Tuesday, August 30, 2011

Sparrows and a Spaceship Cloud

Bath time in Foam Lake, Sask

One evening in August, she walked north.

Check out my tarot card for today: click here.
I am going to put my hair in curlers. Not!

Monday, August 29, 2011

Coming and Going

At Middle Lake, Sask

Next to Highway #5: a Rest Room for the Ladies

Here in Saskatchewan we go out of our way for travellers.

Open 24 hours!

And speaking of strange sights around the province, Trent Deerhorn has posted a photo of what appears to be an extra-terrestrial east of Saskatoon. Lookee here: click. You'll look twice, for sure.

Don't forget to check out the list of links at the bottom of my webpage here. There's some fun and interesting stuff to be found.

Friday, August 26, 2011

Thursday, August 25, 2011


Beatrix and Birdie.

“Motivation gets you started. Habit keeps you going.” – something like that, Flylady.com

Grimacing through the video Shine Your Sink, an ode to clean kitchens as if they bring with them a host of angels that will help you get to the apparent heaven of a perfect house and orderly life.

And yet, this house is my domain. It’s where I want to be. I want it comfortable, orderly, clean, pleasant. And one must start with the basics, not? And the basics are – food and shelter. Dammit.

Everett's message:
Don't dig up.

Wednesday, August 24, 2011


Junk left between two granaries

It wouldn't hurt to get a truck in here, fill it with old crap and take it to the dump.

Will I ever get around to it? Will Scott?

My guess is: no.

Message from Everett:
Clean up your own messes.

Tuesday, August 23, 2011

When the Day Breaks

Walk with Me

I often drop off my jacket early on.

Occasionally it's just a casual stroll through the old farmyard across the road.

Half the time I head north

That grain elevator is six miles away; see it? Click to enlarge.

My entourage precedes me as we return to the yard

Monday, August 22, 2011

Hot Summer Times

Scott and his brother Bruce bale behind the house

It's super hot and those poor b_sta_ds are out there working in it.
Bruce flexes his muscles in the evening shade
Cathy has just left; thank goodness for air conditioning in vehicles. Here in the house it remains cool enough for now. The slow cooker's been on the go since noon so we won't wholly escape the heat. With luck things will cool down tonight and we can open up all the windows and let the night air waft through.
Cathy heads back to the city

We had a relaxed time of it. Drove Emil to and from town a couple times so he could visit with Cathy here but sleep in his room at the group home. Swapped a tarot card reading for a massage that put me in tiptop shape — sigh ... wonderful. Had company on yesterday's walk, gotta love that. Drank coffee in the mornings, pear cider in the evenings, tea in the afternoons. Need to do this more often.

Sunday, August 21, 2011

One enchanted evening

I'm visiting with my friend Cathy, and all you get is this lousy picture!

Saturday, August 20, 2011

Maggie's Bargain Shop Panties Hang Out

Maggie with her Bargain Shop Panties

Haven't heard the song yet? Watch the music video here: http://www.littlemisshiggins.com.

I've already pointed you to Maggie's blog, right? If I haven't, here it is: Serendipity Doo-Dah.
Maggie and I have known each other since we were young crones.
I mean, crows:
Guess I should speak for myself

Since we hung out in airports and handed out flowers while chanting and dancing.
Bwa Ha Ha Ha!!!!!!!!
Those were the days weren't they my friend?
You laugh -- I recently found out this was a rumour about me around the area.
Too funny.
Maggie and I met when we did a volunteer tour with Katimavik, a youth program sponsored by the federal government.
We share fond memories and good friends.

Friday, August 19, 2011

Hoe-Down Ready

It’s been to Marc and Michelle's wedding and, three weeks later, the piano is home again! It needs a good dusting after riding in the back of a truck, but that didn’t stop me from sitting right down and playing the four songs I have learned. They are simple, with sparse chords, but my fingers remember what to do even when my eyes are frantically lost among the notes I’m reading.

When I slip up, I curse loudly (according to Everett, but what does he know? He doesn’t notice that I also whoop with the pure joy of it); well hey, at age 52, I should be able to play Twinkle Twinkle Little Star without screwing up! The other three selections in my beginner's repertoire? Silent Night, Mine Eyes Have Seen the Glory, and Drink to Me Only with Thine Eyes. Not too impressive, nor do I care. I am having fun. And here’s the amazing part: I can’t sing and play guitar at the same time, but piano? I can chord, play the melody, and sing harmony! How can this be? I don’t know, but it feels good.

Now that the piano's back, I'm ready for the talented people to show up and party. I've got Mom's accordion, and a harmonica, and my bass guitar. Enough to fit everyone up with an instrument and have a kitchen hoe-down.

So far this fairy seems to be keeping the cats out of the flower pot.


