Last of the Summery Days

Summer is definitely over, and autumn is moving right along. It was warm and sticky yesterday, a humidex of 27C wasn’t very comfortable. Some time was spent sitting and watching the wind strip the trees of their orange and yellow glory. Sitting on the porch allows a perusal of the yard, sort of like stopping to smell the roses, but in this case it was stopping to assess the projects. A lawn chair under the tree near the back of the yard had overturned in the wind. It was covered with dead leaves, and was brushed off before bringing it onto the porch and setting it in place for Attila to sit in. All of the white plastic lawn chairs were stacked neatly. The three five gallon pails that littered the porch were collected, cleaned, stacked, and stowed away in Iris the trailer. These pails constitute the benign element of our composting toilet system at the Rideau Camp. The orange one is a backup to use as a toilet, but it is still unused and new. The white one contains peat moss for use with the composting toilet. The blue one is used for various things that do not require that it be sterilized. These buckets will go out to the Rideau Camp in the spring.

Yesterday I decided to read the letter informing us that we were being audited. Attila takes care of the taxes, but he had been dragging his feet on getting this taken care of, and I was beginning to fret about it. I was shocked to read that we had 30 days to respond, and that there were only a few days left to make that response. Obviously Attila dropped the ball on this one. When Attila got home from work we got busy preparing the documents needed for submission. There were quite a few of them, scanned into digital files to submit online. I did all the scanning, there were 26 files with multiple documents in each file. This took hours. When we finally logged in to submit the files, we discovered that only 10 files can be submitted. good God! Back to the drawing board. I ended up converting all the files to pdf format, then downloading software to merge pdf files, then merging files with similar information in them, such as fuel receipts. Finally, I had reduced the number of files to eight, we were ready for submission. Sigh. When we finally logged in to the site, we discovered that each file had to be uploaded separately, with a description. We were both rather weary by the time we clicked on the Submit button! I have my fingers crossed that we got it right and that will be the end of it!

Early this morning Attila loaded the old G4, Apple Display, speakers, and scanner, into Tank. I will be driving to the city to the Restore today, to leave all of this in the ewaste bin, which is open to the public, to remove items for free. I hope someone rescues the system! The living room seems almost bare now that it has been moved out, it took up almost 20% of the floor space, which tells you how little there is.

While I was out and about I dropped off a twin comforter set at the local women’s shelter. It is in excellent condition, freshly washed, and is suitable for a little boy. This comforter set came free, with the free twin bed I found at a local yard sale. We gave the bed away to a single Dad setting up his first apartment with his son, and Attila was using the comforter, but when we bought the duvets, the comforter was no longer needed. While I was at the Women’s Shelter I asked if they needed a twin box spring, and happily they said they could use it, so this evening Attila dragged it out to the car and secured it on the roof racks for the short drive to the shelter.

The weather was wonderful today, a bit chilly, definitely sweater weather, but sunny and breezy and colourful. I enjoyed my drive into the city and home again. It was a good day to be out and driving around, as it is supposed to rain for the next few days.

Worldly Distractions


Date: 9:00 PM EDT Wednesday 19 October 2016
Condition: Partly Cloudy
Pressure: 102.1 kPa
Tendency: rising
Visibility: 24 km
Temperature: 14.4°C
Dewpoint: 12.1°C
Humidity: 86%
Wind: SW 10 km/h


“Human Dignity has gleamed only now and then and here and there, in lonely splendour, throughout the ages, a hope of the better men, never an achievement of the majority.”
James Thurber
1894 – 1961

Having lived a relatively isolated youth, I read avidly, and mistakenly thought that the literature that I read represented the world beyond my experience. Such a disappointment that literature shone a light on the few, while the world was populated by the many.


When Attila arrived home from work on Monday morning, he looked dreadful. Off he went to bed. That was when he admitted to me that he had slept but one hour, since Sunday morning. After sleeping for six hours, up he got, unable to sleep any longer. Today, Tuesday, his sleeping pattern is beginning to settle. He arrived home from work just after dawn this morning, and immediately went to bed and slept for seven hours. Then he was up, and full of energy, unpacking and organizing. He was tired again by 6:00 p.m., so back to bed he went, and slept for another few hours. It will take the whole week I think, for him to catch up with his sleep; he is off to a good start.

Yesterday, Monday, I was completely worn out by early evening. I just stopped, unable to keep going. I too will need time to recover from the big push.

This morning I made a list of things to do. That is when I learned that I had a lot to learn about Attila working nights. He was sleeping in the bedroom. The things I needed to complete some of the items on my list were… in the bedroom where Attila was sleeping. I focused on the projects that did not involve items from behind that closed door to the bedroom. I baked a rhubarb crisp, did the dishes, and paid the bills. Luckily Attila got up briefly, shortly after I completed the doable items on the list, so I quickly gathered the other items I needed, and moved them out of the bedroom, before Attila went back to sleep.

The mail forwarding was finally arranged. Attila missed getting to the Post Office last Saturday, it closed before he reached the village to pick up our things at the storage locker. The employee at the Post Office here, who helped me arrange mail forwarding, advised me to throw away the keys to our former country PO Box. That didn’t seem considerate, so a call was made to the country Post Office, and the Post Master there suggested the keys be sent in the mail to her, and so they were.

