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Still Sandy in 1911

There are library shelves at both the offices where I work, and I borrow books from time to time. Last week I noticed a set of cassettes for The Pillars of the Earth and grabbed the box to listen to while driving to and from home.

I got as far as Side 1 of the second tape on my way to Kuroki yesterday, and then came a rape scene. I listened as long as I could, hoping something would happen to stop it and bash the hell out of the offender, but it was too upsetting. I popped the cassette out and will return the set.

We started watching the Fargo TV series lately and that, too, I’ve abandoned. People get hurt or even just threatened. There is violence and gore. I don’t like it and don’t want to watch it. I get tense. Who needs it.

AC has recommended Unforgotten on his blog; we’ll check it out. I’m a fan of British mysteries. They don’t glamorize torture and death. They don’t bore me with long, drawn-out action scenes.


Last night I stepped onto the landing and saw this over the trees that line the west side of our yard:


It was enough to make me walk across the lawn in my “house” shoes to get a better look from the driveway:

cloud 2

Shortly afterward, we got a spurt of hard rain and two shots of pea-sized hail. We’re desperate for the rain and it wasn’t enough. I’ve yet to go out this morning and see what damage was done to my flowers. The delphiniums are still standing tall — they can be seen from the window — so it shouldn’t be too bad.


Looking Back
July 6, 1911
MARGO: The big fish in Sandy
Lake show excellent disposition to
bite these days. It is no trouble to get
ten or a dozen beauties in an hour or
Wadena News


Margo Lake, just south of my home town, used to be called Sandy Lake. I’m not sure exactly when the name was changed, but there’s a story about a Metis girl or woman named Margot being murdered by the lake once upon a time, and it’s said the lake and village were named after her.


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“Speaking of good tips,” …

… she says to herself, reading a comment on a recent entry, “the one about applying glue stick to an insect bite was a good one.”

It did help more, and more quickly, than the expensive salve the drugstore sold me. Thanks again, Aja; that’s one I won’t forget.


She’d been gifted a certificate for a pedicure and had used it before driving down here to pick up her beef and spend time with me at the lake last month.

The nails had been painted. “I like to see them that way,” she said. “Pretty.”

I agreed and knew exactly what Shelly meant. I wear a silver toe ring and have for years, though I believe they’re far from stylish these days. I leave it there because a) I’ve basically forgotten about it; it’s part of the scenery now, and b) I like shiny things, and I like to see pretty things on my feet.

I took a page out of Shelly’s book after she left. I bought nail polish and gave myself a layman’s pedicure and now enjoy the sight of my toes even more.


Is that a “girl” thing?


Looking Back

June 27, 2001
KUROKI: While out for a leisurely
drive one day last week, Lil and
Maurice Evans spotted a black bear
crossing old No. 5 highway behind
Gordon Sill’s property. The bear
crossed the road, then went into an
alfalfa field on the Sill property.
Wadena News

I still have not seen a bear around this countryside, and I’ve lived here (as an adult) 19 years and counting. There was even one in the next yard, a quarter-mile (or less) from here. Not that I want to see one when I’m out walking, or even when I’m not — because it would keep me from walking if I saw it near here. Bad enough we know there are cougars about — and those, we’ve seen.


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Yelling at Horses


Phone: “I can’t reach anyone at the other place. Would you drive over and give Bruce a message?”

I found Bruce and his mother weeding their vegetable garden, and came home with some fresh dill. I’ve frozen it.

Wild yarrow growing in the perennial bed is yanked out unceremoniously, unless it’s reached full flowering. Then I snip off the stem with its blossoms and bring them in to dry.

The other day Scott pointed out a wild plant in the yard that looks similar to yarrow but has a different leaf and flower. “That doesn’t sound very similar,” you may say, and you’d be right. But I still think it’s yarrow of some sort.

I brought it in and hung it to dry near the porch window with the rest.

Wild yarrow is good for a lot of things, but especially relief from colds and flus. We use it as a tea whenever one of us starts feeling under the weather. It’s supposed to kickstart the immune system.

The one on the left is the stuff I know is yarrow; the one on the right is the one that is related.


