Day 3 = Monday –

Monday, November 3rd, 2014 – -( 0°C / 32°F & Very White outside @ 8:15 am in Atlantic Canada )- { New posts below two sticky posts- }

2 deer in the snow on a grey morning.

There were 4 deer up the hill, closer to our neighbour’s back feeding spot. Only 2 of them took the chance to come down to sample the oats I threw out to them.

There were 4 deer up the hill, closer to our neighbour’s back feeding spot. Only 2 of them took the chance to come down to sample the oats I threw out to them.
Dreams: I had several, remember some. I was walking around outside somewhere, mostly out of doors, with people I knew from the Post Office in Connecticut. & Not the usual ones I think about or the ones who sometimes wander into my dreams to say hello or whatever and then disappear. Pamm F-M. was there, and so was Denise M.C.L.-  I don’t remember what we might have been doing but when Pamm and Denise walked into a building and I was outside, I remember some of the guys were there, and I don’t remember whether all of these guys actually made it through the high pressure training we had to go through. And then I was walking away in daylight, walking past houses on a street I half recognized, and then the houses were gone and I was walking along the edge of an asphalt driveway, where a rounded curb had been formed. There were two African-American hunters with shotguns, facing away from the driveway watching a short slope down to a body of water, and I wondered if they were intending to shoot fish.  There were several saplings that had been planted along the edge of the driveway, maybe one every ten or fifteen yards. There was a small campfire at one spot between saplings and I wondered if that was the hunters’ campfire. and then I thought maybe they had been facing the water out of curtesy to assure us silly humans that they weren’t hunting us.

Waking up: When Cathi sat down on the edge of the bed to finish getting dressed for work I woke up enough to hear strange rumbles going by. I drifted in and out and began feeling back pain in odd spots. But I woke up enough to wonder what day today was, I was fairly convinced it was a Wednesday, but the more I thought about it, the more I thought it just might be a Monday. And Monday means garbage day. As the pieces of ‘reality’ fell into place, I remembered Cathi saying she would have to get up and out earlier than usual to make sure she got to work on time if there was any problem with the snow. When the sun was completely gone last night there was hardly enough snow on the ground to say so, 5 to 30 centimeters forecast or not. I realized the rumbling sounds were probably snow plows going by. It had been 20 minutes to 8 when I’d last been aware of the time, Cathi had already left the bedroom. But, if it was a Monday – And remembering yesterday’s Blog entries were dated Sunday convinced me that it just might be a Monday, – I thought I better get up and take out the garbarge.

Snowy Yard with Snow coated Swing

I first noticed the deer in the open spot beyond the end of the fence that might be too dark in this photo to recognize right off, top of the hill on the right.

I first noticed the deer in the open spot beyond the end of the fence that might be too dark in this photo to recognize right off, top of the hill on the right.
Stumbling past the office, I peered inside and noticed the security cameras outside shots were very white. I stumbled past the office, to the bathroom, hung out in there long enough to feel relieved, stumbled back to the office, looked around for outside clothing, noticed deer were standing around in the center of a couple outdoor shots on the security camera stuff. (which is more like a deer cam than an actual security thing) I found socks and boots and and got through the kitchen, noticed that Cathi was still here, finishing clearing the end of the driveway and clearing the snow away from the van so she could go to work. I realized I would need my winter jacket if I was going to help her any, found the jacket, climbed into it, grabbed the pail of oats for the deer when I saw that Cathi was finished shoveling and about to climb into the driver’s seat and zoom off-

And I went out and tossed several handfulls of oats to where the deer feel safe to eat it. Turning back around, I noticed that Cathi and the van were gone. I put the blue oats pail back inside the porch, went and dragged the garbage can out to the edge of the road, went inside, went to the office, grabbed my glasses, walked back to the kitchen, took a few moments to focus on the recycling calendar, which is too small for easy reading, saw that this week is grey, paper and cardboard recycling. took the grey recycling bin out and placed it next to the garbage can.

Snow, driveway, footprints, drag mark where the garbage can went.

Driveway, often called a ‘laneway’ in Canada, dry spot where van was parked, you can see where Cathi shoveled the end of the driveway before I got my body out of bed and my brain working this morning. You can also probably see a little bit of cloudy sky in the upper right hand corner.

Driveway, often called a ‘laneway’ in Canada, dry spot where van was parked, you can see where Cathi shoveled the end of the driveway before I got my body out of bed and my brain working this morning. You can also probably see a little bit of cloudy sky in the upper right hand corner.
Grabbed the camera and went back out to take a few pictures. Went back inside. Back to the office, took the card out of the digital camera and began the process of copying photos from the card to the computer – Decided that I better let the dog out before he broke anything, jumping up and down outside the office door. Let the dog out, came back to the office, fired up the blog and here we are, with a starving dog barking his brains out outside and I gotta go let him back in and feed him before I pop the photos into this.

I’ve had to walk carefully around the grey ‘visiting’ cat, slightly anxious that I might step on the little fussbudget and either kill him or fall down and break something, possibly bleed out with a nice friendly dog to lick up the blood and cats to complain that I should be feeding them instead of dying on the floor- how inconsiderate—

NaNoWriMo: Last night, before midnight, I stopped at 5,440 words. The NaNo site thinks I could be finished with 50,000 words by November 19th at this rate.

 

“Image Details”
Two deer grazing
– in the snow of a grey
November morning –
– Snow coated yard
– snow covered swing
– that a young girl
– once loved
Driveway – hidden beneath
– two inches of snow
Many foot prints
– some human –
– some deer –
– and a wide path
– – carved by a –
– – – garbage can –
-dragged by a man
– who couldn’t –
– or wouldn’t –
– carry that –
– weight –
– Sometimes it feels
– that –
– too many –
– things –
– have changed –

—jim—

—Sigh?

~~~~~ ———jda——