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– ” Evelyn? { From the novel “Llyn Ellyn – Healing Waters Run Deep” } –









… When Xhyrean told Jessicka about Evelyn he said she was an “Angel In Training”

— Jessicka managed to hide her tears. Her father was a Doctor and he’d always snapped and told anyone within hearing distance that what the ‘Airy Fairy’ Hippy weirdos called ‘Near Death Experiences’ were nothing more than hallucinations fabricated by a dying brain.

But then – Jessicka met Evelyn and really liked her.


“Politix And Snow Jobs”

"politix & Snow Jobs"


——At around 10:00 am they were saying the snow might continue in our area until this afternoon. They were still calling for less than 5 cm.

——At about 1:30 pm I heard a weather forecast that said this area’s snow might continue to fall until this evening and we might expect 5 to 10 cm. (2-4 inches).

——So today’s the day my step daughter is flying in from London, Ontario. Cathi & her co-workers are having their Christmas Dinner at a retaurant. (I think I remember her saying the dinner was supposed to be at 1:30 pm.)

——I forced myself to be awake at 6 am, so I could turn on the local News program that really is local, that has weather reports and school closings or non-closings that we can rely on. I think I was able to stay awake for two or three minutes. Then I woke up after the time that Cathi usually has left by, stumbled back to the bedroom, turned the light on and said, “EEEP!” ((or something quite similar)).

——There were School Closures so Cathi got hopeful and called the phone numbers and checked the web sites that would tell her so if she had the day off. No such luck.

——I let the dog out and he went into shortened routine mode. Spent maybe half as much time outside as he has been spending on his first daily venture out into “Boof boof boof!”-land ((Where he barks at real and imagined people, animals and things that catch his attention or fire his imagination.)) then I was so tired I couldn’t even think of journaling here, I went back to bed. I think I woke up at 11:00 something am, looked around, saw that it was still snowing, maybe even harder than earlier, stumbled around, couldn’t pry my eyes all the way open, so I went back to bed, And Yes I dreamed, but I don’t remember anything. I woke up after 1:00 pm, checked the mail… saw that I probably needed to shovel a path to the mail box, did that….

——And I dug the van out of its snow drift disguise, which took some time. Let the dog out a couple times while shoveling and brushing. (((Shoveled all around the van, cleared around the door frame, opened the door, pulled out the snowbrush, brushed the back and side windows clean, grabbed the shovel, made sure there was enough room behind the van to back it up. Yup, put the shovel aside and brushed the front windshield fairly clear, then brushed the roof off (There was probably at least a foot and something of packed snow on the roof.)

——When the Van looked like I could probably get it out of the driveway and all windows were reasonably clear, I grabbed my glasses and made sure I had my wallet and all the ID stuff I might need if the friendly local police catch the fascist militaristic virus that so many paramilitary police forces in the US have caught lately, and against the advice of Nova Scotia RCMP Spokes people, Drove down to the Irving Gas Station and the Tim Hortons coffee/donut shop.

——I came back (without incident on the roads. Roads are still pretty much covered in white with darker, sometimes wet strips here and there-) gave the dog a cookie, made myself a sandwich, shared it with the dog (of course, I don’t think I’ve actually had a whole sandwich to myself since we got the dog, unless he was asleep in his crate…)

——And, because I saw somebody walking an ecstatic black Lab on the walking trail across the street from Tim Hortons (Across the street and down the hill) I thought Jassper deserved to go hoofing in the snow. So I gave him an extra opportunity to try to pull my arm out of its socket today and wow, this street is beautiful in the snow. On the way back there was a Fed Ex truck delivering stuff to two or three houses up the street from our house, so I didn’t dawdle with the pooch, I did not let him stick his nose deep into the snow banks every couple inches around any kind of animal track or bit of yellow snow he noticed all the way home.

——And no, we didn’t get any packages. I’m wondering when I should worry about the stuff we ordered enough to give somebody a call.

———But another thing that happened today. The opposition parties were having their Christmas season Question periods with the press.

——One reporter (probably a conservative lackey) was trying to insinuate that the head of the NDP (New Democratic Party) had his head up his butt if he thought his party and his ideals were gaining popularity among those who are likely to vote in the next election.

