Ginger Knows

Attila says, “St. Patrick’s Day should have been yesterday, when it was green.”

I am sitting in my easy chair in the living room, watching the shadows dance across the wall, where the sun splashes through the window. The high wind is having its way with the trees. I am comfortable and warm, thank goodness for the thermostat!

Yesterday it was 14C, windy, and cloudy. It rained early in the evening. We ventured out for a walk twice yesterday, without hats, gloves, layers of sweaters, I even wore my sandals. It was wonderful.

This morning the wind chill is -22C, the temperature is -11C. It snowed during the night. This morning there is frozen rain on the living room windows, and snow on the window ledges. The world is white again, the roads and sidewalks white and slippery in spots.

The cold weather is to persist into tomorrow, with an early morning low of -14C on Wednesday.

At least the few inches of snow on the ground are protecting any plant or animal life, that responded to the warmth of yesterday, from the bitter cold of today and tomorrow morning.

At 8:00 a.m. the snow plow rumbled past the house. Hopefully the sun will find a way to melt any ice on the pavement. Going for a walk seems a bit dubious.

I arise before Attila most days. When the bedroom door opens, there is Ginger, sitting on the carpet, facing the door, waiting for me. He immediately proceeds to the living room, to sit in front of his water and food bowls, waiting for refreshment. I comply. We are regular as clockwork in this ritual.

Next for me is to dress, attend to personal hygiene, and then into the kitchen. The dishes that were washed yesterday and left to dry overnight are put away.

Medications are measured out to wait in their small dedicated ceramic cups.

On a bread making day the bread ingredients are measured out to start the loaves. Today the water for Kombucha was brought to a boil, the tea measured and added, steeped, sugar added, then left on the range to cool. Some mornings include chopping nuts and dates in quantity for breakfasts with yogourt. Other mornings might include starting a batch of soup, or breakfast muffins.

The puttering continues until the alarm chimes begin on the iPad. I wake Attila at this point, as he likes a an hour or two to wake up before heading out for a walk. I take a break to sit and chat, while Attila sits sleepily on the couch, with Ginger on his lap. This is their morning ritual, Ginger loves his morning belly rubs with Attila. Ginger’s favourite thing is to have Attila and I sitting in the living room chatting, while he is petted by Attila, companionship with his humans. Ginger knows what is important in life.

Worldly

Weather

-11°C
Date: 7:00 AM EDT Tuesday 17 March 2026
Condition: Not observed
Pressure: 100.4 kPa
Tendency: Rising
Temperature: -10.6°C
Dew point: -8.4°C
Humidity: 94%
Wind: WSW 40 gusts 52 km/h
Wind Chill: -22

Quote

“I hold ambition of so light a quality that is is but a shadow’s shadow.”
William Shakespeare, Hamlet, Act II, scene 2
1564 – 1616