Marine Wax

I awoke very early, before first light. Those early hours were a time of quiet contemplation. Challenges, confusion, these are a bigger part of my life right now than peace, contentment and harmony. And yet, lying there in the quiet hours before the light crept into the room, what I mostly felt was acceptance. Acceptance that life is not what I want it to be, what I hoped it could be. Acceptance that challenges and confusion are about movement, the forces of the universe moving in their mysterious ways. No one, no matter how powerful they may be in the society of humans, controls the powers of the universe. Right now, most of what I feel is confusion, not pain, which is a step forward I believe.

What a glorious day! The sun shone brightly all day long, the temperature slowly rose to 15C. The wind blew hard, then settled into an intermittent breeze. Birds sang, squirrels performed acrobatics in trees, rabbits rested and nibbled on morsels in our yard, but not the garden.

There were so many choices on a day like today. Attila suggested going to Rideau Camp, I suggested getting started on the garden here at home, and in the end we stayed here at Mist Cottage.

Attila worked on his garden, digging out the composted soil from the rough compost at the back of the yard, and the compost bin, then adding it to expand the garden plot. Columbines that had grown beside the back step moved from that precarious position to well prepared beds along the fence and in the front yard. Lavender, planted where there was too much shade, was transplanted to a sunnier location.

I spent the day on the ladder, beside Iris the trailer. It took all day to apply the marine wax to the roof. The middle of the roof is tricky, it will not bear my weight, and the reach to the middle is long. To wax the middle section of the roof required standing on the next to top rung of the ladder. Oh so carefully I would ascend the ladder. Oh so carefully I would position my feet on that narrow rung, then lean and lean and lean over to reach the middle of Iris’ roof. Oh so carefully I would descend the ladder, then move it further along to the next section. In this way the entire roof received a well rubbed coat of marine wax. I must say, it looks great!

I stopped short of getting all the waxing done on the roof. The rounded back and front ends of the trailer are too high to reach from the ground, so perhaps tomorrow, or another weekend when Attila is around, I will finish that off. After that the rest of the job can be done standing on dear old terra firma.

The sun has disappeared for the day, slipping behind a few clouds before sinking below the horizon. It is 7:50 p.m. and still quite light out. Attila is still out in his garden. I am enjoying my easy chair, a well earned bit of rest.

Tomorrow, well who knows. Another day like today would not go amiss, weather permitting, that is certain!

Worldly Distractions


Date: 6:00 AM EDT Saturday 5 May 2018
Condition: Mainly Sunny
Pressure: 101.6 kPa
Tendency: Rising
Temperature: 4.6°C
Dew point: 4.1°C
Humidity: 97%
Wind: SSW 9 km/h
Visibility: 24 km


“Whenever evil befalls us, we ought to ask ourselves, after the first suffering, how we can turn it into good. So shall we take occasion, from one bitter root, to raise perhaps many flowers.”
Leigh Hunt
1784 – 1859

Leigh Hunt had an interesting life!

A Happy Day

Diesel and I slept through the worst of the frigid night, warm enough at 16C. The cold snap continues. Attila is holding up well, he was cheerful enough when I talked to him pre-dawn this morning, I could hear the crackling of the fire in the masonry heater as we chatted. Neither abode received any overnight snowfall, for that at least we are grateful. The weather people say the temperatures should begin to rise towards normal by the end of the weekend. We shall see!

Yesterday it snowed most of the day, and the plough went through mid-day. The five inch thick, slushy mess at the end of the driveway needed to be shifted. That would be me! I struggled with it for a few hours and got it cleared. It is getting tricky for me, because the banks near the road are shoulder high now, and that is a long way up for me and my snow shovel. Still, little loads, many times, and eventually the job gets done. No new snow this morning, and the sun is shining, so I have a much appreciated reprieve from shovelling. The kind neighbour across the street has gone south for the next month or so, I surely miss him! I don’t blame him though, Attila and I would love to follow suit.

To keep active, a shopping trip to Walmart was planned. The trip provided a good long walk, cruising up and down the aisles. When my back began to ache, I headed for the checkout, to pay a whole $4.03 for my spinach, bananas, fresh ginger root, and fresh garlic.

Later in the day I grabbed the full compost bucket, and a dustpan, threw on my parka, slipped into my boots, and headed out to the compost at the back of the yard. Attila had shovelled out a path for me, as my last trip was exhausting, battling through knee deep snow. This trip was not nearly so challenging. I dug into the snow at the compost pile with the dustpan, dumped the greenery into it, then used the dustpan to shovel snow back onto it, to prevent the brisk wind gusts from scattering the future soil. As I turned and headed back to the house, I had to stop and enjoy the scene. The wind was brisk and frigid, the sky a brilliant blue, the air clean and invigorating, the naked trees danced with each gust of wind.

And now I am sitting comfortably in my easy chair, and Diesel is nestled comfortably on his human, me. He is a big cat, so in order to type on the keyboard, I have to turn to the side of the chair and reach onto the small table where the computer rests. Diesel watches me, occasionally becoming annoyed with the computer, bunting his head against it hard enough to move it. I persevere, and Diesel forgives me. What happy days that allow these simple pleasures such great importance.

I am looking forward to chatting with Attila later tonight, to hear how his day went, out there in the arctic cold.

Worldly Distractions


Little House in the City

Date: 7:00 AM EST Monday 23 February 2015
Condition: Mostly Cloudy
Pressure: 103.2 kPa
Tendency: rising
Visibility: 16 km
Temperature: -19.3°C
Dewpoint: -24.9°C
Humidity: 62%
Wind: NNW 14 km/h
Wind Chill: -28

Country House

Date: 7:00 AM EST Monday 23 February 2015
Condition: Clear
Pressure: 103.3 kPa
Visibility: 16 km
Temperature: -25.2°C
Dewpoint: -28.5°C
Humidity: 75%
Wind:WNW 9 km/h
Wind Chill: -33


“You better live your best and act your best and think your best today, for today is the sure preparation for tomorrow and all the other tomorrows that follow.”
Harriet Martineau
1802 – 1876