Day 27 / Snow-Vember, 2014 – Nice Quiet Blizzard Sneaking Up On Us –

Thursday, 27 ‘Snow-Vember’, 2014 – -( -1°C / +30°F & “Light Snow” which has dumped almost a foot/30 cm on us in 12 hours @6 am in Atlantic Canada )-

— Jim W, who is braver than I am, went out and shoveled a little bit already, says it might have been called ‘heavy wet snow’, but it isn’t that heavy. He measured it and says his driveway isn’t quite covered in a nice, uniform depth but most of it is 12 inches deep, with scooped out- partially wind cleared areas down at 6 or seven inches and he’s guessing the average is up around 9-12 inches, or 22-30 cm.

I hurt just thinking about it.

photos later, maybe

~~~~~  ———jda——

Day 26 / November, 2014 -Happy Birthday Val & Joe – & We Have A Winter Storm Warning In Effect :

Wednesday, November 26, 2014 – -( +4°C / 39°F & grey & damp outside @ 3:15 pm around here )-

Blooming Christms Cactus

Photo of Cathi’s Corner with blooming “Christmas Cactus” – photo by —jim w—

We talked Doug into getting his own twitter account rather than rely one one of us to do his tweet searches for him.

Doug's First Tweet.

Doug’s sent one original message, and retweeted 2, commented on one- there may be hope for him yet. no, he ain’t no luddite, he works w/computers and anything more might be overkill

& Doug sent us a photo -that should be below this-

snowy parking lot

Doug sent this from his little corner of New York state.

—Heavy duty storm on its way. They’re calling it a nor’easter. Expect as much as 30 cm / 1 foot of snow over night & into tomorrow.

—Uh, I’m feeling brain dead, but there’s a lot of that going around, 90% of the nonsense coming at me from the Tweet-us-sphere is telling us stuff I don’t really care about re: Jian Ghomeshi’s adventures in court.

Um, & Jim W says he’s almost feeling human again.

—Yay? —— ehhh?—,

———jda——

Day 25 / November, 2014 – Pets in Mourning too:

Tuesday, November 25th, 2014 -( 13°C / 55°F – Cloudy & very wet out there @ 10:45 am in Atlantic Canada )-

Boof

Jassper le Boof on February 28, 2009 – He didn’t like being behind a barricade, but he was trying to be Cute & Lovable.

Cathi realized that all the pets have been effected by Max’s kicking off his earthly shell and charging off into the next world. Late last evening Jassper went looking for his usual number of stainless steel bowls to play hockey with on the living room floor and drive ‘mommy’ nuts with – barking, jumping around and making lots of noise as he narrates his mock games with the Boof equivalent of “Boof Boof Scores!” — But there was one bowl missing.

Cats

Moe and Domino on the window seat enjoying the sleeping bag Domino decided was his, back in Arnprior. – Photo borrowed back from MySpace –

This morning Moe l’Orange didn’t have much of an appetite for his wet food. So I brought his leftovers down to Domino, didn’t even realize Boof had followed me, and I put the bowl on top of the dresser that Jassper might be able to reach, if he really stretches- but what shocked me, is when Domino went to sniff the wet food in the bowl, Jassper growled, like he was telling him that that was Max’s, leave it alone. I turned and yelled at Jassper to cool it, “Chill!”

& I could almost go into shock when I realize how deeply I’ve been effected by this. I mean, when a human dies, even someone very close, we seem to go into a cloud of ‘shock’, disbelief and un-reality.

Last Saturday, the 22nd, the day before Max left us, I just happened to tune in to my old radio station, WPKN.org  / wpkn.fm and listened to Annette Sz- read from one of her favourite books written by a Buddhist nun. Annette read a passage in which the nun described the shock she and her friends went through when their ‘Guru’ and inspiration died suddenly. She said that being as spiritual as they were, someone was shocked at how deeply their suffering was as they mourned. Someone else came up with the explanation that as they opened their heart centres through their daily attempts to practice deep meditation, they also tore away the protection that ‘normal people’ had and opened themselves to deep and powerful emotional responses in the moment. – Wow – So, Annette and the Universe got that right. Funny how we rarely have anything give us support and glimpses of what might be coming our way ahead of time. Thank you, Annette- Thank you, ‘Universe’ –

Moe

“Keeping Humans on track is such exhausting business-“

 

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From the Archives : Aerendel News & Reviews:

Screenshot of earlier blog.

{ The first several attempts at using a theme I could live with failed – And then I found this “Lord Of The Rings” Theme – & that worked. }

Yay-

—–Jim

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———jda——

25 November, 2014 – First Voices Indigenous Radio:

{  Message copied and pasted from email ———jda—— }

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Still Tuesday, November 25th, 2014  -( +14°C / 57°F & There has been sunlight and interesting shadows @ 3:00 pm in Atlantic Canada )-

After facebook contact with a good friend from WPKN radio, where I used to hang out, in Bridgeport, Connecticut, about 50 miles from NYC, I wiggled a few wires and got the speakers back at something like peak sound and listened to a couple things.

But I have to tell you, an airing of last year’s Thanksgiving (U.S. dates) program from First Voices Indigenous Radio knocked me out. It was that good. Tiokasin Ghosthorse played a recording of John Trudell of the Dakota Nation from Thanksgiving 1980. He talks about the difference between real power and brutality, and described the tactics that corporate amerika uses to convince good people that it’s hopeless to try to resist their ‘progress’ as they enslave and exploit us all. John Trudell also tells us that if we are true to the earth, the Earth will protect us.

This is an amazing talk and if this link works, I will encourage everybody to listen to it- *  Link  * you will have to open the page and click on “First Voices Indigenous Radio November 21, 2013 [dot] mp3.

It should be more than worth listening to.

