Staring Down the Dirty Laundry

This entry was written yesterday. Somehow the evening slipped past me, must have been moving all that wet laundry hanging on the outside line, to drape it on furniture inside the house.

The country house showing is today. Quite frankly I can’t imagine anyone falling in love with a home in the country during the height of mosquito season, which is upon us. People who grew up in the area will know all about it, and if it is a local person viewing the house, then it will make no difference. But town folk have no practical experience living with mosquito season, and are usually quite surprised by what it entails in rural forested areas in Ontario.

An example of mosquito season, and the local response, comes to mind. Attila and I attend an annual pie social, held at the building where my Great Aunts attended a one room school, and eventually taught in that school. It is where my Mom attended school. The building is owned by an “historical society”, which is really just two families, neighbours, who knew my Granny and Grandpa all their lives. The little “historical society” holds a pie social every year, which we attend. When we arrive the families that live in the area are standing about in the yard, chatting in relaxed groups. As we exit the car, we are usually mobbed by mosquitoes. I make a beeline for the building. The local people don’t even notice the mosquitoes. I used to be like that. I am not like that any more. I have lived in towns and cities for too long now, and lost my natural tolerance for mosquitoes.

Tuesday, June 10, 2015

Time is working its magic, and I think I’ve waded through most of the pain now, at least for this little visit to the dark side of the moon. It comes, and it goes. Just in time too, as the sun decided to peek out from behind the clouds late this evening, after two days of constant rain.

I have been staring down the dirty laundry. Today I lost the battle.

Lets see, I arrived at the little house in the city on May 16th. That would be about three and half weeks ago. I haven’t been doing my laundry.

I haven’t handled my dread of the laundromat in a very mature way you see; I’ve been procrastinating. I’ve avoided the laundromat now for almost three and half weeks, and let me tell you, it was definitely something that was becoming a problem. I considered running up to Walmart to buy additional pairs undies and socks, seriously considered it, to my shame. But today I managed to ignore my feelings, load the two pillowcases full of dirty laundry into the trunk of the car, grab a book, and head down the road towards that temple of cleanliness. The experience is never as bad as the period of avoidance. You would think I would learn to get it over with, earlier rather than later, to lessen the “time of great dread.” But no, I left it until the situation was desperate.

It was still raining when I returned from laundromat with my two pillowcases full of clean, wet clothes. I had considered drying them at the laundromat, but as I sat there I understood that there was no possibility that I would do this. I sat waiting the full 25 minutes of the wash cycle, watching the countdown, anxious to leave through every one of those minutes. So I arrived home with wet laundry. Luckily we have a rope strung across the back porch, under the roof, where I can hang the laundry. I pinned it all up, and was gratified that the rain could not touch it. But it didn’t dry, the humidity was so high, with it raining hard and all.

Hours and hours later, the sun came out. I think it knew I needed it, and responded to my angst. Maybe not. The laundry is still out there, the night approaches, but there are still remnants of sunlight slanting through the tree tops. I may be draping the almost-dry laundry over the furniture for the night, or maybe, just maybe, it will dry before it gets dark.

Such excitement! It has been a big day for me, girding my loins and setting forth for the dreaded laundromat. If I am prudent, I might be able to stretch my clean laundry to last four whole weeks, before I have to go back.

The genealogy book is nearly ready to print a first draft. Every time I think I am ready, some new little issue pops up, holding up the works. This time it was the wrong family recorded as relatives, same names, wrong people. The information was originally provided by another researcher, many years ago, and back then I didn’t peruse it as carefully as I should have, thinking I would get back to it, which I have, today. The head of that family was born in Ireland, not Scotland, and that was the only discrepancy. It took all afternoon to sort it out. If I hadn’t decided to create the extra 62 charts I would not have caught the error. A printed copy will assist me in ferreting out such inconsistencies. There are sure to be some errors that are ultimately overlooked, and included in the book; my goal is to minimize those mistakes.

Attila says there is another house showing tomorrow. This realtor has done well by us, there have been more showings in the past three weeks than we had during both previous years the house was for sale, put together. I would recommend this fellow to anyone, he works hard, and he knows what he is doing. If the house doesn’t sell it won’t be for lack of trying. We keep an eye on the local market, and there is little activity in the real estate market at the moment, nothing has sold near our price point. That could change suddenly though, fingers crossed!

This is a doodle that taught me about resizing. I lost the high resolution for the image, and still do not know how that happened. It inspired me to download the software manual. This image reminds me of “The Princess and the Pea.”
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Worldly Distractions


Date: 7:00 PM EDT Tuesday 9 June 2015
Condition: Mostly Cloudy
Pressure: 100.6 kPa
Tendency: rising
Visibility: 24 km
Temperature: 14.4°C
Dewpoint: 13.9°C
Humidity: 97%
Wind: S 12 km/h


“The human heart is like a ship on a stormy sea driven about by winds blowing from all four corners of heaven.”
Martin Luther (1483 – 1546)

I am not bored yet!

Wednesday, May 20, 2105

Today I sold the bunk beds in the second bedroom, to the neighbour, for their two small sons. I sold it to her for 1/3 of what I paid for them, and they were used only twice. She dismantled it and carried it home, with a small bit of assistance from me.

That cleared up a lot of space in the second bedroom.

The other project that was tackled today was organizing the canning equipment. The empty jars were to be stored down in the basement, so there was a lot of “up and down the stairs” in my day. My knees were very sore at the end of the day.

The rhubarb in our garden is doing well, so I picked some of the larger stalks to stew. There is nothing like fresh produce from your own garden.

A realtor came through the country house this evening, with prospective buyers.

