The Dawning of March ?

Morning Scattered clouds highlighted.

This photo was taken at around 7:30 am this morning – looking mostly East & up, over a ridge that lies between me and the sunrise. I like it that way.  —jda—

Good Morning & Welcome to March, 2016 — It’s -4˚C / +25˚F with scattered clouds and bright sunlight @ 8:15 am in Atlantic Canada

Today is Ron Howard’s Birthday && Jay Moran in Connecticut is also celebrating his birthday.

Hilary Clinton did better than Bernie Sanders in South Carolina’s February 27th Democratic Primaries and now they’re moving in to “Super Tuesday”-‘s form of March Madness for 2016.

Here, in Canada, after the CRTC told Cable TeeVee providers to stop ripping off their customers – those providers found loopholes the way the automobile industry found their way around safety laws that were instituted after Ralph Nader’s “Unsafe At Any Speed” hit the public’s awareness – They winked at each other and claimed they had to raise prices by at least twice what it cost them to comply with the new laws. Low price – stripped down basic packages cost $25.00 Canadian Dollars – but – instead of being able to grab just what they want and save money by not paying for channels they wouldn’t watch if you paid them to – consumers are being told that they now have to pay more for single channels added to their cheap basic starting point. —> WHY? { How do you spell “G-R-E-E-D” ? }

————— Schnarr!

—jda—

Rainy Father’s Day

Sunday, 21 June, 2015 -( 12˚C / 54˚F & Raining in economically depressed (?)  New Brunswick @ 7:15 pm )-

Cat napping near a window on a rainy day.

Moe taking advantage of the sleepy wet weather in his favourite spot on of the custom made cat shelves we still haven’t reassembled into the cat friendly stuff we took apart when we traveled here from where we used to be, but he’s in a cat friendly window, on the cat friendly porch- so all is just about right with the world.

( Cat napping near a window on a rainy day. )
Moe taking advantage of the sleepy wet weather in his favourite spot on of the custom made cat shelves we still haven’t reassembled into the cat friendly stuff we took apart when we traveled here from where we used to be, but he’s in a cat friendly window, on the cat friendly porch- so all is just about right with the world.
— We had our first ice cream treat of the year yesterday to sort of celebrate Fathers’ Day, after running out for a couple things at a couple stores. And looking around at rocks and things.

Deer Cam Video Still

Wet day as seen through the ‘deer cam’ that spots hungry deer on the hill back there.

( Deer Cam Video still. )

Wet day as seen through the ‘deer cam’ that spots hungry deer on the hill back there.
— And I found out this morning that we had been able to ‘comply’ with our web provider’s least expensive option, delete everything on the server and upload the ‘clean’ previous back-up save. So I pretty much spent the entire day updating stuff and deleting possible security problems.

— F’ rinstance, I spent way too much time re-uploading one blog, stalling when it came to a suspicious file, deleting old themes and other hiding places for sociopathic code, trying again to finish uploading a suspicious back up when I could have reverted to an earlier back-up and skipped a lot of unnecessary grief, since that blog had been idle since the earlier bak-up. But I couldn’t know that- not until I finished the whole exhausting process and gone back to check the ‘postings’. -sigh-

— shrug

— But we’re back—

——— jda ———

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——

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 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:

===== Begin ‘Copied and Pasted from Jim’s “Archives” Blog =====

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

==== End ====

—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——

20 November, 2014 – Snowy Morning?

Thursday, November 20th, 2014  -( -3˚C / +27˚F @ 9:45 am in Atlantic Canada. & We had snow over night. )-

snowy look toward Canada Street.

This is the view from what Cathi calls our back door. It looks more like a front porch entry from outside, except for the complete lack of sidewalk. One of the first things Cathi had done after we moved in was have a fence put up to give Jassper a nice area to run around in without needing to be chained up all the time. This was taken a little after 8 am on 20 November, 2014.

Moe Morning Yum

Moe, the Orange ‘Cat and a Half’ – enjoying a morning treat with this morning’s snow in the background.

Just before I woke up I dreamed I was telling somebody there was something wrong with my shoulder. I woke up and my right arm was numb. I moved and my shoulder snapped into place. I thought that was a bit strange, but it worked. Whether this is some mild flu or a left over from a slightly stronger one that plagued us both last week, I have been waking up with stinging muscles and while I haven’t been feeling really bad, I haven’t quite been my normal self either.

Yesterday, worrying about the grey ‘visitor’ cat, it took me more than twice as long as usual to get anything accomplished- but went over 90,000 words in My NaNo Novel. There are a couple things I think I want to pull out before I have it officially registered as a winner. At least two scenes I believe are so special I don’t want them out there, released where anybody can steal them from me. This is the first time I’ve felt like that about anything I’ve written, and I’ve been writing for quite a while. -Just, maybe, haven’t felt like I’ve been this close to having a commercial success in my ‘hot little hands’.

