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Snowy Monday

Snowy Rosehips

Woke yesterday to softly falling snow, which picked up momentum throughout the day. The two nights before that had left me restless, with diablo style winds, which seem to penetrate the darkest shadow places. Here is what a mystery writer had to say about these sorts of winds:

“Those hot dry winds that come down through the mountain passes and curl your hair and make your nerves jump and your skin itch. On nights like that every booze party ends in a fight. Meek little wives feel the edge of the carving knife and study their husbands’ necks. Anything can happen.”

~Raymond Chandler, “Red Wind”

We are in for more winds tonight, as another chinook blows in. Sensor light on the front porch is flickering, sure sign the winds are picking up as I write this. The warmer weather will be welcome. After twelve Arctic winters the novelty of cold weather has certainly warn off.

I have spent two days laying about and sleeping. The effects of the time change were short lived as far as I could tell, yet today when I happened to check the clock it turned out to be earlier than I thought. Today I have been painting all day. Resting has proved it’s value. Throwing caution to the wind, I allowed the art take priority over chores, working on several paintings. Now signed, I declare this one finished.

Both Sides Now
“Both Sides Now”
Acrylic/Canvas
16 X 20

Markets, Minutes & Mysteries

Things are moving right along … barely a minute to spare! I had to give up my writing jobs on the websites in order to put my energy into creating some more substantial cash flow. Lucked out to get a very compatible house mate-we have plenty of creative things in common, so things are positively falling into place.

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Seemed like a good idea- the Farmer’s Market- a lovely 45 minute walk on a day with fine weather. All was going great until we tried to get home with our stuff. We had to wait for a cab for two hours. I nearly lost my mind, not to mention the temperature continued to drop as we waited, as the sun went down. Apparently Super bowl day is not a good day to try to get a taxi. My guess is that all the cabbie’s must have been watching the game. We ended up splitting a cab with another woman who was waiting … ours never did show!

saltbowllamp

This is my purchase from yesterday’s trip to the Farmer’s Market-a lamp made from Himalayan Rock Salt. Very healing, and ionizing as well.

After that experience I was wondering what my chances were of seeing a plumber to fix my shower. I called one last week, and never got a call back. Through a friend I found out about another guy who actually said he would be coming back with the parts! I think he will.

Speaking of parts-I have one of those kitchen graters which have a bottom that slides out. Well the bottom part has vanished since this morning-it is like the socks and the washer?!%#%&@*%#!!! Twilight Zone! Can’t imagine where that will turn up, or even if it will.

Something turned up today I wasn’t expecting … lost my nice wool beret about three months back. Walked my friend out to her car parked in front of my house today, looking down, the black circular object embedded under the icy, packed down snow riddled with tire tracks … was unmistakably my missing tam.

Following my friend’s suggestion, I poured the kettle full of boiled water to release it from it’s frozen prison, peeling it ever so gently off the road. It has been hand washed and blocked, and yes … looks good as new. I certainly made my neighbour’s day as he passed by in his car, slowing down to get a closer look. LOL. Today’s excitement in the neighbourhood!

So we finally had the dinner tonight, which had been planned for yesterday. Organic chicken with root veges. Yesterday ended up being too long getting home, to make a lot of fuss over dinner. I am behind on correspondence and my blog visits, but hope to catch up this week. We have been enjoying balmy temperatures, but from what I understand that is about to change. Cheers to all!

Stopped On A Dime

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dimesunsetcrop Every day something changes.
A day may come for you when
everything changes.
Everything.
Your life
stopped on a dime.
Beyond the turning point
nothing looks the same.
From that moment onward,
new realities
occupy your mind.


All you have ever known to be, can disappear like the sun below the horizon; like sunshine in rain. You raise your arms to the heavens; yet it is in vain. Energy has shifted, your world is shaken up. Music lurking in the wings will open up your heart.

Keep your house in order, your slate shiny clean. Sweep the dust from under the rug. Keep no secrets from yourself. Feel again, no regrets, just in case tomorrow never comes. Do a good turn, telling no one, ask for nothing. Find a way to tell people you care, when you do. Better still, show it in your actions. You may never get another chance.

Be remembered for your compassion, & how you made them feel. Add to the world, instead of taking all you can. Karma says it all comes back to you. Revel in the wonder of heaven’s starry skies. Ever so mindful, the fleetingness of time.

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