Let’s Try This Again … Going, Going …

It seems my ‘chitis likes it here on Widder Island. I’m on my third week of antibiotics and I feel crappy, and if La La Land wins Best Picture, I’ll feel even worse. It wasn’t … terrible … but come on people, if you’re going to have a film about people who sing and dance, hire actors who can sing and dance above a B-movie level.

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We return you to our regularly scheduled snow report.

Going …

How the mighty have melted

How the mighty have melted

Going …

Poor rosemary looks like a bunch of frozen twigs

Poor rosemary looks like a bunch of frozen twigs

Midnight at the Oasis …

Midnight last night ... Yep ... that’d be more snow! ( shot from the front door, cos there’s no way I’m going out there)

Midnight last night … Yep … that’d be more snow! ( shot from the front door, cos there’s no way I’m going out there)

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Remember this song?

The Snows of Widder Island

It snowed for five days …

The second night

The second night

Our front yard looked like this …

30 centimeters of snow dug out three times

30 centimeters of snow dug out three times

… and this …

Poor Rosemary is somewhere underneath all that

Poor Rosemary is somewhere underneath all that

Neighbours pitched in to clear driveways, and cars, and a way out to the main road …

A posse of six women did most of this

A posse of six women did most of this

But, the day before yesterday came the freezing rain …

The sound of cracking branches reverberated across the island

The sound of cracking branches reverberated across the island

Ice, everywhere …

Our driveway marker. The top meter or so anyway

Our driveway marker. The top meter or so anyway

Then the inevitable happened. No electricity. Mrs Widds and I were prepared …

Kerosene heater – with supper in the pot on top – light and warmth

Kerosene heater – with supper in the pot on top – light and warmth

I love Winter!

A 40 Year Old Rumour

40 years ago today, Fleetwood Mac released Rumours.

I actually refuse to believe it’s been 40 years. 20 at most, I’m certain. Probably only 15.

Here’s my Fleetwood Mac/Rumours story:

I was barely 14 when I left high school (in Australia) and got myself a job (lied about my age. I was tall for 14)  so that the remnants of my family would survive. Good old dad had absconded in the middle of the night with the other sibling and the wife of a neighbour, who he’d been bonking for months/years/? and her kids.

After food, utilities, and rent, there wasn’t anything left over for things like entertainment. (the nearest public library was in town, over 20 kilometers away, and no way to get there on a regular basis) None-the-less I managed to save up enough to get one of these little beauties …

The giddy height of audio technology

The giddy height of audio technology

… I was tired of listening to the radio playlists in order to hear my favourite songs. I was gonna make my own.

I’d listen to the Top 40 Countdown shows with my fingers hovered over the Play/Record buttons, then mash them down in time to capture the very first notes of my chosen songs.

The very first one I recorded was Rhiannon off of Fleetwood Mac’s 1975 self titled album.

I was hooked. A Fleetwood Mac fan for life.

When ‘Rumours’ was released in 1977 (the same year as Star Wars: A new Hope!) I bought the cassette version and a ten-pack of blank cassettes. There was no way I was going to wear out my precious original.

I went through at least 5 copies (that I can remember) before I upgraded to a turntable and the vinyl version.

My favourite track? I loved ‘em all equally so I tossed a dice …

Snow on the Ground. Going … Going …

We’ve had snow on the ground since early December. It looked something like this …

Our street in the middle of January

Our street in the middle of January

But then along came our usual rainy weather and it all started to melt …

I’m melting

I’m melting

(Looks like Rosemary survived fairly unscathed)

I felt like Winter was disappearing before my very eyes

I’m melting ... I’m melting

I’m melting … I’m melting

But then … at 8am this morning …

I’m melt ... whoopsie!!!

I’m melt … whoopsie!!!

 

SNOW!!!!

Snow-mores!!!!

Snow-mores!!!!

In other related news, I have a chitis in my broncs (bronchitis) and I can’t go out and play. There’s nothing sadder than a grownup who loves snow as much as I do  …

To people of the Muslim faith here in Canada

 

“The people who wish you harm, are not my people.”

“The politicians who spew forth racist, fascist,  isolationist rhetoric, are not my people.”

 

The woman who comes up to you on a bus and says these words, is me.

The woman who weeps for your dead, is me.

 

The people who rise up and fight against those who try to destroy you, are my people.

The people whose borders are open to you, are my people.

 

(On Sunday night – 29th – a gunman killed six men in a mosque in Quebec City)

 

Bon Voyage Mary Tyler Moore

Many words will be written, but the thing I remember most is her comedic timing. She was brilliant.

See ya later kiddo

See ya later kiddo

For All The Women Tomorrow, and their Allies

For all the women, and their allies

For all the women, and their allies