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Kelvington Radio
June 29, 1951
LINTLAW: J. Sauers our “Water
Man” has gone modern, having
purchased a new red truck in which
he delivers the water to Lintlaw
residents. Jake says the air will be
less blue now that he doesn’t have to
yell at the horses.
Wadena News


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It’s My Blog and I’ll Say What I Want

There’s a lot of frothing at the mouth around here when it comes to the current prime minister or his late father. I don’t really get it; it seems to me an unreasonable personal hatred of both men. It’s one thing to disagree with their politics, but beyond that is plain disturbing. I understand one’s stomach being turned — my reaction to tRump — but don’t see any realistic comparison whatsoever between, for example, the two. 

Those who like to rant will ignorantly equate J. Trudeau to Hitler; that kind of thing. Clearly they aren’t well educated about history or even current events, but of course they will have their say! 

This is the kind of thing you’ll see:


And frankly I hope people realize that not all Saskatchewan people think this way and don’t deserve to be tarred by the redneck brush. I’ve never been a Conservative or Liberal supporter, as my political leanings are decidedly left (government should serve all the citizens, especially the poor, instead of catering to the rich ones), but it seems to me that J. Trudeau’s heart is in the right place, which is more than I can say for some. I’m certainly not dissatisfied by the way the federal government has handled the pandemic situation. Imperfect as its actions may have been, I doubt any other government would have done better. I’m pretty sure they’d’ve done worse.

I also hear outrageous stories spread around by otherwise intelligent (I used to think) people who read right-wing news and listen to right-wing radio and TV, and I can’t help thinking it incredible that they actually believe some of the shit they are lapping up like starving dogs. It puts me in fear for this country and the world, that there are so many people who don’t practise critical thinking. 

If I hear one more person talking about something they heard on Fox News as the absolute truth, I may bite off my tongue.


Of course it’s only a coincidence that yesterday I posted a picture of wood carvings, and this month four years ago, the picture at the top is of a carving. Still …


Looking Back
June 25, 1941

PASWEGIN: Mr. Magnusson,
the Wheat Pool superintendent, of
Wadena, was here during the week
looking for wheat mites. Although
the elevator here is not suffering from
the pests, other places have them and
they have to be killed with gas.
Wadena News


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Hogmanay, Hoosegaw, and Bertold Brecht

The title is just words that have popped into my head for no apparent reason lately. I’ve started thinking maybe I should consider them for writing topics. Maybe my subconscious is throwing up ideas.


Pixie mentioned my toe in yesterday’s comments, and I had to look at the entry to see what she meant. Ah! The insect bites on my foot. They are driving me CRAZY. Seriously. I don’t think I’ve ever had a mosquito bite that bothered me this much. Just putting my shoes on irritates them, and then me. There are two bites in one spot that must be a very tender place. I hope that’s the reason. I mean, if mosquito bites are going to be this crazy-making going forward, I’m in trouble. A few minutes ago I slipped into shoes to go out and set the sprinkler on for the flower garden, and now I’m paying. FARta!


Scott suggests that I write and post photos as if he doesn’t exist, so for heaven’s sake if you see or speak to him, don’t mention that you know what he’s been doing! (Just kidding; I’ll write what I want, keeping in mind his request to respect his privacy and doing my best, but not pretending I live alone; I won’t go quite that far. I think I can get away with this picture … maybe … and doesn’t he have a lovely head of hair? … anyway he was given a bunch of fruit trees and spruces, so he’s been out planting an orchard in the back yard and here he has just finished digging a few chokecherry trees in:


Look how dry that poor grass is. We need rain badly.

A couple things I admire about Scott — things I never thought of doing, and now do:

  1. If he sees something on the road or the side of the road that shouldn’t be there, he doesn’t merely go around it; he stops and removes it so that someone else won’t drive over it.
  2. There’s one particular type of dog food that he likes to buy for Duckie Doodle, and often the store is right out of it. So when there are a number of cans there, of course he buys many … but always leaves one in case someone else needs it.

This kind of thoughtful consideration for others is one thing I love about my taller half, who has many admirable qualities. Besides being “a fine figure of a man.” Also, the best kisser ever.


Looking Back
June 26, 1931

HAZEL DELL: This hamlet was
visited by the hail storm on the 17th of
June and did windows. Louis Stitz’s
house had all considerable damage
to roofs and the windows smashed.
The Section house had all the west
windows smashed, and the P. O.
roof was pierced through and nearly
drowned the P. M. out as he was
sorting the evening mail.
Wadena News