——This bugs me. Polls are slanted. I mean it’s not quite as obvious as:

—“Are you going to use your intelligence and back the party in power? Or do you want to tear up all your money and set it on fire by backing the strongest opposition? Surely you’re not a big enough Ice Hole to believe the Third Party is any good for anything- I mean, it’s obvious they want to establish a Communist Marxist government here and vacuum all your hard earned slave labour wages out of your hands before it even sees your wallets-” (((Looks ridiculous, doesn’t it? But that is the Party In Power’s official Party line.)))

———Let me put it this way:

—Conservatives believe that they were born with superior genes and should therefore rule over everyone who isn’t them. (“All for me, none for you.”) They are Junior High School Bully boys and mean girls who refused to grow up. whose only real talents are to sneer and glare and make fun of anyone they don’t believe is popular enough for them to consider as a human being. They believe that money is power and probably really don’t know that the definition of Fascism is – Government in bed with big business. They want to be the most powerful bullies on the block and will stop at nothing to gain more power. Their motto should be “You don’t want to know the truth – And you better believe that if the truth doesn’t make us more powerful, you’ll never get the slightest hint of truth in anything we say. But you will notice, that when we deliver the party line, our voices get more and more angry as we bark our point of view at you, and if you don’t believe it, well I hope you don’t value your spouses and children and pets and income, because, we will destroy you, and then we’ll crack open a bottle of champaign and cheerfully drink to your painful demise.”

—Liberals give lip service to human rights. Maybe they believe that all men and women were created equal. Maybe they only say that because they believe it will win them votes. They’re not much better than Conservatives, but they do have a conscience. Way down deep inside, they really do believe in making sure that all children have the opportunity to get a good liberal education, to be informed of good liberal virtues and can quote nice liberal sayings. They also believe that they are the only viable alternative to signing away all rights and privileges to the Conservative-Fascist-Corporate-Manipulative-Evil-Alliance. And they believe they have a right to make any campaign promises that they believe will get them the power they need to establish themselves in the legislature where they can sit back with their feet up on their desks and their hands out for bribes they can get away with keeping in their own pockets, because, well, hey, they really do care, and maybe next week they might get up off their duffs and try to pass a bill that will show how much they care by explaining to taxpayers how they intend to make everybody’s lives better. But liberals probably don’t know what most of us don’t know – that the evil manipulative fascist business model of the corporate string pullers and the politicians in their pockets has more than one income stream and if money they get from taxes is a third of what comes in (and that’s a conservative estimate) that’s the only money they let the fools they believe they have a right to lie to and rule over know about.

—(Find a copy of Phil Ochs singing “Love me, Love Me, Love me- I’m a liberal”)

——NDP? Members of the New Democratic Party may be a bit more militant about protecting the rights and privileges of everybody, downtrodden or otherwise. But they’re stuck believing in playing the game of politics the way the Conservatives have defined it. (And the Liberals are too lazy to see through.) Everybody knows the Prime Minister is a reincarnated Nazi who really believes he can get it right this time and make his Fuhrer proud by stripping away every right the electorate ever believed they had, but since the Conservative Party of Canada is writing the rules as they go, and – they have discovered that voters like bullies and negative attack ads really work – they can brainwash just about anybody into believing their bull shit. Even if their targets don’t believe the lies that are slung and volleyed at them, those targets have to spend so much time and energy defending themselves that nobody gets a chance to say or do anything positive or even suggest a positive path to a believable society where nice people have a chance to live in peace the way they want to and enjoy the kind of life they’ve been sold in way too many manipulative television commercials, and weaseled into their conscious minds by way too many television examples on way too many television shows.

—When Somebody really wants to do something positive, he or she can never get to their message because they are caught in such an anti-effusive barrage of accusations and negative slurs that it’s a wonder they can remember their own name when the shit stops flying at them long enough for anybody to catch their breath.



“Happy New Year – 2014”


"Happy New Year - 2014"

— Monday Morning- We had been up all night, listening to Coast to Coast AM and trying to catch up on all sorts of things. My step daughter caught a plane back to London (Ontario) around 4 pm Sunday afternoon ((before the heavy snow fell, after light snow had begun falling. This little corner of the universe has already gotten twice as much snow as it usually gets all winter. I think that’s what they said as they explained that one woman who was without power for 8 days was told that the street she lives on is no longer plowed because nobody lives on that street. When she said that she lives there they told her something else that made even less sense.))

