Every little breeze…

Tuesday, April 28, 2015, Country House

It has been a grand day!

The paperwork is almost, but not quite, under control. Just a few more piles to go! I need to move a few of the files to secure locations in anticipation of people wandering through our house when it is for sale. The problem is, when I move them, I forget where they were moved to! I am still thinking about it, and plan on recording the list of what I moved on the computer, so I can refer to the list when I cannot find things I need.

The sun shone brightly all day, and it was warmish, 17C outside. By mid-morning the windows were flung open, letting in the cool breeze, birdsong, the whispers of pine boughs, the rustle of dry leaves. On a day like this is hard to think about selling this house. One thought about winter though, and I am hard at work getting it ready to sell. Someone belongs in this place, and I hope they find their way home!

Mist enjoyed having the windows open. She awoke from her nap, on my easy chair, to sniff the fresh air, then followed her nose to the open sliding door. There she sat and groomed herself, content. She is a happy cat.

Over the winter the new stain on the deck peeled. The peeling stain was unsightly. The vacuum cleaner, with the carpet beater bar, did a great job of lifting off the peeling paint, to leave a flat surface.

Some of my sites garner an infinitesimal income from ads via Google and other ad companies based in the USA. To be paid these very small sums (we are talking in the realm of $10 US) the tax forms for the IRS must be filled out, and filed with the companies that pay out for the ads. This legislation came into being in 2010, but hasn’t affected me until now because it has been that long since I have been owed a payment. The process took a large chunk of the day! That “paperwork” is done now though, thank goodness.

Next on the agenda is to move this site to the root directory, to comply with Googles new mobile policy. Right now the old html site is served from the root directory. It needs to be moved to a sub-directory, and this newer compliant blog software moved to the root. Sigh. It is a big job. I’ve done it a few times already this winter, and I do get better at it, but it is still a time consuming task.

The URL for my daily entries will change slightly when I accomplish all this, and I am hoping to manage a seamless redirect to the new file structure after the switch.

The process has begun but won’t get into full swing until tomorrow, when I am more alert. This requires focus, and by evening my focus has fled. I could make myself do it, successfully, but why force myself!

Attila is spending his evening finishing the job of replacing the bathroom floor. Mist is in there “helping” him. He is extremely patient with her, even though she insists on sitting on the exact spot where he needs to work. She knows how to get attention, does our Mist.

Later this week, Attila will replace the malfunctioning water pump. I am really looking forward to that update!

Thursday, 30 April, 2015, Country House

I finished the paperwork yesterday, although Attila has a few odds and ends that can only be processed by him, and they are on hold until he has a break from sprucing the place up for the realtor.

The bathroom floor was completed Tuesday night.

Attila and I spent Wednesday evening attending his appointment in town and shopping for supplies. He shops for himself at grocery stores, because he eats at least four times as much as I do, and his tastes are quite different than mine. He stocked up on condiments. I think Attila may be the condiment king! He bought sauces, pickled peppers, and olives. I like bland food, Attila loves acidic and hot spicy food. I cook basic recipes and Attila adds his own flavouring. I eat the basic food, and enjoy it. Attila is now stocked up on what he regards as taste bud essentials. I bought a package of mushrooms for myself, which were on sale. Otherwise, everything I need is here at the house.

Yesterday, Wednesday, I attempted to clone and move the Maggie Turner blog. I used a plugin for the server software. It was a complete mess! The plugin rewrote files to a ubiquitous user called nobody, making them inaccessible to me. That necessitated some interaction with the domain host, who adjusted the ownership on the files so I could access them. It took all day, and at the end of the day I was a little bit further behind than I had been in the morning.

Today I finished cleaning up the mess on the server, and abandoned the cloning plugin, choosing instead to do a manual move from the sub-directory to the root. That worked, except that I skipped a step, which caused untold grief. I had to work backwards, back to the beginning, then start again, including the missed step. Everything worked fine, except for a few of the pages. I searched everywhere trying to figure out what the problem was! I even ended up poking around in the mysql database, to see if the field for the url was correct. It was. In the end I tracked it down to the .htaccess file, corrected that, and it all worked as it should.

NEW URL for Maggie Turner: Page by Page is http://www.maggieturner.net

I hadn’t been getting any hits from search engines in the last while, so I decided not to bother with the permanent redirects, except for the main site, and let Google take its time to re-spider the site and correct the records.

