After coming through the night at -24C, we awoke to snowfall. This kind of weather will keep me close to home, as three firings of the masonry heater each day require that the damper be closed down after the burn; that would be my job. Attila does the tough stuff, the splitting and toting, and… Continue reading The First Tuesday in March
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The Merry Month of March (Tongue Almost Popping Through Cheek)
It was with a heavy heart that I saw Attila off to his day’s work today. The wind chill is -32C. While I am slightly chilly, in the house, in this frigid weather, Attila works in it all day long. It wouldn’t be as difficult if he didn’t need to take his gloves off for… Continue reading The Merry Month of March (Tongue Almost Popping Through Cheek)
Unkind
We have at last arrived at the last of the winter, only four weeks of full-blown winter weather to manage! The first of March blew in cold through the night, and then warmed enough to deliver blowing wind and heavy snowfall. Attila spent part of his day shovelling snow off the roofs of the woodshed… Continue reading Unkind
Future Shock
The credit card is the future shock in our little world. Purchases made now lie in wait, and will pounce in the not so distant future to devour every dollar and cent they can find. And if they are not fed their fill, they will lay claim to our unborn dollars. In Canada the interest… Continue reading Future Shock
Hemmer Foot
“In like a lion, out like a lamb.” That is what I always heard about the month of March. Poppycock! This saying has proven inaccurate every single year of my life, so my poppycock assertion is wholly anecdotal, based on a small sample size, me, and yet I believe it. March is to be a… Continue reading Hemmer Foot