The Young Man And The White Laundry Basket

When just don’t know what to do with myself, I write.

The day was sunny. That was nice. The day was above freezing. That was nice. All the snow is gone. That is nice.

It is bug season here at Mist Cottage. Bug season is a precursor of spring, which as it happens, arrives on Tuesday of this coming week. Not a moment too soon.

I took Friday as a “sick day”. I stayed in my pyjamas all day. I curled up in my chair, with my crocheted blanket wrapped around me. I read, I ate, I sipped tea, I gazed out the window at the trees and the sky, I dozed off. The computers remained unused and silent all day long. The telephones did not ring, nor did I call anyone. It was good to spend a day contemplating life, the universe, and everything. The funny part of it was, I assumed that because I dozed off and on, that I would have a difficult time sleeping on Friday night. Such was not the case. I retired at my usual time, and immediately fell into a restful sleep, awaking at 4:00 a.m., which now, with my altered sleep patterns, I consider sleeping in.

On Friday, during the day, I happened to be looking out the living room window, when I spied an unknown young man, he could have been a teenager, he might have been 25, I can’t tell anymore, walking up the street from the scarred land that is being cleared at the end of the street. He was carrying a white laundry basket. It contained unidentified items, none of which were fabric. I didn’t recognize him, which is still of some relevance, as this is still a short dead end street. By this time next year the street will be full of strangers, more than 50 new families in rental units, all the foot traffic and all the vehicles, needing this narrow little street to reach, or to leave, their homes.

Back to the young man with the laundry basket. I wonder where he came from, and where he was going. Did he have some sort of secret place in the woods, where he kept “stuff”, which he wanted to remove before the rest of the trees were felled? Was he crossing the chewed up land as a short cut, moving some sort of gear from one house to another? He does not live in this neighbourhood, I know that much.

The weekend has been quiet and uneventful. Uneventful is as good as it gets these days, and considering the state of the world, it behoves me to be grateful for finding myself in such a context, even if it isn’t what I would like it to be.

Worldly Distractions


Date: 8:00 PM EDT Sunday 11 March 2018
Condition: Mainly Clear
Pressure: 102.1 kPa
Tendency: Rising
Temperature: -1.7°C
Dew point: -4.5°C
Humidity: 81%
Wind: SSW 17 km/h
Wind Chill: -7
Visibility: 24 km


“There is nothing in which the birds differ more from man than the way in which they can build and yet leave a landscape as it was before.”
Robert Lynd
1879 – 1949

Sick Day

Today is a sick day; I began to feeling not quite myself yesterday. Nausea, abdominal cramps, hot and cold sweats, shortness of breath… no fever. Luckily the air conditioner was installed in the bedroom window last night and I am able to sit in a relatively cool room with low humidity. The symptoms get worse when I venture out into the rest of the house, so I don’t. Still drinking copious amounts of water. Eating is extremely unpleasant, so not doing much of that. I have never been able to physically tolerate heat and humidity, and as I get older I have less tolerance; a fact, not a complaint.

Attila called to touch base in the afternoon. Although it is unfortunate that others are suffering as I am, the news that some of the people he works with are suffering the same symptoms is a bit of a relief. It isn’t just me, or my age, other people are finding the extreme weather is taking a toll on their health.

Thunder and rain visited this morning. The temperature is still 27C in the house, the humidity is around 83%, it is very unpleasant. The temperature outdoors is lower than indoors, as is the humidity, so the windows are open.

Terra is not feeling well right now, she has an infection and is on antibiotics.

Attila’s skin is healing, almost miraculously! The tepid baths, followed by the application of coconut oil are doing the trick. The itching is now minimal, despite the current heat wave. Sweet relief for him; and I have my Attila, the man I know and love, back again.

The heat wave has had adverse effects on all of us, to varying degrees.

Tomorrow is the last day predicted to be uncomfortably hot and humid. So just today and tomorrow to get through, and two more nights of misery to maneuver.

Worldly Distractions


Pressure: 101.7 kPa
Visibility: 16 km
Temperature: 25.1°C
Dewpoint: 21.5°C
Humidity: 80%
Wind: WNW 9 km/h
Humidex: 34


“Under certain circumstances, profanity provides a relief denied even to prayer.”
Mark Twain
1835 – 1910