The final push of the move resulted in another two big garbage bags full of serviceable items to be donated to the women’s shelter in town. I drove those over this morning, and dropped them off at the shelter. I wish I had more to give them! If I ever win a lottery, I will setup a fund to assist women and their children, to setup a new home with the basic necessities of life. I do not buy lottery tickets though, so that is an empty ambition. If only the thought counted for something tangible!

Two boxes were emptied today. It is getting more difficult, as we have more possessions than will fit into this house. The merging is almost complete, and the serious purging will need to begin.

We are still placing a huge pile of recyclable material for pickup at the curb every week. We also have two pieces of furniture we are trying to give away, with no luck so far. The women’s shelter has no room for it, the men’s shelter has not returned my call, and my ad on FreeCycle has garnered no response thus far. Right now those items are under a tarp in the driveway, as they simply will not fit into the house. Yesterday we gave away a mattress to one of our neighbours, and a solid wood coffee table to another neighbour.

I think that soon our efforts will bring noticeable results, soon, but not for a few days yet.

The raisin scones I made last week, the first baking project after the move.
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Worldly Distractions


Date: 7:00 PM EDT Tuesday 6 October 2015
Condition: Mostly Cloudy
Pressure: 101.7 kPa
Tendency: falling
Visibility: 24 km
Temperature: 14.5°C
Dewpoint: 11.7°C
Humidity: 83%
Wind: SW 11 km/h


“By perseverance the snail reached the ark.”
Charles Haddon Spurgeon
1834 – 1892


This morning we were up and “at em'” at 3:30 a.m., to begin our very first weekend together here at Mist Cottage. That is the time Attila needs to get up for the next two weeks, to accommodate the shift he will be working. Since we retired to bed at 8:30 p.m. last night, we had no trouble waking up so early in the morning.

Today the washing machine will be installed in the basement, in theory. This house has given shelter to people who must have had next to no resources. The renovations that were done here used bits of lumber, and particle board pieces, all patched together to make studs and walls in the basement. This has come to light this morning during the attempt to move the washing machine into the area with plumbing. The last wall of a former mouldy bedroom is being removed, as this entry is being typed. The wall removal includes relocating a light switch and an electrical outlet. Not your usual prep work for installing a washing machine.

Yesterday the plumbing was redone, to accommodate the installation of a washing machine. Of course, one thing leads to another, and the old original kitchen tap began to leak when the water was turned back on. Another project, fix the leaking tap in the kitchen.

Attila has been enjoying himself. The extra preparation work for the washing machine install isn’t bothering him one bit. It is slowing down the project, but there is no hurry to get that done.

Yesterday I reduced the number of food canisters by two, by using the flour and the raisins in the canisters brought here from the country house. I baked raisin scones, a personal favourite of mine. There are more duplicates in the kitchen to merge, which means I will be doing a lot of baking for the next little while.

Terra dropped by yesterday for a chat, just in time for try my fresh baked raisin scones. She mentioned that she was thinking of buying a computer to do graphics. My old G4 desktop has a legal full version of Photoshop and Illustrator, so I offered the computer to her, and she carted away the computer, monitor, keyboard, and two boxes of software. None of the software will run on my newer computers, and I seldom, almost never, use it for anything else, so I am very happy that it is going to a good home.

This morning I gathered together the bits of dishes, and cutlery, and pots, and other kitchen items, all to go to the local women’s shelter. I considered having a lawn sale this morning, but really, for the $20 or so that I would make selling the items, it just doesn’t make sense. A yard sale is a lot of work, and I don’t like doing it. It is more important to me that the items make someone else’s life a little easier.

We filled three big boxes, and headed over to the local women’s shelter with them. They did not want the dishes, as they already had too many, but they were grateful for the other items, and there were a lot of other items. We were grateful that the items will be useful to someone. The dishes will go to a large corporate donation store in the nearby city, the next time I visit. We didn’t get everything into the boxes though, so another box is sitting in a corner ready to receive more duplicate items to pass along.

By mid-morning Attila had the washing machine installed. The first load was his work clothes. Wow, the machine is loud! It makes lots of incredible noises, but I know that soon I will be accustomed to them, and I will no longer notice them. The top loading machine is a little different than the front loading machine, and the clothes seem to be just as clean, and just as wrung out as with the front loader. We can conveniently leave the lid open when the machine is not in use, so that we shouldn’t have the issues with mould that were so persistent with the front loading machine.

I followed up with two loads of linens, and a load of my own clothes. Now the clotheslines are swaying in the breeze with our fresh, clean laundry.

Worldly Distractions


Date: 1:00 PM EDT Thursday 24 September 2015
Condition: Partly Cloudy
Pressure: 102.9 kPa
Tendency: rising
Visibility: 24 km
Temperature: 21.9°C
Dewpoint: 14.4°C
Humidity: 62%
Wind: NE 18 km/h
Humidex: 26


“The meeting of two personalities is like the contact of two chemical substances: if there is any reaction, both are transformed.”
Carl Jung
1875 – 1961