~~~~~Jim W

Day 24 / November, 2014 – We lost a cat last night.

Monday, November 24, 2014.  -( +2°C / +36°F – cloudy & grey @ 8:00 am )-

Cats

Moe hoping Max leaves him some of his treat after Max gobbled up most of his own and then jumped in front of Moe to gobble up his too-

A comparatively small grey fussbudget of a cat gave up his body and strutted proudly off into the clouds, ectoplasmic tail in the air, ready to bat at anything and any body who got in his way or came between him and his food – early this morning. We think Max was a British Gray Shorthair.

My stepdaughter first saw him in a cage in a Kanata pet store where the local shelter in Ottawa had cats on display with their stories, and when she read that he was older and realized that nobody might want him because of that, her heart was touched and she had to have him.

He was not the easiest cat to get along with. He would often try to ambush anybody coming up the stairs in our just-west-of-the-Ottawa-city-limits home in Ontario. Even when he was on his best behavior, he might let you pet him for a while and then decide he’d had enough of you and take a swipe at you with his sharp little claws, acting like he meant to slash and draw blood.

A few things changed when we moved to New Brunswick. Instead of Max hiding from Domino, our alpha Bengal Cat- Domino ended up hiding from Max. Max continued to strut around and tried to invade Domino’s territory several times. We broke up minor cat fights every now and then.

About six months ago, Max had a scratch on one paw that became infected and we got him antibiotics and ‘stuff’ to paint his paw with until it healed. The first round of ‘stuff’ didn’t quite do the trick so we tried a second kind of ‘stuff’ and that did work. But the antibiotics had a side effect and Max began leaving puddles of diarrhea here and there, in ‘interesting’ places, like covering electrical cords behind the credenza that houses our stereo stuff, on the cord to the modem we depend on for our fibre optic internet and ‘cable teevee’ connection. He lost some weight. He became more voraciously hungry than before, less patient while waiting for us mere humans to get his food out of the can and into his bowl. He would often abandon his bowl, jump down, run to the porch, jump up and push Moe, -the sweetheart of an orange tabby ‘cat and a half’ 24 pounder- away from Moe’s bowl of food, gobble up all of Moe’s food and run back to his and gobble that as quickly as possible. He spent a lot of the last few months with bits cat food all over his face and head until we could get him to allow us to clean that up.