Attila has come home, we have eaten a quiet meal of leftovers, and spent the rest of the evening puttering with our respective projects. Attila is tweaking the bathroom floor project. I have done a mountain of dishes. I’ve paid some bills. The evening is beginning to lower, the eggshell blue sky is dappled with clouds, some of them dark, promising overnight rain.

After carefully watching Mist’s activities, I took advantage of her jaunt to stretch her legs. I cleaned my easy chair today, which is now Mist’s easy chair. It was matted with cat hair, and bits of loose litter. Mist sniffed at the clean surface when she returned for her nap, looked disgruntled, settled into the chair, and went to sleep. All is well in Mist’s world tonight.

Just a last little note to say that the cursed auto-correct has ceased to torment me. I did not find one single erroneous word in this entry, not one! Maybe auto-correct got better with the last few operating system updates, or maybe I was successful in disabling it. As long as it stays gone, I don’t need to know what happened to it!

Worldly Distractions


Country House
Date: 7:00 PM EDT Thursday 30 April 2015
Condition: Cloudy
Pressure: 101.2 kPa
Visibility: 16 km
Temperature: 16.5°C
Dewpoint: 6.3°C
Humidity: 51%
Wind: WNW 11 km/h


“Anonymity is the truest expression of altruism.”
Eric Gibson

Heat And Nothing But

The weather forecast predicts cooler weather on the way by the weekend! This morning, despite fans bringing the cooler air into the house, we were unable to lower the internal temperature below 80. The longer a heat wave lasts, the less effective are our strategies to keep the house cool. Although I had a good night’s sleep, with a fan blowing on me all night, Attila did not. I am putting pressure on Attila to install the window air conditioner in the bedroom. A good night’s sleep is essential to weathering through a heat wave!

The last bit of the deck was stained last night, so the first coat has been completed. The second coat will go on while I am away, when I next visit the little house in the city to work on the bathroom there. Hopefully this penetrating stain will last through a winter of snow removal!

Today, since I will once again be sitting quietly, avoiding overheating in this hot muggy weather, time will be spent researching flooring options for the bathroom at the little house in the city. The Restore in that area had a variety of small lot commercial grade linoleum for sale, a year ago. It will be worth a visit to the Restore to see what is in stock this year. The amount of flooring needed for such a small space means that end-of-line and small lot stock will work well. Discounted and discontinued lines of expensive flooring are definitely something to consider.

The window frames at the country house, in the bedroom and the bathroom, have some kind of animal scat on them. It is hard to identify. Larger than mouse droppings, similar shape, but slightly larger, and the shape is not uniform as it is with mouse droppings. The screens are hard to get out, well almost impossible to get out, so removing the scat is difficult. I have sterilized the scat, by spraying it with aqueous oxygen, so that no airborne problems should arise.

Mist and I are barely functioning. A humidex of 41 is just a little too intense for some of us. I have slowed down considerably, my breathing is normal, I am sweating, I am drinking copious amounts of water and I have stopped moving. It is too hot to eat, I couldn’t even consider food in this heat. Dear Mist and I are languishing in the screened in porch. There is shade and a breeze. But the breeze only blows above the level of chairs, as there are closed in walls on the lower half of the screened in porch. I have to raise my arms to feel the breeze, anywhere but my head. Mist seems to find it acceptable out here, she is having a siesta, lying right beside the dish of water I brought out here for her.

The temperature might be more reasonable tomorrow, a high of 28C is predicted, with a humidex of 37C, which will be more bearable than today. Thank goodness for that!

Scat on the window ledge, outside the bedroom and bathroom windows on the second floor of the country house. What animal?
DSCF2547 scat

Attila tells me that there is an unknown species of tiny birds building nests under the eaves of the back shed, nests made out of mud. I wonder if the droppings are from these birds. It is a mystery.

Worldly Distractions



Condition: Partly Cloudy
Pressure: 102.2 kPa
Tendency: falling
Visibility: 16 km
Temperature: 26.5°C
Dewpoint: 24.2°C
Humidity: 87%
Wind: S 17 km/h
Humidex: 41

In the house at 12:15 p.m.
Temperature 28C
Humidity 83%
Humidex 40C


“To see the earth as it truly is, small and blue and beautiful in that eternal silence where it floats, is to see ourselves as riders on the earth together, brothers on that bright loveliness in the eternal cold.”
Archibald MacLeish
1892 – 1982

(Early “spaceship earth” sentiments.)