Last night conditions were perfect for a camp fire. I watched while Attila burned the last two bags of sensitive data paper in the fire pit, along with the last of the branches from the dead ash tree, and the dead branches from the spruce trees. The piles of brush are gone! But the piles of logs are not gone, they still need to be sectioned and split for firewood. Attila thought he would get this done during the summer and autumn, I guess there is still time, but I am doubtful that he has sufficient free time to get the job done that quickly.
There were many bags full of paper with sensitive data that I purged months and months ago. We burned quite a few bags, here at Mist Cottage, and at the Camp, but there were two full to bursting bags left. These were burned last night, the last of the purged items. It feels very good to have them gone.
I don’t participate in burning the fires, as I am concerned that I will forget myself, and overdo breaking branches to fit into the fire. I’ve always been strong and active in burning brush, and enjoy it, but right now I am reluctant to risk lifting or straining. It is difficult to hold back from activities you have enjoyed all your life.
The view from the kitchen window has improved tremendously with all that brush gone.
On the topic of views, my easy chair faces the living room windows. Since the ash tree outside that window died, and was removed a few months ago, the view out that window is sky and hydro poles, extremely ugly. Not only that, the sun shines into my eyes most of the day now that the shade tree is completely gone.
There is not enough room in our living room to place my chair anywhere else. I have come up with a solution. Every morning I rotate my chair to face away from the window and toward the front door. The window in the door has a lovely view, the crabapple tree, the spruce tree, and the neighbour-across-the-street’s maple tree. The sun no longer shines into my eyes, and the view is lovely. Actually, at this very moment I am watching a black squirrel hop through the branches of the crabapple tree, eating the fruit as they go. [I still struggle to remember to use they as a singular pronoun, after a much more than half a century of using gendered pronouns!]
Every evening I rotate my chair back to face the living room window, which also puts me face to face with Attila and Ginger. Luckily my easy chair is very light, I can rotate it with very little effort.
Small things can make a huge difference to the quality of life.
For the first time I have ordered an item from the US amazon to be delivered in Canada. The experience has gone smoothly so far, but it isn’t over yet, the item has not arrived. The tracking followed the item across the continental US to Cheektawaga, then crossed the border into Canada, landing at Burlington. It was “transferred to another carrier” in Burlington, and there the tracking ends. So far amazon has not provided any information on what carrier has my package, or any further tracking information. I am watching with great interest. The item, manufactured in the US, is not sold in Canada, and if it had been I would have purchased it here. The price on amazon us was $79.99 US, I paid $175.87 CAN.
The purchased item is a stainless steel steam canner, made by Concord. There are companies here that sell Concord products, but not this canner. I have a steam canner, it is aluminum, and I love it. The aluminum is thin, and has begun to develop pits, which will eventually wear through to become holes. To avoid disappointment when the aluminum canner suddenly fails, the stainless steel model will hopefully arrive safely, and be ready for action. Another advantage to it is that I will be able to can several batches at once, which will be very welcome when canning bushels of tomatoes or apples.
So that is my Christmas present, travelling across North America to find me. I love practical gifts!
Our time changed overnight, the clocks jumped back one hour. All of the clocks in the house had to be set back one hour. It is now getting dark a lot earlier in our perceptual day, and getting light earlier in the mornings. Of course, there is no actual change in what happens in the natural world, only in how we experience it.
Updated on Sun, Nov 5 at 9:55 AM
FEELS LIKE 0
Wind 13 N km/h
Humidity 69 %
Visibility 24 km
Sunrise 6:49 AM
Wind gust 20 km/h
Pressure 101.9 kPa
Ceiling 9100 m
Sunset 4:53 PM
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