And he continued to lose weight. He was little more than skin and bones last night, lying on his side, struggling in vein to get up and get out of the box we gave him to lie comfortably in. His eyes had already glazed over.

My stepdaughter was here for a visit yesterday, Cathi said it seemed to her like Max just hung on long enough to say goodbye to her and then rapidly went downhill. Cathi saw and recognized the symptoms of a cat preparing to jump into his next life and pronounced that before I saw it coming. But when it was obvious to me, I lost it. After my step daugter had gone home, I all but fell onto Cathi’s shoulder and cried like a baby.

Several strange messages came through. As Max was lying on his side, expiring, and I was in the bathroom, just sitting there, I received this image of Max lying on his side with a golden stream of smoke rising up from his heart as a thin vertical line and then blossoming into spirit cat-ness above him. AS I cried my eyes out and asked his guardian angel if there was anything we can do to make it easier and let him know he’s been loved, no matter how mean and feisty he ever got, I felt the message, “You taught me kindness.” and yeah, now that I thought about it, in the last few months he was a whole lot less ready to tear a strip off anybody within reach, he actually purred when I pet him, and right away, didn’t wait a couple long moments and then begin to purr in spite of himself. I went out and pet him lightly where he was lying in his box, staring at nothing, and got the same kind of message, “Soon I will see my mother again.”

I’m a basket case. I can’t see through the tears. I don’t know whether I should carry Domino up to where Max’s empty shell lies and let Domino say goodbye or what.

And I better end this here before I can’t see what I’m typing.

———jda——

Day 22 / November 2014 — Jim’s a NaNo Winner:

Saturday, 22 November, 2014 – Anniversary of the JFK assassination – -( -2°C / +28°F and growing dark on a gloomy grey evening in our neck of the woods. )-

Let’s see whether this works or not:

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Saturday, November 22, 2014, Very Early Morning-

Saturday, November 22nd, 2014. -( -8°C / +18°F – clear & dark at 2:45 am in our little corner of Atlantic Canada )-

Hubbudah-

NaNo Winner screen capture

I may have gone blind and just don’t know it yet, but it’s official – Looky here- Yay – —jim w—

 

