Not Exact

I moved the furniture around in the living room today, so that sitting in my chair I face the living room windows. Today is sunny and mild, a lovely day for November. My view is of blue sky, tree tops, insects and birds. The birds love the trees in our front yard, there are lots of seeds for them to eat. The insects are caught between the single pane glass windows, and the storm windows; flies and wasps crawl up and down the glass, occasionally taking wing to circle hopefully in the small space between the glass panes. They leave droppings all over the glass, usually around the edges, near the frame, and eventually die and fall to the sill, to join the previous generations of insects who succeeded in entering and failed to exit.

The birds love the red “berries” on the ornamental tree in the front yard. They also like to process those “berries” and leave us with the remains of the day. The front step and walkway are covered with wet black droppings. I love having the birds around, so the mess is a small price to pay for enjoying the company of birds. Our car wears polka dots this time of year.

Medicine is not an exact science. Every doctor I have had the pleasure of interacting with acknowledges this in their own way. What works for one person does not work for another. The best science can come up with are averages, probabilities, and general trends, with few exceptions.

My blood pressure continues to drop towards normal levels. It might have been the apple cider vinegar concoction that is bringing my blood pressure down, there is no way to know with certainty. To check my logic, I played a little game and imagined the solutions were switched. If I had been using the apple cider vinegar/honey mixture for weeks and weeks with no apparent change in my blood pressure levels, and then taken a prescribed pill to reduce the levels, after which my blood pressure levels came down, would I have attributed the change to the affects of the medication. The answer is yes, I would have credited the medication, and I know a doctor would have too, because when I first went on medication for high blood pressure the prescribed pill worked, and the doctor was satisfied that the problem was solved with the medication. So I ask myself, why place any doubt on a home remedy that has behaved exactly as prescribed medications have done in similar circumstances in the past? I will continue to take the medication prescribed by the Dr. at the walk-in clinic, as it may be working in tandem with the apple cider vinegar/honey concoction. When my blood pressure stabilizes at an acceptable level I will do further cautious experiments with the medication, trying to lower to dosage.

Worldly Distractions


Date: 3:00 PM EDT Wednesday 2 November 2016
Condition: Mostly Cloudy
Pressure: 102.0 kPa
Tendency: Falling
Temperature: 14.6°C
Dew point: 12.3°C
Humidity: 86%
Wind: S 17 km/h
Visibility: 19 km


“Every creator painfully experiences the chasm between his inner vision and its ultimate expression.”
Isaac Bashevis Singer
1904 – 1991


These days I find myself checking on Mist with frequency; I watch her and check to see if she is breathing. She is slowing down, and walks stiffly for the first few minutes after rising from her frequent naps. She is happy, when I sit beside her on the sofa she begins to purr. Both Attila and I spend time interacting with her every day; petting and brushing. Every day I spend some time head to head, whistling and blowing little puffs of air at her; she loves it. She is more affectionate than ever.

She is fussier than ever. Every morning she ensures the routines are followed by sitting in strategic places and staring at us. First she sits beside her milk bowl, quietly watching us as we pour our morning coffee, waiting as we add milk to our mugs, and milk to her bowl. Then she wanders over to her water dish below the hanging plants, we call it her jungle juice, waiting for a top up. That done she sits patiently in front of the blinds at the sliding glass door, waiting for them to be drawn open. After we have performed all the daily routines, she wanders off to who knows where to have a little nap, satisfied that the supervision of daily chores is complete.

When we shut down the masonry heater for the summer season it took her a few days to give up sitting in front of it. Eventually she conceded that it was no longer needed, and allowed us to drop the daily firing from the morning routine. She is a generous cat at heart.

Mist and I are having an extremely quiet day. She sleeps, I type, I clean, I putter. The sun shines, the leaflings flutter in the breeze just outside the windows. If I miss anything about our country house, it will be the natural setting, the trees, the owls, the pileated woodpeckers, the foxes, the wild turkeys, the robins, the crows, the deer, the sounds of birds and breezes…

On such a beautiful day I am tempted to regret selling the country house; then I remember November, and December, and January, and February, and March, and April… and the move suddenly makes perfect sense again. Life in the bush isn’t all sunny days and gentle breezes.

Worldly Distractions


Date: 4:00 PM EDT Tuesday 27 May 2014
Condition: Sunny
Pressure: 100.9 kPa
Visibility: 16 km
Temperature: 24.1°C
Dewpoint: 16.4°C
Humidity: 62%
Wind: W 18 gust 32 km/h
Humidex: 29


“Don’t be discouraged by a failure. It can be a positive experience. Failure is, in a sense, the highway to success, inasmuch as every discovery of what is false leads us to seek earnestly after what is true, and every fresh experience points out some form of error which we shall afterwards carefully avoid.”
John Keats
1795 – 1821

Attila & Mist Read The Daily News

An Evening With Attlia and Mist: Reading the News
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This morning the sun was shining! The snow was melting! By mid-afternoon the sky had clouded over, but the snow was still melting. At last, it seems that spring is actually going to arrive.

I am busy in the kitchen today. First thing this morning, after Attila left for work, I was busy adding all the ingredients for baked beans to the crockpot. By dinner time they will be ready for this week’s lunches. After cleaning for a while, I baked two loaves of bread. After that, while the oven was still hot, I mixed up the batter for an Orange Loaf and popped it into the oven. The clean up always takes a little bit longer than the preparation.

Caveat: Cook beans in a crockpot at your own risk, do it the right way. “Dried beans, especially kidney, contain a natural toxin. These toxins are easily destroyed by boiling. Safe steps for preparing would include soaking the beans for 12 hours, rinsing, and then boiling for at least 10 minutes, before adding the beans to a slow cooker.” University of Minnesota Extension

The manual for the new camera is very good. Configuration gets complicated as soon as the dial is moved away from the automated and preset functions. I’ll be sticking with those for the most part. I love to take pictures, but I do not have a passion for light. I think the inspired use of a camera presupposes a passion for light, and the absence of light. Also, I am not sure I can adjust to the restricted way the camera sees the world.

That’s the day then: cooking, baking, learning about the FinePix S4200 camera and working on genealogy sources. Now all that’s left of the day is the eating and reading part.

Worldly Distractions


8 °C
Condition: Sunny
Pressure: 102.0 kPa
Visibility: 16 km
Temperature: 8.3°C
Dewpoint: -2.6°C
Humidity: 46 %
Wind: SE 28 gust 39 km/h


“Once we believe in ourselves we can risk curiosity, wonder, spontaneous delight, or any experience that reveals the human spirit.”
e. e. cummings