It's 19.6 degrees with light snow?
Well, got your attention didn't it? But of course not here in paradise, we're 64 and climbing, sunny, toasty warm and blue skies and I'm in shorts as usual. However, the previous conditions are what will greet my neighbor when she gets to her home in Elliot Lake, Ontario - and yes, that is in Canuckland, Great Frozen North etc.
I chucked her on a plane yesterday morning to MX City where she takes the great Air Canuck snowbird flight N to Toronto to spend a night with her daughter and family, then to another flight to Sudbury, or "Suds" as they call it where her son will meet her with the family mule and that's transportation for the final 150 miles where it will be 19.6 F and light snow? - who can live like that , or better, who wants to live like that?
Actually having spent 5 "seasons" with my friend who migrates here for the winters, I've become somewhat knowledgeable about the Great Frozen North (let's just cut that to GFN and save keystrokes). From our sunny afternoons in the garden I know more about Air Canada whom she worked for over 30 years than some who actually worked for them, I know about life in tiny northern Ontario villages she grew up in and most of all, I've been forcibly indoctrinated by Canuck satellite TV (all I can get here). I get 10 channels of hockey - seriously, I get History channel etc. but they're always talking in meters and Celsius? Even the American channels I get are from the far N, you think I could see a Texas football game? - fat chance, I get the Rustbelt Chubbies vs. the Eastern Rustbelt Skinnies? Give me a break!
And, while I have unprogrammed the 10 channels of hockey and curling? - they still manage to slip it in under me like a stealth wedge of unwanted info and suddenly you realize you've been jacked and are watching Daily Planet and they drooling on about an 1840's hockey stick someone found - really, I couldn't make stuff like this up.
I'm a rabid fan now of Ice Pilots Northwest Territory, so I know about places like Yellowknife and remote Eskimo villages where they're still flying DC3's into? These guys are nuts, trying to start a plane at 60 below etc does make me appreciate our place here.
So, the rhythm of life bumps along, Max and I are alone for 3 weeks while my friend does her Canuck thing, I sent an Email to her daughter telling her she was on the way and to send her back when she freezes up and we'd take her in for the residual of the "winter". Actually this will be her last winter here at least for another year etc. and Max and I will be house hunting next year for a new weather station. We throw a wide net, I'm currently researching Lake Atitlan Guatemala - well, who knows, that could be a great place?
All in all, the years have slipped by quickly and so we're having one last great one here at the estate, we had a great Thanksgiving and I put out Christmas lights for the first time and we'll enjoy the new year and all it has to offer.
Peace and Love to all from Max and me.
I chucked her on a plane yesterday morning to MX City where she takes the great Air Canuck snowbird flight N to Toronto to spend a night with her daughter and family, then to another flight to Sudbury, or "Suds" as they call it where her son will meet her with the family mule and that's transportation for the final 150 miles where it will be 19.6 F and light snow? - who can live like that , or better, who wants to live like that?
Actually having spent 5 "seasons" with my friend who migrates here for the winters, I've become somewhat knowledgeable about the Great Frozen North (let's just cut that to GFN and save keystrokes). From our sunny afternoons in the garden I know more about Air Canada whom she worked for over 30 years than some who actually worked for them, I know about life in tiny northern Ontario villages she grew up in and most of all, I've been forcibly indoctrinated by Canuck satellite TV (all I can get here). I get 10 channels of hockey - seriously, I get History channel etc. but they're always talking in meters and Celsius? Even the American channels I get are from the far N, you think I could see a Texas football game? - fat chance, I get the Rustbelt Chubbies vs. the Eastern Rustbelt Skinnies? Give me a break!
And, while I have unprogrammed the 10 channels of hockey and curling? - they still manage to slip it in under me like a stealth wedge of unwanted info and suddenly you realize you've been jacked and are watching Daily Planet and they drooling on about an 1840's hockey stick someone found - really, I couldn't make stuff like this up.
I'm a rabid fan now of Ice Pilots Northwest Territory, so I know about places like Yellowknife and remote Eskimo villages where they're still flying DC3's into? These guys are nuts, trying to start a plane at 60 below etc does make me appreciate our place here.
So, the rhythm of life bumps along, Max and I are alone for 3 weeks while my friend does her Canuck thing, I sent an Email to her daughter telling her she was on the way and to send her back when she freezes up and we'd take her in for the residual of the "winter". Actually this will be her last winter here at least for another year etc. and Max and I will be house hunting next year for a new weather station. We throw a wide net, I'm currently researching Lake Atitlan Guatemala - well, who knows, that could be a great place?
All in all, the years have slipped by quickly and so we're having one last great one here at the estate, we had a great Thanksgiving and I put out Christmas lights for the first time and we'll enjoy the new year and all it has to offer.
Peace and Love to all from Max and me.
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