Finally we’ve frozen good and hard. The gardens are kaput. The southern part of the province, and the northern, have had snow this week. Here it’s only been rain.
The porch is so full of vegetables that getting to the hooks where my jackets hang is like picking my way through a minefield.
My daughter-in-law says she’s going to take a lot of it back to Calgary when they leave tomorrow, and that will reduce the obstacle course somewhat.
Meanwhile Scott has been washing and drying freshly dug carrots for days if not weeks. They are to die for. So sweet.
All week I’ve come home to supper on the go; that’s been really nice, as standing in the kitchen at 5 o’clock is never too appealing after a day in the office. I’m feeling quite spoiled. Plus, someone else’s cooking. What a treat. After a good feed, I tackle the dishes and cleanup. It’s the least I could do.
Yesterday I had to go straight from work to Wadena, where I had an appointment for a haircut. But first I managed to fill up my car’s gas tank — $60, perhaps the most it’s ever cost when starting from Empty — and pick up the mail and gather my library books. Just a few stops, but getting in and out of the vehicle numerous times in a short while has always sapped my energy. Why is that? I wonder.
Halfway through the month, and migraine med required only once so far. What is different? I may never be sure. Fingers crossed the good fortune continues for the next two weeks.
10 YEARS AGO
October 12, 2011
KELVINGTON: Driving around
the country this week, there are a lot
of fields being fall worked; looks like a
few producers are turning away from
zero till. Albert Mennie used to joke
that the zero-till ball caps that were
abundant years ago should have had
a matchbook next to their logo. The
fires have already started this year.
After a miserably cold most-of-the-day spent stuck inside a clean bright office looking at a computer screen for the most part, I found myself yawning and tired on the way home at 4 o’clock. However, I was determined to continue my daily walking streak and double the distance, and in a pleasant twist the sun came out and turned the walk into a pleasure. By the time I got back to the yard, the light was so pretty I didn’t want to go into the house. As long as I wasn’t standing in the shade, it was quite comfortable. Move to the shade, and shivering commenced.
40 YEARS AGO
October 8, 1981
KUROKI: The pidpenky
mushrooms are in season and many
are out picking fast and furiously as
they say they are the tastiest of all
And now, it’s off to work after a night of sleep interrupted numerous times (grandchildren stayed over, and even though Scott got up to comfort one or the other in the bedroom at the other end of the hallway, I woke and struggled to fall asleep again), and I’m still tired even though I went to bed around 9 or 9:30.
The most recent picking of lemon verbena is dried and ready to stuff into the jar.
Actually, no. I don’t sit still for long, but any travel bug I ever had is long gone. Did I ever find what I was looking for when I crisscrossed the continent? Nope, because what I craved were roots. I walked on dark streets and could see into the lit windows of people’s homes and those rooms appeared so warm and inviting, and that’s what I wanted.
80 Years Ago
October 10, 1941
At the Legion Meeting, Saturday
night Comrade H. C. Bruyere
entertained the boys with his Motiontalkie
pictures. The snake mongoose
picture was especially interesting tho
it made us feel a bit squirmy.
It took them 3 days to dry, but at least now they aren’t dust-ugly from walking on our gravel road.
Today, after 10 one-mile walks, it’s time to bump up to two miles. Can’t say as I’m looking forward to it but on the plus side, I’ll earn those $200 silk pyjamas (yes, a reward different from the alpaca duvet) sooner.
- Good Health
- Safety of Loved Ones
- Space and Solitude to Enjoy Nature
Nothing too exciting, but without them I am not a happy camper. It would be easy to make it 30 things, but who has time? I’ve enjoyed a slow morning of reading in bed, and then washed a few dishes and chopped vegetables for the last hour to make a zucchini chili to simmer on the stovetop.
Now maybe I’ll get dressed and even wash my face.
A noisy wind came up during the night and we are now into cold weather after the loveliest fall. Bundling up for my walk will be essential. It sounds horrid out there, with the wind howling.
Emil and his dad were out for a couple hours yesterday. Scott came in from his garden and joined us for fresh muffins and coffee (gingerale for Emil). I thought I might go into Everett’s for a while this afternoon, as Gord leaves tomorrow for St. Albert, where he lives and works, and it seems to me a nice thing for our two boys to have both their parents in the same place for a bit. Not sure I’ll get to town now unless I move my butt right away, as we’re not sure what time company is arriving: our eldest from Calgary with his wife and two small girlies, originally expected tomorrow. They’ll be here all week and I’ll be working, but am looking forward to seeing the little ones, especially.
110 YEARS AGO
October 12, 1911
MARGO: Mr. S. Morris has
returned, or rather, what’s left of him.
It would require the X-rays to see him.
Typhoid is certainly a flesh reducer.
However, he wishes to inform the
public that he will now be able to look
after Mr. J. Clark’s business.
A morning ritual
Oh, is it Thanksgiving? Yes, I know. Thanks to all for the Thanksgiving best wishes. Same to you. To me it’s just another day; we don’t make any special meal or plans. But who doesn’t love a paid holiday! Yet another thing to be thankful for.
Bill Richardson is not one.
One of his books, Scorned and Beloved: Dead of Winter Meetings with Canadian Eccentrics, is one of my all-time favourites.
We have all encountered at least one asshole. We might all be an asshole once in a while. Certainly there’s always someone who thinks so. (“If you scratch a lover; you will surely find a foe” is a song lyric that rings true.)
Watch this documentary:
One-third of Scott’s potato crop, which he says is not as good a yield as in other years.