I took a whirlwind trip to visit the Rideau Camp, and to check Grace the trailer, to see how she weathered the winter. Attila made the trip with me.

Attila dragged deadwood from the front of the property to the camp fire pit, and I spent my hours there cleaning Grace. Mice had infiltrated and left disgusting droppings in the kitchen drawers, which had to be removed and cleaned out of doors, as well as all the contents sterilized and washed. I think Attila found where they came in, chewed right through the rubber flashing on one of the doors. I am on the search for metal reinforced flashing now, so they can’t chew through it.

It was lovely to drive through the countryside on the way to the Camp. There were bright yellow Coltsfoot blooms along the road in, and the ground at the Camp was covered with emerging Trout Lily leaves.

At Mist Cottage the sunshine saw to the last of the snow on the lawn. It also persuaded a few blooms to emerge from the awakening Lungwort in the front garden. Rabbits have been eating the new growth from the onions and garlic plants in the garden. There are more rabbits about this spring, probably because the wetland forest at the end of the street has been destroyed. A fence around the garden might be required!

I have been working on my genealogy database, allowing myself to wander around through primary documents on ancestry. This morning I reviewed all the deaths in the Parry Sound area for 1918, one of the Spanish Flu epidemic years. There were more than 70 deaths due to influenza, and many deaths due to pneumonia, which in some cases might have been related to influenza. I enjoy following little lines if inquiry like this from time to time, just seeing what the data will reveal. Then, when I have some information, I like to contemplate how it played out in lived lives, the human element, the feelings, the effects on human communities, that sort of thing. My Granny was 16 years old in 1918, with a war on, and a flu epidemic, it must have been a challenging year. I wonder did she have a beau, did she lose friends to the war or the epidemic? I’d love to be able to talk with her again, to find out about her life.

A new ball of yarn was started on the crocheted blanket project. I find I have been picking it up a bit more frequently, when I want to sit and think.

The holding pattern with Attila is working well so far, so that domestic life is relatively comfortable. I am beginning to get my bearings here, feel solid ground under my feet. My affection for Attila is undiminished. I am still leery of the situation, the unexpectedness of the terrible, terrible mistake has shown me the precariousness of my life, any life really, something not easily forgotten.

Today is predicted to be warm, 15C, and sunny. I am very keen to grab my bucket, and a ladder, and give Iris the trailer a good exterior washing. Sitting under a tree, she has accumulated some green algae on her roof, and long one side. A good washing, and an interior cleaning are a very good idea.

As I sit here writing, the sun is streaming in through the living room windows. The beautiful, bug free, maybe even open today windows!

Worldly Distractions


Date: 7:00 AM EDT Monday 23 April 2018
Condition: Sunny
Pressure: 103.2 kPa
Tendency: Rising
Temperature: -1.0°C
Dew point: -1.9°C
Humidity: 94%
Wind: NNE 4 km/h
Wind Chill: -2
Visibility: 24 km


“It is better to suffer wrong than to do it, and happier to be sometimes cheated than not to trust.”
Samuel Johnson
1709 – 1784

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Good Morning!
Hope you get those windows open today.

Bex Crowell

“Rabbits have been eating the new growth from the onions and garlic plants in the garden. There are more rabbits about this spring, probably because the wetland forest at the end of the street has been destroyed. A fence around the garden might be required!”

We have rabbits too. Lots of them. They are munching away on the roots of everything. We even think our crabapple tree is in danger of being eaten! Every day they are out there… and Belle doesn’t scare them at all! I think it must be The Year of the Rabbit – or something!

TopsyTurvy (Teri)

We’re just back from our first trip to the cottage. It was lovely there, the snow had left well-beforemit left here. We got some clean up done, raking leaves.

I’ve been learning more about my family, their history now rather than just their names. I found that my something like 6 times great grandmother was an well-known Indian interpreter that travelled from Pennsylvania to Edmonton. Her son, my something like 5 times great grandfather, would become one of the originators of the Hudson Bay Company.

It’s exciting to know that my gggggg grandmother visited Fort Michillimackinack many years ago, and I’ve been there too! Now that I know about her, I wonder if they have any texts there that include her name?

TopsyTurvy (Teri)

So many entries are just births, children, and deaths. Even marriages are seldom recorded. And the way they can be mixed up! Especially with the French custom of “dit” names, what someone was called by. And using both the English and the French given names, interchangeably. For example, Isabelle is also Elizabeth (hopefully). Maybe. Some say.

But my Montour family line is pretty well documented, though even that shows historians being unsure of a few areas.

Joan Lansberry

I’m glad you had a getaway without snow and that weather is being less severe to you! Julia can spend hours on genealogy, too. I like learning of her discoveries. My paternal Gramma was 17 in 1918. I wonder if she’d met Grandpa yet, and if the flu affected her, too.