You can help starving people -- yes, you can! -- by clicking on this link for The Hunger Site. It takes you to a page where you make one click and voila, more than a cup of food is donated to those who are in such great need right now. You can do it once a day, so bookmark the link and make it a habit. Every little bit helps.

Thursday, August 18, 2011

The Babyest. The Babe. Babeski. Chuk. Nugget.

This is my little sister, Joan. Isn't she cute? Always was, too, right from the first day I saw her. She was a smiley, happy baby as I recall. I was nine when they brought her home from the hospital, and very excited, though disappointed that Mom and Dad —or as she called them, Dum and Mad — didn't listen to me and name her Suzie. Doesn't she look like a Suzie?

She's not a frequent blogger (perhaps that could change if you all go to her site and leave a comment, and for god's sake send something for her photo challenge so she'll stop whining! this week she's asking for your photo of something you can't live without), but when she does post an entry, it's always a good one. In her most recent effort she talks about feeling as if she had a charmed life up until Mom got sick. I can relate to that; when shit happens, suddenly it's brought home, real hard, just how vulnerable we and all our loved ones are. And how if we're smart we'll make the best of the time we have, right now. (October, Joan. I plan to visit you in two months! and maybe this time I'll actually make it.) We all know this, but seem to need to be reminded constantly.

Her husband, who is really still just a baby at age 47, had a heart attack a short while ago, and while he is one of the luckiest men on earth (my sister married him, didn't she? damn right), it's been a shock, an eye-opener, and a hell of a scare for him, for them, and for all of us. Fortunately our Gary has come through with flying colours and now we can all live happily ever after. Amen.

Wednesday, August 17, 2011

Big Wind

This little guy stood in one place long enough for me to get a picture. Quite unusual for them to do, and it's the only one I've seen around here. It's about the size of a robin, and there's nothing in my Birds of Saskatchewan book that looks exactly like it, but my guess is that it's a sandpiper of some sort.

In other news, this is our second windier-than-usual day:

And now one of the yearling cats accompanies me and the dogs on our walk:
He kept up for the entire 2.7 kilometres, too.

And then he and his sister make me curse and grit my teeth when I step out onto the deck and find them curled up together in a flower pot. Right on top of a steel dragonfly I have put there to deter them. They don't seem to notice it.

Tuesday, August 16, 2011

Wasted Mornings

Ol' reliable daylily

Loud thunder woke both Scott and me at 4 a.m. Rain poured down so loudly I thought it must be hail. But my flowers don’t seem damaged today. I took only a quick tour though, as the wind is cold.

Both yesterday morning and this one have been "lost" ones, in that I've been visited by the trusty old migraine and had to take a pill and go back to bed till early afternoon. I have a job that permits me to work around this condition; I know I'm very lucky. And thank god the pills work, given a few hours. Before they came my way, I'd spend the entire day crying and puking while trying to escape the pain by sleeping, which was very difficult to do. Usually I'd have to keep one eye open to make sure the boys were okay, too; fortunately they weren't the kind of small children who get up to no good when left to their own devices.

Also, for the past few months, I haven't had six or eight migraines each month. I've had only three each month. That is a significant improvement that I seem to recall also occurred last summer. Oh well. Shrug. I've never figured this thing out yet, and maybe never will. 

Monday, August 15, 2011

Emil Has Two Favourite Neils

Last weekend we stopped downtown on the way to take Emil back to his place. On the street we saw this fellow, who is one of Emil's favourite people. He doesn't live at the same house as my laddie, but he either comes for meals or drops in to visit fairly often, and he works at the same place.

The lad didn't want to come home this weekend. There was no particular reason to stay there on his days off, he said, but he can, so he will. This is a sign that he is happy there, and that makes me happy. All six residents of his house were taken to the farmers' market on Saturday; maybe he knew that was on the agenda. It would be enough. He loves to go anyplace that he can walk around; if there's food, more's the better.

Next weekend Cathy is coming — yay, Cathy!! — so the spare room will be hers, and Emil, because he doesn't want to sleep on the couch or out in the camper, will likely ask me to bring him out for the day but take him back to town to sleep.

*** New blog alert:
Click here to read Trinkets and Tales.
It's my friend Joanne P's webpage. I've also linked to it in my list of Saskatchewan favourites at the bottom of this page.
Leave her a comment; it will encourage her to continue and I will enjoy that.
And it's all about me, right?
And speaking of Joannes, it sounds like Joanne Bohl ran into a pretty nasty hailstorm on her way home from the city: click here for her description.

I've been catching up on Daniel MacIvor's "Notebook," and his picture on June 6 has spurred me onto posting this one I took yesterday afternoon when Ducky discovered me lying out in the swing under the crabapple tree, the lilacs (watching for what I think was an adult catbird feeding its young one; you only get glimpses through the leaves, they rarely let you see them) and the spruces:
Why, just go ahead and make yourself at home, Ducky.

Go read Daniel MacIvor's biography at the Canadian Encyclopedia. He is one of Canada'a best and most successful playwrights.

