Tuesday, 3 January 2023

Changing Light and Color


    My friend Gary noticed that I often took photos of the same thing and was generous enough to mention that that was similar to what the painter Monet often did.  Monet did many painted the same cathedral and haystacks in different lighting conditions.  Yesterday I made this collage of what I always called “The View” showing examples of how the colors and lighting  of the scene changed with the weather and the seasons.   

    Since I had nothing else to blog about today, I thought I would put it on my blog.


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Monday, 2 January 2023

A Mellowed Lucifer


     We named our cat Lucifer because of her temperament.  She was one of the wild cats that lived behind the hardware store in McBride.  I saw her wandering back and forth across Main Street one day, and she let me pick her up and bring her home.  She has always been a bit unstable, and you never know exactly when she might explode, but as she ages, she has become more and more affectionate.

    I took this photo last night as she cuddled up between my leg and my arm as I was watching a movie on TV.  This has now become a habit for her at night, if I am in the living room watching television.

    She still has her wild side and you can pet her until her tail starts twitching, then it is time to quit.  If you don’t she will suddenly attack.  Sometimes when I am petting her, I reach her limit.  When her limit is reached, she used to bite my hand.  Now she just nips it gently, which is a big improvement in her behavior.

    It is nice that at least most of the time now, she isa pretty lovable cat, but she will keep her name.


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Sunday, 1 January 2023

New Years's Day, 1982


     Yesterday when I wrote about how we spent our New Year’s Eve, I totally forgot about the many years we spent it fighting blizzards and extreme cold, driving across the continent after a Christmas visit to Indiana.  I have been going through my diaries and just yesterday started on my 1982 diary, so I read how we spent New Year’s Day that year; driving the last leg of our trip from Indiana back to McBride.  Here is what my diary said:


    Woke up in Shelby, Montana.  It was -30°F last night so we took a motel room.  We got up and drove toward the Canadian border.  We ended up having to pay $20 duty for the things we were bringing into the country (This was after receiving the $150 allowable for 1982).  Once over the border we drove on through Banff National Park, and up the Icefields Parkway to Jasper.

    We gassed up in Jasper, where it was again, -30°F.  There were about 25 wapiti (elk) grazing beside the gas station.  As we drove west toward McBride, we must have spotted 7 moose along the side of Highway 16.  

    When we got to McBride we stopped at John and Linda’s place to pick up our house keys.  (They have been taking care of the place while we were away.)  They weren’t at home, but we found them at Mrs. Nail’s (our very refined next door neighbor), where John and Linda were having New Year’s Tea.  We joined them for tea.

    When we left Mrs. Nail‘s, we followed John and Linda back to their place to get our key.  We ended up visiting with them for a while and watching Dallas on TV, before finally heading to our house.  We were happy to discover our house was nice and warm.  


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Saturday, 31 December 2022

Snoozing in the New Year


    In my youth when the clock struck twelve on New Year’s Eve, we bundled up, went outside, and made noise, banging the bottom of pots and pans with spoons to welcome the coming year in.  As adults, we would gather with friends on New Year’s Eve for a feast, and then at twelve we shouted,  “Happy New Year”, kissed our spouses and hugged our friends.  

    As we grew older, we still gathered with friends, but it became harder and harder to stay up for midnight.  I remember one year, we could only make it to 11:00, so we celebrated Alberta’s New Year (Alberta is in a Time Zone that is one hour earlier than ours.). 

    Then came Covid and we began to spend our New Year’s Eve alone and at home and we found ourselves in bed sleeping away, when the New Year arrived.

    There for a while, it looked like this year we might return to gathering with friends for the occasion, but unfortunately, the Cosmos was against us, so again tonight, we will snooze in 2023.


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Friday, 30 December 2022

Snow Curl


    Every day I am constantly looking around for something interesting to take a photo of, so I can blog about it.  Obviously, there are a lot of days where it is a struggle to find something.  Well this is all I could come up with today.

    I do find it interesting the way snow adheres to itself and bends rather than breaks.  Its amazing sometime to see just how big a bend can get and how far it can extend over the edge of a metal roof and not fall apart.  When that happens I usually try to break it off.   I really have to have hit it with a lot of force with a shovel to make it break apart and fall down.  I am always worried (probably needlessly considering its strength) that it will fall and hurt Kona or Lucifer.


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Thursday, 29 December 2022

For Better, For Worse


    I do just about all of my reading on my iPad.  I download ebooks free from the Libby App that our library is associated with.  I always have to have something to read, or I get nervous, so it is very convenient when I finish one book, I can instantly download another, without having to wait and then drive into town to the library.

    Here is a review of For Better, For Worse, which I recently downloaded and read:



    I have always been interested in that period of history around World War One, and it’s effect on the caste system of England, so found this novel very entertaining.  The story kept me engrossed and entertained.

The novel takes place in England immediately after the end of World War I.  Stella is a young nurse in a military physical therapy hospital, who fell in love with John, a recovering soldier.  When he recovered, he got his orders to return to fight in France, but before he had to leave, they decided to marry.  They had 16 days together before he left.  He was then killed a few days before the war ended.

A few weeks later Stella received a letter from John’s aristocratic family, who she hadn’t met, inviting her to travel to their home for Christmas.   She decided to go although, being a “working girl” she was somewhat fearful of meeting them, but she made the trip, traveling by train to the small town where they lived.

    Her fears were somewhat justified because although Doreen, John’s mother was superficially polite to her, Stella didn’t really feel it was sincere.  John’s father however did seem genuinely pleased that she had come.  Rosalie, John’s extroverted and straight foreword sister, told Stella that she really wasn’t welcome in the house, and her mother would soon get her to leave.

On the day of her arrival, Stella was tired and cold after her long train trip and unexpectedly collapsed.  John’s parents put her to bed and called the doctor.  After his examination, he informed everyone that Stella was pregnant.   This was a shock to Stella, and immediately, she felt a change in Doreen’s behavior toward her.  Suddenly Doreen seemed very kind and generous toward Stella.

Roger, John’s father had always been kind and generous and arranged for a section of the house to become a home for Stella and her future child.  Stella, really had little choice but to stay.  As a pregnant woman, she would no longer be allowed to work in the hospital and would be in dire straits financially without a steady income.  Stella began to see that Doreen was very domineering and status driven, and she began to be somewhat fearful, suspecting that all Doreen wanted was her son’s baby.  

Months passed and after Stella gave birth to a baby boy, her fears about Doreen’s motivation seemed correct.  Doreen just wanted John’s child, and became more bullying and cruel toward Stella.  Stella refused to be intimidated by Doreen, and with the help of John’s father, Phil (Rosalie’s crippled husband) and the staff at the house, Stella was finally able to get out from under Doreen’s thumb.


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Wednesday, 28 December 2022

Closed


    Since Christmas and Boxing Day were over, we thought we’d better drive into McBride because we had a few things we needed to do.  We needed to check the post office for mail, drop off some things at the library, and renew our auto insurance.  We packed ourselves into the car and drove into town.

    Our first stop was the post office;  it was closed, so we drove on to the library.  To our dismay, we discovered it also was closed.  We weren’t being very successful with our goals, but we shrugged our shoulders and headed for the insurance office--you can probably guess what we discovered there, Yes, it was also closed.   Three out of three:  One Hundred Percent.

    We then realized what the problem was:  The Christmas holiday fell on a Sunday, so everyone got Monday off.  Boxing Day, another holiday was on Monday, and since that is when everyone got Christmas off, Tuesday became the Boxing Day holiday.  

    Our trip to town was entirely a washout, we were able to walk Kona at Horseshoe Lake.


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