"Driveway With Grrove - 01-01-2014"

"Pretty Falling Snow"

— We had a happy puppy dog (7 year old Lab named “Jassper”, a perennial puppy who spends half his time bounding up and down, at least 3 feet above the ground) since I had taken him for a walk in the snow before his bed time. He lost no traction in the deep snow (about half as deep as it later became) and I had visions of him bounding happily up the street and off into the woods dragging my severed arm behind him, but he never quite ripped my arm out of its socket, though I probably should have worried about the possibility that I could spend the rest of my life twisted halfway around with my legs pointed one way and my trunk pointing at least 90 degrees to the right of that direction.

"Growing Snow Mountain"

"Bowing Trees Along Bridge Street - 01-01-2014"

2014-01-01 - "The Future's So Bright - Ya Better Wear Shades."


“Happy Russian Christmas?”

"Happy Russian Christmas?"


“Fun With Security Cams”

"Fun With Security Cams"

—> January 8th, 2014. Natasha Fraser’s Birthday. <—

— For Christmas this year, Santa Claus brought us a security camera system (partially to see if we can capture anything spiritual with the 100 foot night vision capability). Instructions say “set up the cameras close to the recorder before installing them wherever you want to install them permanently. So far, with all the snow outside and trying to decide exactly where to set up the cameras, most of the cameras are still inside, cluttering up the office with their cables and showing other office clutter while they cycle by on the screen. It’s a bit odd, now I know more or less what I look like from behind and at other strange angles. (Colours aren’t perfect on 4 of the cameras, but they’re close enough for what we want.  And instead of the spooky bright white ‘Orphan Annie’ type eyes they love to show us on Cathi’s favourite spooky teevee ghost huntings shows I have more shots of me with very black eyes to muse over.)

— & It’s really hard to see the deer in the photo below – but they’re there.

"Deer Beyond Fence - 2014"

—> Wednesday, January 8th, 2014. -16˚C / +4˚F (( Wind Chill = -12˚F)) @ 6:14 am.

— Dreamed an epic dream that I was writing a deep, many layered novel. I didn’t know I was dreaming at the time, but I knew I was planning to turn my experiences into a deep epic novel, & wasn’t quite sure where it would go or where it would end.

— The part I was  immersed in tonight was a wedding. With all sorts of intrigue as it was probably the first wedding this extended family had ever gone through at a non- smoking facility. Many of the single young men were sleeping in a basement (and I was one of them. Even if I felt like this was my immediate family’s upgraded basement) There was a Moe type Cat sleeping on my chest for at least part of the night before.

— There was a lot of cat-ish behaviour (mostly talk) among the young ladies at the event. Intellectual snobbery, moral snobbery, flirting, triumphant hoots when the not so popular overweight woman was asked to dance by one of the most eligible of the bachelors. Subtle flirting, even the one with the most acid of tongues came close to melting when close to one young man and wanted to hide that from everybody, maybe especially him.

— I got the impression there were lesbian undertones at one table, And a lot of “Try not to give the Patriarch / Matriarch a clue as to what any of this is all about.”

— When I woke up I had a strong impression that there was somebody or some entity walking around the kitchen. The dog growled and Max hissed. I looked at the clock, saw 5:56 (am) and thought someone had turned a light on. I wondered if Cathi was sick, getting up at this hour to find some medication so she could make it through another day of work.

— I ended up looking at the ceiling in the living room (I ‘d been sleeping in the chair) and wondering where to put a night vision camera (to stand sentinel for things that go bump in the night.)

— I should end this part of today’s journal here with the sound Jassper makes, growling in his sleepiness.

—-umm grrrrrrrrrr-

~~~~~Jim (Wednesday, January 8th, 6:26 am) ((anniversary of us moving into 626 Huntington Road in 1959))


— Thursday, January 9th, 2014.  -18˚C / 0˚F @ 8:30 am ((Teevee guy said the windchill was -29˚C around 7:30 am)). Clear- cold-

— Saturday is supposed to start out at around -18˚C /0˚F and gradually warm to about +8˚C in the evening.  (=+46˚F) We might just start out as snow, get about 4 hours of freezing rain before it turns into all rain… sounds like life will become interesting on Saturday.

— Sunday should be even warmer- with more rain? ((They’re talking +10˚C / +50˚F. ))

— When I was trying to see the future for our annual prognostications – I saw a lot of precipitation and a lot of puddles surrounded by snow. (that was January) and so far it looks like I got that right.

~~~~~Jim  (more later?)


“Freezing Rain On Emily Skawinski’s Birthday”

"Emily Skawinski Day"

— Saturday, January 11th, 2014.

-4˚C / +25˚F @ 1:00 pm with rain freezing and people having a heckuva time getting up the little hill on the corner of our Street and Canada Street.