—Yay?–

—Still have a lotta work ahead of me on this one.

~~~~~Jim

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—Um– Yeah, it looks like it worked.

Jim has changed his ‘working title’ on this one a couple times, but it is set in 1963 – and, he says, a lot of things ‘hit the fan’ for several of the story line’s characters around the time of the Kennedy assassination.

One silly note: He told me he uploaded 101,174 words into their verification app. And the app only counted 100,255 words, as it says at the top of the slightly shrunken screen shot he posted at some ridiculous hour of the early early morning.  🙂 Oh – His Spouse explained that the app does not count double words and other technicalities, so if anybody NaNoWriMo-ing away has a lot of sentences “-that, that-”  or similar grammatically okay things, make sure you go over the 50,000 word threshold before you copy and paste your novel into the app’s box.

—Looking forward to reading that–,

———jda——

Day 21 / Friday

Friday, November 21st.  -( -3°C / +27°F  @ almost 4:30 pm )-

"Boof!"

Jassper blocking the way into the living room, piano on the left, fire behind the puppy-horse. Note, I didn’t correct the flashburn in his eyes. He does not have Orphan-Annie eyes.

I’m listening to “Sixty Years On” by Elton John, from his first album? Reliving a lot of the turmoil from the late sixties, early seventies.

My NaNo Novel has gone over 98, 000 words, is dealing with the early sixties and pouring salt in old wounds.

Somebody once told me that he’d heard that the measure of a writer is what he or she does when there is “Nothing to write”.

Sometimes I think I will never know what that feels like. I have so much to finish writing. Other times I think about writing and my head fills with pins and needles and I can’t imagine sitting down to start.

Yeah, it gets weird. But

What doesn’t?

—sigh–,

Orange Cat on a piece of paper on a couch.

Moe, aka le bete orange, happily enjoying the torn bit of packing paper, which, he is sure – I put there just for him.

The orange cat scattered packing papers all around the living room again. When I tore one in half to roll it up and use it as the kindling and put the second half on the couch, Moe, the orange cat, jumped up on the couch, smiled at me for being so thoughtful and perched himself on that piece of paper. Yup things are back to normal around here. —WordPress’s special characters don’t like being placed in a ‘caption’.— & I’m not sure whether all beasts in French are supposed to be feminine or not. — But Moe’s a neutered male so he probably doesn’t care. And human languages are all inferior to meows in cat’s minds anyway — so would he be ‘Monsieur, la bête orange’?  —

The grey visiting cat jumped down from the table this afternoon and did not go down on his face, and hurried and jumped up onto the cat perch on the porch without favoring his wounded shoulder.

Fire In The Woodstove.

Oh, the fire – for which I didn’t need Moe’s little bit of heaven to fuel it’s beginnings.

—double sigh–,

———jda——

NaBloPoMo? Day 1 / Saturday November 1st, 2014

Saturday, November 01, 2014   -( 1°C / 34°F & ‘Light Snow’ is falling out there @ 9:15 -ish pm / Can I scream now? )-

Frustrating evening. Started my usual Headline news schnarr early enough, but with rain forecast turning to possibly heavy snow, when the love of my life got up we reminded each other that we had to get going and do stuff, quickly. So I left everything unfinished and went a-zooming about.

We zoomed out into the real world, raced over (within speed limits) to the nearest Kent Hardware store, bought 2 pieces of 3/8 plywood and shrink wrap plastic window schnarr.

It began raining while we were out and was cold and damp and wouldn’t have been miserable if we didn’t have to be out in the ‘not even drizzle’ level weather doing stuff.

The two pieces of plywood had to go up under the tarp that is draped over out steel shed. The first one was tricky, the second one was almost a snap.

Strange Man screwing plywood onto frame.

Me, screwing things together, -not up-. Woodpile, under tarp, is probably happily going to stay dry now, whereas it might not have if the plywood wasn’t helping the tarp keep the weather away.

My fingers quickly grew numb while screwing the plywood into the 2 x 2 frame wood, but we got that accomplished. & spouseling got a chance to snap a couple photos of me while I was using wonderful power screwdriver.

Yum.

Spouseling pulling the last productive plants from her garden.

And ‘mon amour fou’ had plenty to do when we didn’t need both of us to jam plywood under tarps. She had the last vestiges of her fledgeling garden to take care of, and a bunch of leaves needed to go over the newly naked garden-

Yum 2

“Hmmmm- Yum! Thank you, friends from the vegetable world-” Some of our best friends are vegetables.

And we had to marvel over the plants’ resilience, and thank them for making our lives much better than they might otherwise have been, without their friendship and companionship.  🙂

Sigh.

But when I got back indoors, and had to finish my headline news blog schtuff- it was after 5 pm here. Doug, in Ithaca, had been working on this when we had to go zooming out into retail land, but he had a new and unusual problem with his internet connection going off/disconnecting shortly after we were gone.

So I worked on what we had on my end. Worked about two hours, and tried to publish from here.

But Word Press has this irritating error page that pops up every now and then that says, “Do you really want to do this?” / “Please try again.”

And clicking on ‘please try again’, got me a nice- fresh- clean, “add new post” page that was completely blank. —I should have uploaded the whole group project that we had put together and you can see how long it was, and how much was involved in ‘compiling’ that.—

I went back to the ‘All Posts’ page and clicked on the ‘edit’ link for today’s project and —

Roughly about half of it was lost.

The love of my life didn’t learn any new words as I let the universe know that I was not exactly happy with the way things were going. But she did yell at me to ‘chill’ after the third or fourth barage of explitives.

And today is day one of NaNoWriMo -National Novel Writing Month- and NaBloPoMo -National Blog Posting Month-

I can probably post a blog a day without blinking. But getting 50,000 words out in 30 days is a bit of a challenge.

And I don’t want to have to spend all my time and energy screaming and swearing about computer b.s. when crashes happen to good works in progress.

—Schnarr!

—jda—