Friday, December 19, 2014
Saturday, December 13, 2014
In 1977, the temperature for today was -28C. Two years later, the temperature for this date was 16C.
That's a difference of 44 degrees C. No wonder we're always checking the weather forecast.
Thursday, December 11, 2014
Sunday, December 7, 2014
One day, Jack and Jill were having a coffee together.
"I went for a drive in the mountains yesterday," said Jill.
"A drive? You mean in a car? You put straps over your body and buckled them up so you can't even move? Your doors were locked like you were in a cage? In a car that can only drive on one side of the road, and has to stop at signs and red lights? How confining!
I have a much better idea."
Jack took a small car out of his pocket, and rolled it back and forth on the table.
"This way," he said "I can make the car go wherever I want, anyway I want. I don't ever have to stop unless I want to. And see how clean and shiny it is? This, my friend, is how to use a car."
"Well, yes," said Jill, thinking of the muddy splatters on her car and the squeaky brakes," but I can go to interesting places in my car."
"I go places, too," said Jack defensively.
He swooped his car in the air and spun it around on landing.
"Can your car do that?" he demanded triumphantly.
"I went to the mountains so I could ride a horse," continued Jill.
"A horse? But they bite and they kick and stomp on your feet. They buck and they rear and throw you to the ground. Not even to mention the smell! Really, Jill, the way to know a horse is to look in a book. Here I have one." Jack searched in his bag and pulled out a book. "On page number 9, a nice bay horse. Anytime I want a horse, I turn to page number 9. No fuss, no bother, no broken bones."
Jill wiggled her right foot. It was a little sore from being stepped on, but she remembered the whinny that Lightning had greeted her with, and his fragrant hay breath. She thought of the gallop over the fields, thundering hooves, and both of them breathless after the fun. She had to admit there had been a buck or two, and a few dodgy moments when she feared for her bones. Still...
She glanced at the horse on page number 9 and shook her head.
Jack smiled back at her grandly and drove his car in a fancy manoeuver, and clicked at the bay, the tamest, safest horse in the world.
Tuesday, December 2, 2014
When we moved to the area about 30 years ago, the village had several businesses as well as being a stop on the main railway line between Montreal and Ottawa. Back then, a person could do most of their day to day affairs right in the village as there were two small groceries stores (one had a butcher, one had basic hardware), a clothing store with essentials like rubber boots and warm socks, two garages that sold gas and did repairs, and a bank. All these businesses have closed except for the post office and a small restaurant which will close soon, too. Just up the road a little, was a French elementary school. The school closed two years ago as enrollment had dropped to 12 students. During the summer months, baseball and soccer leagues used to be played at the local field.
Now, it seems the village is just full of old people. No urban sprawl in this neck of the woods.
It is a case of no jobs, and the young people needing to move to the city to find work. I know it's not just happening here. It's happening in most of rural Canada. Still I find it sad, the hollowing out of rural villages.
Monday, December 1, 2014
If you start it indoors in early spring, you will be harvesting kale for several months.