An Open Window

There is nothing like an open window to make a day peaceful. It doesn’t matter that in the distance there are hammers hammering, diggers digging, men shouting, radios playing, trucks on the highway humming… it doesn’t matter. What I mostly hear is the wind in the leaves, the cooing of the rock dove outside the window. The peaceful sounds are accompanied by a light breeze playing through the house, curtains billowing then resting with a sigh, and the sight of white clouds in a blue sky.

Now, all that is needed here is a night rain, long and steady, to give the gasping landscape relief.

After recently upgrading our internet connection to an unlimited account, to avoid paying for over usage, which is outrageously costly, I noticed while looking at the most recent bill, that the account number didn’t seem right. Sure enough, they changed it! But, since upgrading the account a payment had been made to the old account number. Carefully checking the previous bill, the payment had been processed as it should have been. A call to the company revealed that there was a short grace period where payments to the previous account numbers would transferred to the new account. Well, it is a good thing I noticed! There were no clues in the bill that this change had occurred, and it was not an easy catch to notice it, those long account numbers aren’t usually read. I caught it though, and updated the payment process. Dodged that bullet!

This evening a load of rotting mouldy wood was on its way to the dump. There will be a charge for this, but it was decided that even though the wood could be taken to the Rideau Camp for a camp fire, the journey with the material in the back of Tank would be extremely unpleasant, the smell is very strong. As well, there are drought conditions here, and it would be very ill advised to have a campfire, even if they are not yet banned. So the dump it was.

Whether canned goods are being processed in lower quality containers, or the can opener suddenly wore out, opening cans had become an ordeal. The final straw came about a week ago, when I suffered two deep cuts to my hands while attempting to open a can. The cuts are still not completely healed. So, after a short bit of research, a new can opener was ordered, and it arrived a few days ago. Wow, what a difference, the new can opener, a ZYLISS, works like a charm. The problem must have been with the old can opener, it had just worn out. The need to avoid canned goods due to the difficulty in opening them has ended. I feel like a new woman.

Earlier in the month the pepper mill stopped working, replaced by a Peugeot, made affordable only because it was temporarily on sale at a significant discount.

It’s the little things, the things that you interact with every day, or often, where you appreciate small but significant changes. Almost every day I use either the pepper mill, or the can opener, and every day that I do, I notice how well the new tools work.

A modest investment has provided a large amount of pleasure.

Attila and I were craving pizza last night. Nope, not gonna make pizza right now, so that craving will have be put on hold. Instead Nachos, with Guacamole on the side, were prepared and enjoyed. A quick and nutritious dinner. And tonight it is a bowl of hearty Vegetable Soup. But that pizza is still on my mind!

Worldly Distractions


Date: 1:00 PM EDT Wednesday 18 July 2018
Condition: Partly Cloudy
Pressure: 101.7 kPa
Tendency: Falling
Temperature: 22.1°C
Dew point: 6.2°C
Humidity: 35%
Wind: NW 11 km/h
Visibility: 24 km


“We touch other peoples lives simply by existing.”
J. K. Rowling

Last Morning Fire in the Masonry Heater

This morning we burned the last fire in the masonry heater, for this season. If we need heat in the next few weeks, we will build a fire in the little cast iron stove in the basement. Hopefully we will not need to do that, but you never know.

The last two nights I’ve slept with the window open. What joy, to hear the night sounds in the quiet of the night.

On my walk this morning I noted that the flood waters are down, ever so slightly. We are well above the flood plain, thank goodness. Not only is the house dry, but the septic system is above the flood waters and so functions as it should. The septic systems are a big part of the problem with flooding.

Here it is, the last day of April. For the first time since we moved here, we have needed to keep the masonry heater fired, until the very end of April. That is a long heating season, October to April, inclusive.

I am drying laundry on a rack on the deck; the first outdoor drying of the season. I enjoy it. Today is cloudy, but it is unlikely that it will rain. I may have to finish drying in the electric dryer tonight, as without the sun clothes drying takes a lot longer.

The “job” I have is now officially ridiculous. When a three hour shift is available, the people who fill in are now offered ONE HOUR of work. Doesn’t cover the cost of transportation; and it takes longer to travel to the job and back than it does to complete the shift. This “employer” calls itself one of the “best employers in Canada”. I beg to differ.

Today I am still making multiple calls to that government agency, and I am still being told that due to call volume, I will not be connected. I won’t give up; mostly because I can’t.

Last night I woke myself up from a recurring nightmare by singing to a demon. I am not a melodious singer, but really!

What I saw on my walk today.

Worldly Distractions


Condition: Cloudy
Pressure: 102.0 kPa
Visibility: 16 km
Temperature: 17.0°C
Dewpoint: 12.1°C
Humidity: 73%
Wind: SSE 21 km/h


“An expert is a person who has made all the mistakes that can be made in a very narrow field.”
Niels Bohr
1885 – 1962

Open Windows

A Robin from Forty Feet
Robin 2013 april

Thunder booms, lightning flashes, rain pours from the sky, the metal roof hums in the falling rain. We are experiencing our first thunder storm of the season! I think of Attila working out of doors, and I shiver.

The snow is very patchy, but still very deep in spots. Yesterday I took a little walk towards the back of the property and sank in snow deeper than my boots. I got a “soaker”! It won’t be long though, until even the deep snow will be gone.

This morning Mist was in a mood. She decided she wanted the blinds opened. I do not open the blinks until dawn, so since it was still dark Mist did not get her way. Attila assured her that my affection for him would magically open the blinds when he left for work, as I would wave goodbye. Mist did not care, she was miffed.

While the morning was wet, the afternoon was merely cloudy; and warm. For the first time this spring I have windows open. The fresh air is wandering through the house, sniffing in all the corners, leaving freshness behind. I can hear the wind in the pines. I can hear the birds calling to each other. I can hear the hum of distant traffic on tarmac. It is all familiar and welcome.

The book Cane River has my complete attention at the moment. I borrowed it from the library on my Kobo. When I become entangled in the web of a book, I find myself thinking of the story at odd moments, and sometimes stopping as I bend my head to a task, wondering where I left the Kobo, suddenly wanting to read more of the story, hear more in my head.

The first fruit and vegetable basket was picked up in town today. I arrived at the allotted time, but the delivery truck was 45 minutes late. I decided to wait, rather than spend my fuel getting home, only to have to come back again. Attila has yet to determine if the box of fresh fruit and vegetable will be economical. Certainly if my time is worth anything, it will not be. But today I had time, so it was not wasted, and will not be tallied into the cost. I placed the entire contents of the basket on the counter and took a photo, so that Attila has an accurate record to figure from. It seemed a lot simpler to take a photo than to make a list.

The genealogy sources continue to occupy chunks of time. I am working my way through the sources for my GGG Grandmother and GGG Aunts and GGG Uncles. Most of the research was done with microfilm and microfiche, in libraries, through interlibrary loans. It is so different now, with so much available online. It is easy to find copies of the referenced documents to verify the accuracy of my data and to create a proper source for each bit of information for each person. So far, I have found two errors that I made over the years of hurried research, both of which have now been corrected.

Worldly Distractions


21°C °C
Condition: Sunny
Pressure: 100.3 kPa
Visibility: 16 km
Temperature: 20.8°C
Dewpoint: 13.8°C
Humidity: 64%
Wind: S 43 gust 54 km/h


“Security is mostly a superstition. It does not exist in nature…. Life is either a daring adventure or nothing.”
Helen Keller
1880 – 1968