—Yay?–,

~~~~~  ———jda——

Wednesday, 19 November, 2014 – Weird Feeling & Cat Fights

Wednesday, November 19th, 2014 -( -6°C / +21°F @ 5:40 am )-

It is now 8:30 am

I woke up around 5 am, had a feeling that something was ‘wrong’ with the world, like something major had happened.

I didn’t wake Cathi, her sleep is precious and if a three hundred foot Tsunami was coming, Yes I would wake her and get us somewhere above that height, but short of that, she needs to have her head on her shoulders and in close to full functioning mode for work.

I wanted to check our friendly news services, but the computer was weird. It wasn’t quite frozen, but it wouldn’t load, or refresh, graphics. Trying to refresh a different page in firefox, it got hung up trying to connect to ‘ad.[something].ru’ and I wondered if something had happened between here and Russia, like maybe somebody pulled the plug on international connections via the internet. I tried loading a wordpress page – and that page got hung up trying to load an ‘iSomething.1wp.something-else’

So I told the computer to restart.

It did. It can’t find the system fan so I had to tell it to go ahead and start up anyway, I’ve got the case open and a small external fan is blowing on the cranky system fan that starts up, yawns, sometimes plays happily for hours, sometimes says, ‘oh the hell with this’ makes too much grinding type noises and shuts itself off. The external fan does the job better than the system fan did anyway. [ mumble mumble schnarr schnarr planned fuppin obsolescence schnarr schnarr schnarr- ]

Okay, spiffy decent windows 7 computer gets back up, and the blinkin’ graphics still didn’t want to load. But when I broadcast images of computers sinking under multiple fathoms of sea water from my imagination into the cpu, it said, okay, you mean business, I’ll be good, please don’t drown me-

And- so far anyway, there’s no freaking huge headlines about nuclear bombs hitting anybody’s infrastructure with emp’s or anything.

Cathi got up at her usual time, was getting ready for work I was staying out of her way, and when I got a chance, I told her about my weird feeling that something was wrong, and her jaw dropped.

She had awakened about half an hour before I did with that, “Something awful is happening somewhere-” creepy feeling that my sister might have called the ‘heeby jeebies’.

And the dog was his usual pain in the bum self, wanting to be right in the middle of anywhere anybody wanted to go, staring at the refrigerator and looking at us, looking at the refrigerator, and back at us, until we either give up and get him something, or chance major injuries trying to push him out of the way, or sit down and try to explain to her boss that she can’t come to work because this hundred and twenty five pound dog won’t let her get back to her bedroom to finish getting dressed and ready for work.

Sigh.

Well, Cathi drove out of our driveway. I let the dog out and I thought I’d blog about my weird apprehensive feeling and climbed into the office – I have a piece of 12 inch wide shelf wood blocking the door from animals who might be too lazy to jump over that- It actually keeps the dog at bay, and he could easily step over it.

I almost sat down at the computer when we had hissing and loud meowing and scrambling noises and I turned around and made it back to the door to see one cat with his teeth clamped on the other one’s shoulder, and Moe, the orange trouble maker, looking like he was really worried about this. So I screamed and Domino let go and turned and ran back into his sanctuary and Max, who most likely had started it, got up and scurried into the kitchen, the other way.

I checked on Domino, who was up on top of one of his perches, looking worried that Max might attack again. I went into the kitchen, no Max. I looked under the kitchen table and then around the corner through the open door, onto the porch- there was Max, sitting on the floor, thinking about things. I glanced and saw that the dry food bowl was empty, went back to the bag, got a handful of dry food and some cat treats, gave Domino a little of each, and went back to the porch.

I put the handful of dry food in the empty bowl and deposited half a handful of treats near it and the rest on the floor in front of Max. — The dog was still outside and didn’t look like he wanted to come in yet, which is odd, but I walked back toward the porch off the kitchen, and there was a puddle of blood under Max. I grabbed a paper towel and dabbed at it, saw a slight trail of blood coming from his shoulder, bright red blood, and thought, oh no, did Domino bite into an artery? And dabbed at it. -Max, who was eating his treats, did not seem to mind being dabbed at. He looked stunned, but didn’t look like he was in any pain. I stayed there long enough to see that no blood was squirting out of his shoulder, so I hoped that meant that no arteries had been sliced. I waited a couple minutes, Max did not keel over dead and no more blood oozed or squirted from his shoulder wound, so I decided to get the cats’ morning wet food into their bowls and put Max’s bowl into the crate that Moe likes to go into whenever he wants to feel safe or whatever. I did that, Max didn’t want to go all the way into the crate, but I managed to get him in and close the door. Then I got him some water, and another half a hand full of dry food. He looked at the closed crate door and wondered why he was in a crate, but didn’t start complaining and went back to greedily chomping on wet and dry food. I went back to soak up the blood on the floor and saw another small puddle where Max had landed when he jumped up on top of the cat-friendly claw cleaning post that used to be a guitar amplifier’s extension speaker.

I called Cathi’s work number, left a message, checked on the dog, he was happily sitting out front, surveying his domain, I finished fixing his morning crunch crunch and broken up piece of bread, which I figured would keep him busy for ten seconds or so when he did finally decided to come back in, checked on the cats, made sure Domino was okay, had more than enough dry food, a few extra grains of cat treat and available water and all that, went and sat down at the computer and Cathi called.

We talked for ten minutes. Max was still alive inside the crate, had food to look at and water to look at and a closed crate gate to look at and, strangely enough, wasn’t complaining.

The dog started barking at somebody who was heading for the nearest bus stop and didn’t want to come in, but finally did.

And here we are.

— I blew it for NaBloPoMo month yesterday when I got distracted by an orange cat who wanted me to know that he could cause a lot of pain with his claws and my leg if I didn’t drop everything and cater to his whims right then and there, I forgot to come back to finish that up and forgot to post it before midnight. & apparently, when you manually save a draft early on, like right after you write out the date, the time and the temperature on the top line, um, after you do a manual ‘save draft’ the auto save drafts function doesn’t feel like it has to pay attention to anything and goes to sleep. And if weird graphics freezes happen and you think you’ve got everything saved and tell the computer to restart, well, you lose the stuff you forgot about, that should have been auto-saved, but didn’t think it should bother and, can I scream now? —why bother?

—Okay, it’s after 9:30 am now. We have a big black dog blocking my side of the bedroom, a large orange cat happily occupying Cathi’s spot. Domino is curled up on one of his safe perches, sleeping peacefully and Max is still alive staring at the closed door and not complaining about being in the crate. I can’t say things are normal, because things are never normal with our pets, but this is close.

—Weird moning news, signing off—,

