21 Balloon Salute

Home again, home again… The journey home was beautiful, bright sunshine, light traffic, dry roads, perfect! Attila and I had a lovely visit to our little house in the city. It has been two months since the last visit, and it was a relief to see that all was well. No mice, frozen pipes or any kind of damage to the property. There was a bit of ice on the front landing, but that was the only thing we had to address. As we arrived at the little house after our long journey there, I thought I saw someone on the front porch. It was a helium balloon bouncing around in the wind, tied to the railing. Puzzled, I heard Attila say, “look at the window”. There was Terra, smiling and waving from the front window. Entering the front door we were greeted by a 21 balloon salute, 21 helium filled balloons with long ribbon streamers bobbed on the living room ceiling, streamers hung from the living room ceiling, a banner was strung across one wall, declaring Happy Birthday, a helium balloon with my age written on it was bobbing at the back of my easy chair and on my … Continue reading

A Wing and A Prayer

Well, here it is, our big two day weekend! Last night the winds were outrageous, gusting to 80 km/h. The wind roared as loud as Niagara Falls all night, and is roaring still this morning. We are going to visit the little house, now or if not we will have to wait till the weather improves for an overnight visit. I am not impressed. We haven’t been able to get there for a visit, due to the weather, since Christmas. All the roads but one, to our destination, closed this morning at 6:30 a.m. due to “unplanned road conditions”. We might have made it last night before things got this bad, but Attila does not like to drive that far in the dark, so we waited till this morning. We are going to try to get through on the one road left open. The road report says that visibility is poor, but it is our only option if we want to spend our rare two day weekend at the little house. We are going to take our chances. There are times when I absolutely hate where we live, this is one of them. Well let me add something to that, … Continue reading

Scuppered

Plans! I make ’em, the universe changes ’em! A stay was planned for next week, at the little house in the city. Attila was going to drop me off and return in one week to fetch me home again. The whole plan was scuppered this morning by a telephone call. Another job interview has been scheduled for next week, who would want to miss that! Still, the weekend should be fun, as the trip down and back is now planned for three days and two nights. At this rate the renovations at the little house in the city could take over a hundred years! It is getting there that counts though, the process, and there is a lot of lovely process ahead of us. I like job interviews, but I don’t like to talk about job interviews. The interviews are always a positive experience, but are seldom fruitful. The only honest answer to “how did it go” is, I don’t know. For years there were no interviews, only applications disappearing into the great unknown. Progress has been made; job interviews are being scheduled. Now there are job interviews, but no offers of employment. If things keep going this way, job … Continue reading

Flowing White Hair

Last night, in my dreams, I rode a polar bear across a white and frozen landscape; resplendent in a richly hand embroidered and beaded, colourful, full length overcoat and long flowing white hair. Today should be a day of domestic goddessing. Maybe. Maybe not. The insurance company has just sent along an additional increase in insurance costs, the explanation being, “the government made us do this”. Smoke and mirrors. Regulations did not mandate that higher premiums must be charged for a value-reduced product. We have less insurance, we should be paying lower premiums. Gone are the days of childhood, when Mom took care of all this &%^$*. Thanks again Mom!! Cloudy with rain today. Eighteen years ago, on February the eighteenth, Attila and I moved into our first house in the big city, where we lived just before we moved to this country house. We liked that little house, we were married in that little house. The weather on the day we moved into that little house was warm and springlike; very similar to the weather we are experiencing right now. Winter came back that year, as it will this year. Spring will prevail. Worldly Distractions Weather -5 °C Condition: … Continue reading

WORDS: a poem

Early morning, just after first light, is the most delightful time of day. This morning it is -22C, and yet the maple tree growing just outside my window, that stands tall in the sun, dares tips of budding red. Its branches reach towards the light knowingly. Spring will come. I am feeling rather fine this morning. The bills are paid, all the little ones and all the big ones too; for now. I am happy, for now. Thoughts can wander elsewhere in this haven of enough for now. Playing around with rhythms and words; a poem emerged. Inspiration came from a spotlight article on etsy that was posted by a musician, an acquaintance on Facebook. The clock says it is just past nine a.m. and it has already been a busy morning; I haven’t moved from my chair since breakfast. WORDS by Maggie Turner, 2011 time detail discipline devise heart insight clarity combine ignite entertain delight art Worldly Distractions Weather -22 °C Condition: Clear Pressure: 103.1 kPa Visibility: 16 km Temperature: -22.0°C Dewpoint: -24.0°C Humidity: 84 % Wind: calm Quote “We have to fight them daily, like fleas, those many small worries about the morrow, for they sap our energies.” … Continue reading