The Simple Life, Back to Basics, Urban Homesteading, Gardening, Dogs, and other Random Musings when I really should be doing something else...
Wednesday, 14 July 2021
Kindness everywhere
Tuesday, 6 July 2021
My publisher, Cedar Fort, is having a giveaway for books being published in August, which includes mine, All My Loved Ones.
Thursday, 1 July 2021
Canada Day feels different this year
Ordinarily Canada Day is commemorated with parades and picnics and fireworks. I enjoy celebrating with gratitude the country I have chosen to call home. But lately I've begun to realize that not everyone sees this holiday in the same way. My view has opened up more to others' perspectives. And especially this year, in light of the recent discoveries -- and more to come, I'm sure -- of children's unmarked graves associated with the residential schools, I think Canada Day should be observed differently. And I think it should be a permanent change, to observe the day, not with fireworks, but with prayer. May we learn from this. May we never allow atrocity in this land. May we reach out to those who are hurting. May we stand as a shield against racism and persecution and speak up when something is wrong. May we have the courage to face our roles in the pain others are experiencing. May we heal as a community and draw from the best in each other. May we vow to be better.
Tuesday, 29 June 2021
Thunderstorms
Whenever there is lightning and thunder, Brio turns into a quivering jelly and crawls into bed with me. It's difficult to imagine him as a descendant of intrepid wolves when he's moaning with anxiety, head under the covers.
As for me, I adore thunderstorms. I remember, as a child, listening to the thunder trapped up in the canyon, booming and echoing like cannon fire. I love the ozone smell that comes with rain, the sight of dry cracked earth soaking up water. I remember playing in the gushing gutters and splashing barefoot through wet grass and counting "one-Mississippi" after each flash of lightning until the thunder clap, to calculate how far away it struck.
What happened to that kid who dashed outside to play in the rain? I caught myself the other day climbing out of the swimming pool and hurrying to the house as it started to drizzle, thinking "I might get wet." Um... yeah. That made sense.
I stepped outside at 5:00 this morning to find the sidewalk still damp. It must have rained in the night. The day is already warm and muggy, the mosquitoes in full battle cry, and the new "old" me is already planning to retreat indoors to the air conditioning. They are predicting a thunderstorm this evening, though. Maybe instead of hiding inside, curled up with a book as usual, I should wake up my childhood self and go play.
Wednesday, 16 June 2021
Madness in Mississauga
About three years ago, we had trouble with the cable box up the street, so Rogers rigged up a temporary line for us from a different box around the corner. They had to string it half a block, through the trees, across the back yard, across the back door, and around to the side of the house. It worked fine, but when -- months later -- they got around to fixing it and putting in the permanent cable, we once more experienced problems because of that original box. A few visits and a new modem later, all was fine.
The next summer, the city came through to fix the water mains, removing a chunk of our hedge and inadvertently cutting the Rogers cable. Back to the temporary line through the tree tops. We had it all winter, through hail and high winds, and Rogers finally installed the permanent cable again in the spring.
And then about a month after that, a construction crew working for Alectra dug up our boulevard to update the electrical grid and cut our cable again. Luckily I was working up at the church, because Rogers took a week and a half to respond that time, and people at home had no internet, phone, or TV that whole time. Back to the temporary line through the tree tops.
There followed months of constant construction, with roads and driveways and boulevards destroyed, fixed, and destroyed again when more work had to be done. The road on our corner was dug up and repaved at least three times in the same spot. Obviously someone was not communicating well. Our boulevard became the parking spot for the heavy equipment over the winter, though Alectra assured us they would fix all the damage in the spring. There was a constant roar of trucks and jackhammers and bulldozers and that annoying beeping of vehicles backing up. Finally, in about February, the construction ceased, the bulldozers were hauled away, and we were left with the remains of a battlefield.
Spring came. No sign of Alectra. The boulevards were left in such a state that I couldn't mow without bottoming out in craters or hitting plastic zip ties, chunks of wood, pooled asphalt, strips of metal, or broken pieces of cement.
Last week, after months and months of the temporary line, Rogers finally came and buried the new permanent cable for the third time. And two days later, Alectra sent a crew to rototill the boulevard to prepare it for re-sodding and -- you guessed it -- they cut the cable again. We ran out to show them where the cord was buried, but they basically shrugged, said it wasn't their problem, and rototilled that spot anyway. This time only my neighbour lost her internet and phone, but our cord -- still intact -- was left sprawled on the sidewalk, exposed, a tripping hazard, just asking to be snapped. My husband called Rogers and was told because the cable hadn't actually been cut, they would not send a worker out.
The next day a worker came out anyway. He tested our cable and said it was fine. We explained it was our neighbour whose line was cut, and we showed him the exposed cable lying on the sidewalk and boulevard. He went away again. An hour later a second, different Rogers worker showed up to fix my neighbour's line. And left again, leaving the cable still exposed. (He was just a technician, not a work crew.)
This morning another construction crew showed up and jackhammered out the exact same spot in the road that has already been dug up and repaved three or four times. They've been out there all day, putting down new asphalt over the hole they created.
I expect Alectra's crew will return shortly, I'm sure, to put down the new sod, and then Rogers will come a week or two after that to tear up the new sod and bury the cable again, and at some point I'm going to go berzerk, rip up the remaining sod, plant corn on the boulevard, throw my computer and phone and TV out the window, and become Amish.
Saturday, 5 June 2021
The hubby got creative again
A while ago, my husband saw a flawless light shade that someone was throwing out, and he brought it home, thinking maybe we'd find a use for it at the church. It's been in the garage for months.
Tuesday, 1 June 2021
As the Stay-at-Home order lifts...
It has been almost a year since I wore make-up. I have worn the same five shirts and three pairs of pants for the past 15 months until the fabric is practically see-through. I have had one professional haircut since March 2020. I have gained about ten pounds. I have been waiting for over a year for an appointment with an orthopaedic surgeon. I break into a sweat at the thought of attending the dentist or going to church in person. I have watched every enticing thing on Netflix, much of it in other languages. I have re-done all my puzzles and re-read most of my books. I may never go to a restaurant or movie theatre again. I have missed 15 months' worth of family birthday and holiday get-togethers.
On the other hand, I have established a very satisfactory morning routine, without the former soul-draining 1.5-2 hour commute. I haven't spent $240 a month on transit. I have a comfortable couch. I've turned in four manuscripts. I've invested in an excellent internet service. I'm wishing I had invested in shares in Zoom. I've learned to groom my own dog (sort of). I've practised my Italian and taken a course on doing podcasts. I have started a new hobby of restoring stained glass. I have walked through the countryside so much -- in utter peace and contentment -- that my shoes have worn completely through. I've bravely ordered a new pair of slip-ons online, hoping that they fit. (It feels like gambling, but stores are still closed to in-person shopping.) The constant chatter in my brain has grown more still and quiet. I have finally accepted my inner introvert and given her permission to thrive. I've learned to say no when necessary without guilt.
Life is not going to return to normal. Not if I have any say about it.