— We had planned to go check out an all day breakfast place that one of our local “spies” had suggested. But the cars going whirrrrrr whirrrrr Whirrrrrrrrr trying to get up that little bit of hill here changed Cathi’s mind before she got both eyes open.

— Happy Birthday Emily, Dal and I’m trying to remember what ‘whatsername’  McCarthy’s name was (She lived across Clayton Street from my cousin in the 1990’s- as a kid she wanted to buy a horse and thought they could pick flowers from neighbouring houses’ gardens and sell them on the street corner to make enough money to go buy herself a horse.) 🙂

— Also- Yesterday, I wanted to try to get to Home Depot to see if they have the kind of shelf brackets we left behind when we moved here 🙁

— I need to build a couple more shelves before I can turn around in the office here without being afraid I’m going to knock something over, break something or slip on something that fell from  somewhere.

— (Downloading video clips from flip cam as I type this, in a while I’ll be able to post scary pictures. But not quite as scary as the ones that got away, with one of our neighbours taking mini baby steps to try to inch her way up the hill (more like moving in milimeters, trying to stay vertical, trying to get somewhere  in one piece…..)


~~~~~Jim  (( Now 2:50 pm 01/11/2014 ))

"Freezing Rain On Tree Banches"

— Sunday, January 12, 2014.

— +7˚C / +45˚F @ 8:15 am. Grey and very wet outside. Puddles on top of ice.

— We went to Alex’s new (to him) apartment yesterday for dinner. Stopped to pick up a salad @ the Atlantic Superstore @ the corner of Smythe And Dundonald. Several employees were standing inside the air lock/entrance/exit. Several people were standing outside in the rain waiting to be let in. One man waiting outside announced to newcomers who came along and tried the door that the store had had a power blackout and they were waiting until their computer system, including all the cash registers, was back up and working and nobody knew how long that would take. Ten minutes? Half an hour or longer?

— While we were there another couple people approached from the slippery soggy wet icy parking lot and another woman from outside came to the door, unlocked it from the inside and announced that it was going to take longer than they thought it would to get back up and ready to open their doors again.

— Cathi and I gave up on that store and went to the Sobey’s on Regent Street.

— We had a very nice dinner with Alex. After we got home (stopped on the way to pick up breakfast coffee at the Main Street Tim Hortons) I quickly developed a wicked headache, probably from all the strain of trying to walk on very slick ground.

— I took aspirins and plopped on the bed while Cathi tried to listen to Coast to Coast A.M.

— This morning it is still very wet. Our road is still ice covered and wet. Our driveway is still icy and has larger & deeper puddles on top of the ice.

— We have several things we need to do today, and I need to write quite a few notes and get quite a few late holiday cards and greetings out.

— We need to get out and buy more salt, and several other things.

— I hope to write more here later.

"Iced Over Jeep -"

~~~~~ Jim (( @ 8:45 am, 01-12-2014… a “2” day. ))


“Rain Rain Rain …”

"Rain Rainb Rain ..."

— Sunday, January 12th, 2014 —> +7˚C / +45˚F @ 8:15 am. Very Wet outside.

— I’m confused about when exactly I shot these photos. We pretty much conked out and slept most of Saturday. In the evening we had a nice visit with Alex. He is very happy with his new apartment (which Cathi checked out with her new camera and sent him the photos along with another place and he chose the one he got, and like I said before, likes it a lot.) Sunday? I don’t remember it being this sunny and bright. but this might have been a ‘bright moment’.

"Through a Wet Jeep Windshield"


“Blackout – With Woodstove, Dog & Guitar — & Rivers of Flowing Orbs.”


— {{{ On Catherine Ednie’s Birthday — }}}


— Cathi asked me to take photos while she played, enjoying the moment and the ambience. The first photo I took was on auto flash. Okay photo of Cathi and her guitar. When I turned off the flash, Cathi’s leprechaun nature came to the party- She didn’t show up in the photos.

— She asked me to use her cell phone’s camera. I have never experienced this before—> I aimed, blindly, touched the “take a picture” icon and watched rivers of movement in the screen. I had no idea what that was all about. I wondered if they would show up as orbs or what- I took several photos from different angles and saw the rivers flowing from different angles, flowing up, flowing down, flowing horizontally… every photo had different movement up to the point where the flash captured the subject and then I couldn’t see anything moving, flowing or whatever.

—> Here:



"No Orbs"



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