I know that I tend to gripe about the cold. I can’t help it. Despite having lived my entire life in places where winter is the longest season, I just can’t get over it.
Friday was the first official day of Spring, and the forecast for next week? Expect January-like temperatures. The projected high for Tuesday is supposed to be a balmy -18 degrees Celsius. Yay. Can hardly wait.
I’ve been keeping my bedroom window open at night in the misguided belief that it’s NOT THAT COLD, and THE FRESH AIR WILL DO US GOOD. What I got for my troubles was a sore throat and a sinus cold. Yay, Again.
We had a good lot of snow this winter and last week most of it melted. Creating lovely, goopy, slimy mud pits everywhere. The street I live on in my idyllic little rural community are not paved. They are gravelled. But, I was happy that the snow was gone out of my driveway, and that at least I could see the gravel again. But, then, the local idiots decided that tearing up and down our side street and four-wheel driving through the muck in their Mazda hatch-back and sore-excuse for a sports-truck would be fun. They made a grand mess of the road and the boulevard.
Yet another sign that Spring has arrived. And, here’s another. . .
The husband took matters into his own hands and went after one of them. Talked to a dad of one of the boys and told him the police would be called next time it happened. Barricades went up the next day. Hope the two are related. The traffic has been a lot more sedate since, however.
Now things are frozen again. I guess we’ll see what happens when Spring decides to stick around.
I can’t wait for Spring to really arrive. I’m thinking it might be for real somewhere around Easter. Until then I’ve got Pinterest.
Day 216 and 217 — Tim and I hit the road for Lethbridge and a visit with Rick and Connie. we’re going to spend a few days with them before the family reunion next weekend. We’re going to go up to Beauvais with them for a few days. Ah, to relax in the mountains by a lake! Can’t wait. Then, we’ll come back to their place and get ready for everyone else to descend. Looking forward to a fantastic time with family.
Yesterday, we went to Coaldale and visited the Alberta Birds of Prey centre there. (Will post pictures separately) What a great place! Loved how they had the birds displayed — some are in large enclosures, but they tether the big birds on perches in the open (under shade, of course) and it is wonderful to be able to see them up close. We were lucky enough to hit the place at the time they were going to be exercising one of the bald eagles. His name was Lincoln, and he was magnificent. The handler — a volunteer — as I believe everyone working at the centre is was very engaging. He invited kids to give a couple of the eagles a shower after Lincoln was done flying, and then told us about Spirit, a golden eagle. Spirit was blinded by a shotgun pellet. Brought into the shelter as a young bird he’s been there for 13 years. I would have to say that he is probably the centre’s mascot. He picked Spirit up and invited everyone to get their picture with him. He is so tame and gentle that you are able to put your face right up to his. Of course, I had to do that!
I highly recommend that if you’re in southern Alberta you stop in Coaldale and take in the birds of prey facility. Just watch out for the circling flocks of seagulls — I left with a not-to-nice souvenier on my white t-shirt!
Day 207 — Took a leap today and we’ll see where I land. I may be aging, but I aim to stay young in my mind, my heart and my body.
Finished Full Dark, No Stars the other day and have begun Vanishing Point by W. O. Mitchell.
Full Dark, No Stars was great — vintage SK. I liked all the stories — there are four — but my favorites were Big Driver and A Good Marriage. I think A Good Marriage was my absolute fave. Fair Extension deserves a shout out too, just for the fact that Mr. King deals extremely well with a trait most of us pretend not to have in our natures. Jealousy. It’s dark, it’s horrifying, and you can find disturbing bits of yourself in the anti-hero. SK does what he does so well. Truly a master.
Finally completed weeding the main front garden. The path is clear and things that weren’t getting their fair share of sun are now basking in it. Next up — rock garden. Which really should be a cake-walk. Then, I’ve got to start focussing on indoor chores and touching up windows around the ol’ place.
A very cool and somewhat windy day — a high of 22 degrees. The forecast for this weekend? We’re looking at a high of 18 on Saturday.
Day 201 — An unsettled day here in Alberta. Sunny, but not very warm, then thunder and rain later in the day. Managed to get some more weeding done — God, will I ever be done? — and then ran off to an appointment. Things are shaping up all around.
A quiet evening at home. Finished the first book in the Game of Thrones series. Loved it. But am going to go on to something else now. Read the book on my Kobo. Also loved it. But, I miss the weight and heft of an actual book, and the slippery, whispery sound of pages turning. There’s a secret sort of anticipation in that turning of a page with your hand. The eye follows anxiously, wondering with a thrill what is coming next.
So now all I have to do is decide which of the twenty or so books I have left to read will be the one. Choices, choices.
We have a sort of pergola over our front entrance and in winter snow gets get up there on the beams. It can be kind of treacherous walking underneath if the snow decides to follow gravity’s rule — more than once I’ve got a bunch of snow plopped on me. Generally, we try and knock it down, but Tim thought it would be ‘fun’ to let it be.
With the warmer temps the past few days the snow has been melting and it’s created these fascinating sculptures up there above our heads, so I decided to take a few pictures.
Saw this neat idea on Facebook about creating a jar full of happy memories that you would then review at the end of the year. It’s very simple: you take a large, empty mason jar and every time something good happens in your life you write it down on a piece of paper and stick it in the jar. On December 31st you open the jar and read all the wonderful things you experienced throughout the year.
I think this sounds like a terrific idea — sort of the daily affirmation thing (that I’ve kind of let slide lately). But, what I’m going to do is use my blog as my jar and post my good things on here, and, I’m going to try and post something each day.
That’s 365 good things, one small post a day. I think — I hope — I can manage it. Surely, there has to be at least one nice thing that happens each day. This little experiment will prove it.
I sometimes find myself feeling very depressed and sorry for myself, but when I look back at my wonderful life I can see that really I have nothing to despair about. Anything that bothers me is usually because I choose to let it bother me. There is so much in my life that I have to be happy and grateful for that maybe by writing down one thing each day I will stay focused on that.