Saturday, August 13, 2011

Evening Paradise

The ravine
Is blue and green
Or so she thought.

Look down.
Golden yellow and brown.

We rode our bikes there last night, me and the Shnev.
Sigh. I love summer.

Friday, August 12, 2011

Housecoat Heaven

When I finish work for today (I've changed my office hours to 1 - 5 p.m. so my mornings are free! FREE, I tell you!), I think Everett and I will head into town to do a little laundry.

I used to feel sorry for people who had to do their washing at a laundromat, assuming they couldn't afford a washing machine and dryer. Now I know money has nothing to do with it or, at least, not always. Not that a sizeable influx of money wouldn't be a good thing, but it's the friggin' water situation around here ... grumble grumble grumble... and money will only go partway toward remedying it.

Actually it's not that bad. A person gets used to it and makes do. Like most things, I suppose.

Right now it is 10:30 and I am still sitting here in my housecoat, though have been outside to turn the sprinkler on a section of the flowerbed. Was too lazy to head off on my daily walk when I first got up and will have to do it tonight instead, as the day promises to be hot.

Everett sometimes accompanies me but can't keep up so he either turns back or, at my suggestion, rides a bike alongside, only then I can't keep up with him. Guess I could start jogging, which I've actually been tempted to do lately. Must be a sign I'm getting fit.

In the course of my internet research this afternoon, I came across Tantoo Cardinal's webpage, where she offers a sampling of some excellent videos. Click here to see them.

Thursday, August 11, 2011

We Can See Where I Get My Love of Paper From

My great-grandmother's scrapbook

I am the keeper of May Jones' scrapbook, in which she pasted colourful cut-outs and poems and songs clipped from newspapers.

The cardboard cover and back tie together with green string.

Page one

Gave by M.J. to M.J. on 23rd Nov 1898

Pages 2 and 3

This is among many clippings she didn't get around to pasting in.

May Jones had a stroke when she was in her fifties, and didn't recover. She died before Mom, her first granddaughter, was born.

Wednesday, August 10, 2011

Just Another Day

Morning coffee on back step

Dining room window

On the china cabinet this week


Evening tea on back step

Tuesday, August 9, 2011

Bertie and Elizabeth

King George VI and Queen Elizabeth

This is a tin box Mom had, that she kept sewing supplies in.
And that is that for that. I am off to bed now, in the wee hours.


I finished two books (see them on the right till I get a chance to change the images a little later, and click on the book covers for more information), Shakespeare's Wife and How To Live: A Life of Montaigne in One Easy Question and Twenty Answers (or something like that; I'm sure I never get it right).

I wouldn't recommend the first, which I was so excited to pick up at the library and then was quickly bored to tears. Although the author's research into the lives of everyday women in Shakespeare's time is diligent and from it she deduces what the real story of Ann Hathaway's life, and relationship with Shakespeare, quite likely was ... as opposed to what the historians have made of it, lacking evidence or historical knowledge ... it is still guesswork. Next to nothing is known about Ann Hathaway, and that's that for that. I skimmed through quite a bit of this one, I'm afraid.

As for Montaigne, he was new to me and I am thrilled to have discovered him. He sounds like my kind of guy in many ways— someone who understands that what we know for sure is dick-all and in the long run doesn't really matter anyway. This book about his philosophy of life, his famous collection of essays, and what the centuries have done with them, was not only well worth the read; it will make me search out his work and read it for myself. Also, he thinks like I do when it comes to letters, diaries and journals:

“I set forth a humble and inglorious life; that does not matter. You can tie up all moral philosophy with a common and private life just as well as with a life of richer stuff.”         

✿⊱╮ Don't forget to have a look at today's card and interpretation on my tarot page (see link in column on left, or click here).

Sunday, August 7, 2011


What's this wild thing? It grows in the ditch.

You guys are getting pretty slack when it comes to helping me identify the wild plants around here.
Here's one I can name, because it's not wild:
A two-toned rose, one of five bushes (so far) planted in memory of Mom

Friday, August 5, 2011

Thursday, August 4, 2011

Saving Valentina

With thanks to Schmutzie, who posted this video on her blog.

Joanne, you mentioned the St Marysburg church and I said I’d recently read something about it. You can read it too: Click Here.

Wednesday, August 3, 2011

Wild Things

Spotted a mile or two from our place

I got a short video but it's 22MB, too large to upload to Youtube. Drat.

Can you identify the wildflower that appeared in my herb garden last summer and this?

I've had my nose to the grindstone again this week, content to be indoors when it's so hot. Outside, the weeds are attacked with a stirrup hoe for only 10 minutes at a time — and in this heat, it's enough — whenever some physical activity is required to break up the hours spent in this chair. Maybe the flowerbed will be presentable again by the end of the week; it has gotten away on me yet again, as it does every summer.