, or banal and shallow, for my taste. I tried BBC iPlayer, not available in Canada. I tried PBS, not available in Canada. Then someone on Facebook shared a link to Britbox, which recently became available in Canada. I had a look and signed up for the free trial. The first program I am watching is Unforgotten. Wow! This is a very good program. The initial episode of the season involves the discovery of a long dead person, the short, to the point visual image of the dead person is not dwelt upon, but included as a viable part of the story. The rest of the season’s episodes involve finding justice for the person who was found dead, developing the story of their lives, their loved ones, their enemies. It is an excellent program! One murder a season I can handle, as opposed to the more common North American multiple, graphically violent deaths in every episode.
Soon I will begin to think about what I want to do when the weather warms, and being outdoors holds some appeal! Soon the weather won’t make the roads impassable, footpaths treacherous, plans precarious. Waiting!
Date: 7:48 AM EDT Tuesday 17 April 2018
Condition: Light Snowshower
Pressure: 100.2 kPa
Dew point: -1.1°C
Wind: WSW 17 km/h
Visibility: 24 km
“Even now,” she thought, “almost no one remembers Esteban and Pepita, but myself. Camila alone remembers Uncle Pio and her son; this woman, her mother. But soon we shall die and all memory of those five will have left the earth, and we ourselves shall be loved for a while and then forgotten. But the love will have been enough; all those impulses of love return to the love that made them. Even memory is not necessary for love. There is a land of the living and the land of the dead and the bridge is love, the only survival, the only meaning.”
love… the only survival, the only meaning
Thinking of you Reenie, your message, your life.
“Tonight I am preparing baked chicken, roast potatoes, and green beans for dinner. ”
2 nights ago we had the exact same dinner! xox
Bex, it is a great, quick to fix, dinner, and oh so good! xoxo
In the winter of 2014/2015, you weren’t quite alone, though. Diesel was with you. I’ve often wondered how he’s doing.
Wendy, Diesel! What a wonderful cat he is! You are right, I wasn’t completely alone, he was such wonderful company. He is doing fine, one of Terra’s friends adopted him, and she loves him to bits, wouldn’t give him up for the world.
Maggie, thank you for that. I knew it wasn’t working out for him at Terra’s house and that it wasn’t the time for him to come live with you, so I’m just tickled to learn that he ended up in a home which is happy for him.
We’re on Season 4 of Heartland. Nothing boring or banal there. Horse doping, fixing races, cattle rustling, the politics of not owning your own mineral rights so the oil companies steal your oil – that one makes me very angry, as does the cattle rustling.
Even as a Native American with very little control over my own land, I still own my mineral rights in the US. Not that the land has any worthwhile minerals.
I’ve learned a number of things I didn’t know about Canada.
Heartland is on the list of programs to check out Teri! Interesting that it seems mostly about business and corruption, which I guess, is “normal” human behavior. 🙂
Wendy, if he hadn’t had somewhere wonderful to go, I would have had him here. The girl who lives with him now adores him!
Somehow, even the best people end up having the corrupt or thoughtless/heartless come into their lives at times. To me, it’s how we weather that sort of thing that makes the real story, and that’s how Heartland takes it on.
I thought Heartland would be a good choice for you as your farmer family has meant so much to you. There’s a love of the land and sense of purpose that carries through the story.
I have come across ‘Heartland’ a couple of times, but always skipped over it. Sounds like I should give it another try! And Britbox sounds so interesting! You’ve had a difficult winter, Maggie, but you are still in the game, and spring will be there soon! Stay healthy, and embrace the warm weather when it gets there!
No post for five days – I’m imagining Spring might have turned up and you are outside enjoying some sunshine
I hope you are well and maybe have become involved with the canning or some other time consuming activity leaving no time to fill us in on your thoughts and daily deeds
Diane, yes, I would certainly regard this past winter as a difficult one! I like the way you have phrased that thought, “still in the game”, it describes this ongoing struggle very well.
The warmer weather arrived on Saturday! Oh how wonderful it is!
Cathy, the weather turned warm on Saturday, and you guessed it, I was out there soaking up every minute of it, Saturday and Sunday!
it was a wonderful weekend to be out of doors, which is where I have been, soaking up the sun.