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  …

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

Best Laid Plans of Mice and Lesbians

I’ve probably used that line as the title of a post before and I’m pretty sure I put 2017 down somewhere and forgot about it.

I forgot mah purzz

I forgot mah purzz

I had planned to get a post up before this but the Dreaded Lurgy decided to smack me around, and then smack me around some more. Coughing one’s toes up is not a fun activity!

So I thought I’d just do a bit of a catch-up-ish post instead.

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Mrs Widds and I started doing swim classes at our local leisure center last Autumn.  (they have a heated indoor pool and a ginormous hot tub) We were having a blast, and then we started to get the itches. Did you know that chlorine and human skin cannot co-exist in the same universe? Neither did I.

Enter the Interwebz! … The trick is to oil up your skin before you go in the water, to inhibit the chlorine from bonding with your skin. It turns out chlorine can be neutralized by good old ascorbic acid or vitamin C. So we use a solution of 1 tablespoon of VC to 4 cups of water, and lightly rub it into our skin after we swim and before we shower.

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We’ve had snow on the ground here on Widder Island since the beginning of December. I look out my window as I work and all I see is this …

Widder Lake with a snow fort in the foreground

Widder Lake with a snow fort in the foreground

Makes my little snow-loving heart go all gooey!

That’s about it. Regular scheduling will retur …. oh let’s face it, I never had a schedule to begin with.

See ya next time.

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Bonus, through-the-study-window-at-night, shot …

Poor little Rosemary is somewhere underneath all that sticky snow

Poor little Rosemary is somewhere underneath all that sticky snow

 

 

The Solstice Tree

It starts with a corner of our tiny house, cleared for action …

As with all things I gotta have a strong foundation

As with all things I gotta have a strong foundation

Mrs Widds and I would love to have a living tree, but we have nowhere to plant it after the Season, so we ‘grow’ our very own …

OK, it’s not much but I gotta start somewhere

OK, it’s not much but I gotta start somewhere

Usually we put it up on Christmas Eve and take it down on new years day. This year the Solstice called us …

This is fun

This is fun

Each year on Christmas Day the Widder-kin would gather in our house and food and laughter and games and stories would be shared …

Ooooh, I’m feeling kinda stretch-y

Ooooh, I’m feeling kinda stretch-y

But this year we’re having our first ‘just-the-two-of-us’ Christmas since moving here to Widder Island …

EMEGHERD! Lights! I’m glowing!

EMEGHERD! Lights! I’m glowing!

Well, not quite. Around midday we’ll pack up the presents and goodie baskets (Mrs Widds bakes some mean goodies!) and trundle off to a Widder-kin house and have (more) food and laughter and games and stories there …

This is some serious light-age

This is some serious light-age

This year we have time to just potter … and call in the new year when the night is longest … (so glad to see the tail of the old one!)

I’m all shiny and sparkly for the new year

I’m all shiny and sparkly for the new year

And finish off our celebration with some rather scrumptious chocolates …

Now that you mention it, quite a few have gone missing since this picture was taken

Now that you mention it, quite a few have gone missing since this picture was taken

May the Turn of the Seasons bring you the changes you have wished for.

See you in 2017