Thursday, May 21, 2015

We have been renovating at the little house in the city for five years now. During that time we have “put up” with a lot of chaos, and temporary solutions to domestic comfort. On this stay at the little house in the city, I have begun the task of taking the chaos in hand.

On Thursday I spent over eight hours emptying the hall closet. It is the only closet in the house. It has been the central storage place for tools and materials for the last five years. Attila could find things in there, most of the time, but it was getting to the point where it was time consuming to find the tools we needed.

Part of emptying the closet was dealing with the hundreds of plugs, screws, washers, nails, and little bits of useful metal, that were spilled all over the shelves. The job of picking up all of these items was made extra miserable because they were mixed with copious amounts of sawdust, and, well, mouse poop. Lots and lots of mouse poop. We have evicted the mice, but they left their calling cards.

I began the clean up with a pump spray bottle of hydrogen peroxide. I sprayed every layer of tools that I removed from the cupboard. And when I got to the almost bare shelves, covered with a thin layer of sawdust, mouse poop, and little metal and plastic bits, I gave it an extra good spraying.

Once I had removed all of the items from the cupboard, including the objectionable elements, I washed it from top to bottom with hot water and soap and bleach.

After letting everything dry, I organized all of the items and returned them to the cupboard. Now I can find anything I need in there!

I pushed myself, finishing the job after 10 p.m., after which I collapsed into bed.

Friday, May 22, 2015

Today Terra texted me and asked if I could “babysit” her, while Lares went out and attended to necessary things away from home. Of course I said yes. We had a lovely visit, she is still on heavy pain medication and can become quite dizzy while standing. So we lay in her bed and chatted, watched a movie, and chatted some more. I had a lovely time, and when Lares came home he BBQ’d some hamburgers, while Terra ventured downstairs to warm up some tomato soup. Then Lares got busy with burlap to cover up their extensive gardens, because there was a frost warning.

I headed home before dark, to cover my newly planted tomatoes, lavender, and portulaca. The sheet of plastic I had wasn’t quite long enough to go over all the tomato plants, so I grabbed a plastic tablecloth and used that as well. I used clothes pins to attache the plastic and the tablecloth to the wire tomato baskets, and secured the ends by laying heavy pieces of lumber on the edges of the plastic, on the ground. The portulaca is in a little raised bed at the front of the house. I used a plastic wash basin and a vegetable drawer saved from an old refrigerator, to cover it. It looked terrible, but it did the job.

Saturday, May 23, 2015

We got our frost last night! It looks like there was no damage.

Our dining area in the kitchen overlooks the bedroom window of the house next door. This means that when I am gazing out the window at the trees, I am also aware of the visual opening into the house next door. And I am aware that I can be observed from that window, which I don’t care for much.

I had purchased some inexpensive plastic film, designed to be applied to windows for privacy. I measured and cut, and then applied the film to the windows. I now have the privacy I crave, and the light can still shine into the room. It does seem a little bit “institutional” to me, I will have to wait and see if I get used to it.

The window in the dining area, the light comes in, and you cannot see in!

Attila and I have a lot of linens. There are towels that Attila’s Mom gave him when he left home to go to university; they may be antiques. There are towels that the cat has clawed and pulled, less than pretty, but still functional. There are sets of towels that I don’t even remember where they came from. We also have quite an assortment of old sheets, and pillow cases, and tea towels, and odd sized bits and pieces that I can’t bear to throw out yet, although I have no earthly use for them. The older towels, and odd sized linens, filled to bursting a 63 litre tote. A second tote was filled with new unused sets of towels, facecloths, and dishcloths. What amazes me is that we also have a linen closet at the country house, that is full to bursting. If we manage to move to the little house, I will wait until the dust has settled and sort through all of these linens, and purge, purge, purge.

Attila worked today. We spoke late in the afternoon, over FaceTime. He is working on the gardens at the country house, which do need attention. One of the projects he started years ago is a granite pathway into the forest. It is almost complete now, I think he will finish it tomorrow.

Tomorrow I am thinking of attempting to cut the grass in the front yard, here a the little house in the city. My knee is still bothering me a bit, but I am hoping that if I take painkillers, and wear my knee brace, and take things very slowly, I might just manage to get the job done. We shall see!

Attila tells me we have another realtor coming this week to show the country house.

Sunday, May 24, 2015

Today I mowed the lawn! All of it! It took all morning, which is about three hours of hard work. I took two breaks, long enough to cool down, and feel relaxed, before starting again.

Then I watered the plants. That is when I discovered that four of the tomato plants were killed by the frost we had on Friday night. They were near the edge of the plastic covering. I will need to go out and buy another four plants.

I was very hot when I finished all my yard chores, so i came inside and hopped in the shower. That felt so good!

I am not sure what I will do with the rest of my day, but I plan on taking it relatively easy, so as not to strain my arthritic knee, or my back, or… well, there is a lot that can hurt on this old body, so I’ll just take it easy!

Worldly Distractions


Little House in the City
8:00 PM EDT Saturday 23 May 2015
Condition: Mainly Sunny
Pressure: 102.5 kPa
Tendency: falling
Visibility: 24 km
Temperature: 8.5°C
Dewpoint: 3.6°C
Humidity: 71%
Wind: S 17 km/h

Country House
Date: 8:00 PM EDT Saturday 23 May 2015
Condition: Sunny
Pressure: 102.2 kPa
Visibility: 16 km
Temperature: 18.0°C
Dewpoint: 0.8°C
Humidity: 31%
Wind: SW 17 km/h


“Better by far you should forget and smile than you should remember and be sad.”
Christina Rossetti
1830 – 1894