[Sat] Before Rain and Snow

evening walk

I hate WordPress so bad right now. Oh sure it’s probably me mucking up somehow. Sure it is. Although you might think that if it was me, I’d’ve been mucking up the same way for the past years too wouldn’t you? Seriously it’s enough to put a girl off her cud. I’ll have to leave you with this old journal excerpt because I can’t be bothered to muck about with WordPress one more moment today. 

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April 1999:

Emil is getting so big! He stands to my shoulders, feels large when I hug him, and still has the flabby belly he grew after his last surgery, when he sat in a wheelchair for so long.

Two of his teeth came out today — one regular and one molar, side by side — so he has put them both into a glass of water and is looking forward to the tooth fairy’s visit.

“I wonder what she’ll leave me,” he said. “Maybe candy, or maybe money.”

“Which do you want more?’ I asked.

“Money” was his firm reply. Then, “Mom, why can’t I see the tooth fairy when she comes?”

“Because she’s imaginary.”

“Well it would be nice to see her.”

I guess he doesn’t know what ‘imaginary’ means, really, He likes to pretend there really is a Santa, though I’ve told him it’s parents who buy the Xmas gifts and that Santa is imaginary.

“But I saw him at the store! He’s real!”

(Emil was 10 years old, turning 11 the following month.)

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More that day:

Lately I check my email and go to my favourite journal sites, but nothing much really excites me. It’s slightly disappointing. Maybe the novelty is wearing off, finally, after a year on the internet.

(Ha! This made me laugh out loud.)

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What am I writing here, a history book? First it’s 20-some years ago, now it’s 90:

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90 Years Ago
April 1, 1931
MARGO: Miss E. Kinghorn, school
nurse from the department of public
health, made a professional visit
to the various rooms of the Margo
school. The good work of the school
nurses has in the past been largely
nullified because of expensive doctors’
fees. This should no longer prove a
barrier to effective remedy since the
municipal doctor is practically free.
-Looking Back, Wadena News

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[Fri2] One More Wee Testy

“Breathe,” he said. “Breathe in. Now hold it. Now out.”

“I’m all right.”

“Sure you are.”

“I don’t know what’s the matter.”

“The shock,” he said matter-of-factly.

“I’m not like this.”

“Look at the horizon. That helps too.”

Hateship, Courtship, Loveship, Marriage, by Alice Munro

[Fri] Posting by Email

Slept okay but my arm aches a bit after getting the vaccination yesterday. The nurse inserted the needle, then took it out because I have a “small arm” and poked me with a smaller one. I felt my muscle contract around the tip.

I got tested as well when I saw they had set up a walk-in clinic next door. That was more uncomfortable than the shot, but neither lasted long.

Wadena was really busy, lots of people coming to their appointments, and this pleased me.

https://goldengrainfarm.blogspot.com/2011/04/snows-going-fast.html

10 years ago, a lot more snow

What a difference in snow cover between 10 years ago and today. At the Golden Grain Farm link, the photos show a lot of snow remaining. Today there is very little; the photo here shows the same garden space in our back yard. The farmers are worried, so we all should be. We like to eat.

I dressed warm – tuque covering my ears, dickie protecting my pencil-neck, suede gloves — and still the wind is too cool to be enjoyable. I walked north just past the trees of our yard, when the wind hit. I turned back and passed our driveway entrance but only so far as where the wind struck hard again. Retracing my steps I then veered into the second driveway, the grassy one on the south side of our house, and came in via the backyard, up onto the step and into the peaceful warm porch. I’ll go again later when, I hope, it’s not so cold.

Emil’s coming out today. He requested permission to go to Everett’s again but was refused; we are second choice. This will be his first weekend out here since October.

Now to see how this worked.

[Thurs] Cowlicks, Teeth, and Horses

“Three cowlicks,” said my hairdresser. “You have three cowlicks.”
This explains the stubborn unruliness of my hair when it’s short, as it has been since Emil was a year old and I had it cut into a “long shag,” which is how I should have it done next time.
This morning as I peered at it in the bathroom mirror, deciding whether it was bent and malformed enough to need soaking before I head to town for my vaccination, I wondered what a cowlick actually is.

cow•lick kou′lĭk″►

  • n.A projecting tuft of hair on the head that grows in a different direction from the rest of the hair and will not lie flat.
  • n.A tuft of hair which presents the appearance of hair that has been licked by a cow, as on herself or on a calf, out of its proper position and natural direction. Also called calf-lick.
  • n.plural The snowdrop-tree, Mohrodendron dipterum.

Okay, but what causes them? Apparently they form in utero. Many people have at least one.

That’s about as far as my enquiries go. I have three, a reflection of how stubbornly unruly I can be.

What I’m seeing in the morning mirror can’t be blamed on my cowlicks, though. It’s the fault of my pillow overnight.

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March 1999:
Everett told Mom there was something stuck between her teeth.
“Where?” she said, picking at them.
He pointed.
“Here?” she said, taking her false teeth out.
“EEEEEEEE!” he screamed, running away down the hall.

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This month’s charitable donation, ready to be stamped and dropped into the mailbox. See horseshit.ca if you haven’t heard what it’s all about — the inhumane shipping of Canadian horses to Japan for slaughter.

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[Wed] And a Fine Good Morning to You

What a perfect evening it was. Sweetlight. Virtually windless. Duckie clearly happy to be prancing down the road in comfortable weather.

Duckie is a dog that rarely barks. He’s small but not yappy, and friendly to everyone. He has chased moose away from me a number of times, and makes a racing loop around the barn cats just for fun.

Last night on the road south of the yard, he took to a determined barking at something in the field to the east. I couldn’t see or hear anything, and we are sure Duckie is deaf as a post. Maybe he smelled something he wanted to alert me to. It’s not as if there has never been a mountain lion in the area. I took his upset as a warning and turned back toward home.

shadows

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March 1999: Wisdom gleaned from Clarence, a fellow student: Talk with your kids and never judge what they say as being stupid, or they won’t talk to you. Sometimes you’ll have to bite your tongue.

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