~~~~~ ———jda———

le 17 novembre, 2014

Monday, 17 November, 2014. -( 0°C / 32°F and not snowing at the moment in our neck of the woods. @ 4:15 pm )-

NaNoWriMo? I went over 80,000 words in 17 days @ 10:38 this morning, according to the word count function in my copy of open office – I hate microsoft products, they built holes in their security so US Government agencies could hack into your computer any time they felt like it and wouldn’t plug those leaky security holes. They will probably suffer in their next lives. It’s not my job to pass judgment. I’m thinkin with my luck, I will be in love with somebody who was a microsoft programmer in their previous life [ this current one, here ] and suffer along with them when the fit hits the shan in their next life (or lives?).

It was snowing earlier, around 2:30 I tried to get some photos.

Boof!

“Boof!” -the wanna-be 500 pound puppy wants in. He thinks he deserves a treat for chasing snowflakes and barking at anything that moves.

Outdoor 'Zen Corner' in the snow.

Cathi’s outdoor ‘zen corner’ it’s hard to photograph this spot and get the perspective right. I might have to move the swing out of the picture to do that. But this isn’t bad.

Feng Shui?

This almost looks like a Feng Shui shot, a doorway to something mystical? -Shrug, I took several shots, higher, lower, a bit to the left, a bit to the right. This one looks the best.

Domino Plus An Orb

One minute earlier, all you could see of the cat was his head, everything else was under the blanket. I grabbed the camera and he decided he didn’t want to be just another meowing head? Orb to the right-

— um, Through many lives do you suppose any one pet would want to reincarnate with the same humans? Do you really believe that any one of them would be able to stand us for that long?

— & Um–, Time to push the publish button.

———jda——

Day 16 / Sunday / Happy Birthday, Doug

Sunday, 16 November, 2014 -( +2°C / +36°F @ 4 pm with grey skies and pets a little nutsier than usual )-

I’m less than 600 words from a NaNoWriMo and a half in 16 days. I remember typing thirty pages a day in around 1990. Right now I’ve typed 126 pages in 16 days. And I have several pages of “Out Takes” that I typed and winced about and pulled out, and some stuff I typed and winced about than then deleted.

It’s not that the spirit of NaNo has been violated by me editing as I go, I hit the 50,000 page goal on November 11th, and then slowed down and re-thought the opening I wanted for the story when NaNo is a memory and this story is trying to live on its own.

This is a prequel to my already 5,000 pages at last count great unamerikan novel. When NaNoWriMo begins during a Mercury Retrograde time, you can almost guarantee yourself that you’re not going to finish anything you start for NaNo month. So I continued something I’ve been working on for years. This novel, or cycle of novels might be older than most of the people participating in NaNoWriMo this year. Some of the new characters that popped into the lives of the main characters when they were back in Junior High School, before everything else happened, are so vivid and real to me that I can see them walking around and clowning without trying. I can almost believe they will be waiting for me when I leave this mortal coil. Two of them were just talking about whether they believed in God or not this morning, well, in a conversation that was supposed to have taken place, duh – 50 years ago?

So my current total is 74, 408 words.

—yay–,

—Yawn—

Happy Birthday, Doug!

 ———jda——