quick post

 

I have stopped at the Cafe on my way home for an overnight visit. One more hour to go, and then back tomorrow. Don't tell anyone about the cream on the top of the coffee.

considering eggs

It must be February - anything but snow - My sister eamiled me: "One day in the distant future we will reminisce about the good old days when chickens produced eggs – and they were so much better than the modern ones produced by windmills! Even if the modern ones have propellers and can fly right from the box to the pot of boiling water on the stove. And those eggs that go bad and fly right at you and you have to dodge fast just to avoid egg in the face! Makes opening the fridge in the morning quite an adventure!

PS How about flyingeggs ?"

Isn't there something beautiful about an egg? Get cracking.

blue chair revisited

This is the blue chair from January 18, which my sister recognized and wondered if I was going to return. (Maybe) When she last saw it, it was bright green. Yesterday afternoon I took a hammer to some broken crockery and this is the result. All right - so the teapot wasn't broken, but it was badly stained, cracked and dripped. It met its maker. I could put a similar mosaic on the back, but I would need to break some more dishes, and I don't usually do this delibrately. I was really quite pleased with the result. I need to grout it, but it would need so little compound, that I should see if there is any left in my Nova Scotia home. I don't really recall seeing any. I'll check the next time that I go home.

kitchen maple revisited again

This is the third picture that I have taken out my kitchen window. This was just after sunrise this morning. There's a bit of ice. The emergency rooms are filled with victims with broken bones. It is a dangerous beauty.

blue chair

The blue chair project and the first coat is on. Okay, I know that some of you might recognize this chair. I'll bring it back. I promise. After I do the mosaic.

no rest

Well, there is no rest for the wicked. It is "get back to work day" - the sublime and the ridiculous of working in a church - more ridiculous than sublime. If the weather holds, I do hope to go back home for the weekend and then to a lecture in Halifax on Monday evening. And today I noticed that the light stayed for a little longer in the afternoon. There is hope, but I don't want to wish my life away.

curtains

I had a narrow scrap of fabric and the kitchen windows looked so bare. So I sewed it up and made a couple of valences. It has been many years since I have been able to put together something like this. It was my little thrill of the day.

scary black cat

This is my concession to the season. I am living in a small apartment. Someday I shall be home for good and the things here, scary cats and all, will go home with me. Meanwhile this place offers me a ministry, a lovely location as well as high speed internet - which I do not have at home. I am here now. Someday I shall be somewhere else.

kitchen maple revisited

This is the same tree as on Monday, but today the wind is sharp, the air is damp and it looks like snow. No one is lingering outside. This is the only evening this week when I don't have a meeting - so I am vegging out with "Gateway to Atlantis: the search for the source of a lost civilization". The cats have snuggled in, but I have some difficulty in persuading Miss Johnston not to sit between me and the book. I need to escape.

snugging in

The weather is getting cooler, and I am cocooning for the winter ahead. Each morning I have to scrape the frost off the car. I couldn't find my scraper - so yesterday I bought a new one and a bottle to spray on the windows. Frost is not a good sign at all.

So here are the cushions on my couch where I find that I do most of my work and which I share with a couple of cats. So many months to spend indoors - so dark now in the mornings - so much winter to come.

laundry day

It's Monday and it's laundry day. I try to dry as much as I can by hanging stuff in the bathroom. Firstly I'm trying to reduce my ecological footprint, and, secendly, being as I live in a manse and am dependent on the good will of the congregation, the dryer does not turn off and has only one temperature: "cook". Actually, with some creativity, I can hang up two full loads, and some much needed moisture is going into the house.

Valentine's Day

I have been away several days and returned home to the Porcupine Camp around two o'clock this morning. My luggage followed me this evening. I have been down east, and I have accepted a position in New Brunswick. I have so much to share, but I am very tired, and it will have to wait until tomorrow.

The Brownies made this creation and the church ladies delivered it this morning. So we sat for a cup of tea and shared what I shall share with you all once my brain reconnects again.

dream catcher

This is an oval dream catcher that was made by a Cree. It is very beautifully made and was given to me ay a prayer vigil for hostages in Iraq exactly two years ago. I hung it and continued my prayer until they were at last released. I thought that I would take it home with me and hang it in our meditation room at home. Then we ceased to be and I thought that the home was gone with her. But now I shall have that home to return to. I shall joyfully hang the dream catcher in that sunlight meditation room.

getting up

A two day absense: Wednesday I drove to Kirkland Lake for an evening meeting. That's just less than a couple of hours away. So I drove back in the early morning and got stopped by the police who were doing an alcohol test. So the officer and I discussed my cute little car and that the moose were out on the roads to eat the salt, and I drove home. But the next evening I was beat, missed a Christmas party and tucked in early - so no blog last evening either. And I got up late this morning with the idea that I should buy back my old home in Nova Scotia. I've been mulling it over all day, spoke with family and friends and think that I will. Wherever I go it will be waiting for my return to fix it up, and it needs a lot of fixing.