5th
February
2018
The sump pump has seen a lot of use today. At an estimate, I’m getting a well-empty every two hours. That’s good. Now if the freezing temperatures can kick in after the water stops running, I’ll mark it up as a win. Otherwise, I’m going to have to move to Plan B, which involves me and a yellow bucket. The snow is gone, pretty much. However, there’s more on the way, because this is Canada.
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30th
January
2018
My view of life has been one that puts location before all other aspects. Where do you live? In my case, I have a list.
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29th
January
2018
I think I’ll hit the pause control after this episode. After all, with the first decade coming to a close, and our idyllic Island existence about to take a shift to a new map, the timing is right. But first, some closure.
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26th
January
2018
After spending the winter in the city, our new home was finally ready. Correction: almost ready. The house was built before WW1, but the kitchen required serious renovations. Putting in cupboards, actually. I am unsure what previous tenants had done, but there we were, with the fresh odours of sawdust and paint as part of the package.
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25th
January
2018
Carrying along from yesterday, when we moved to a new railway station. We were there for a couple of years, but my best memory was from the day that I set the chicks free.
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24th
January
2018
My first home was actually owned by my parents. They didn’t make that mistake again for another decade. You see, one of the perks of railway employment (for the fortunate ones) involved housing provided as part of the the “package”. The station agent would bid on a better job, based on seniority, and take whatever was offered. And so, by the time of my third birthday, we had moved. Down the line. Into the next village, which also came with a store big enough to sell tea by the box.
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23rd
January
2018
The flood of memories continues. You have to accept that my first few years were not verbal, so if the recall seems simple… that’s the way it works. I was a handsome kid, based on a photograph that surfaced recently, and my clothes were in shades of grey. No, hold on, that’s because the photo was one of those snapshots that came out of the local photo developer’s counter. We had a Kodak Brownie camera, and the colour film was expensive.
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22nd
January
2018
Perhaps I should take a few moments and introduce myself. No need for a name; I’m much more a product of place. Places. In looking back, my childhood was devoted to changing addresses. That given, let’s go all the way back. To a time when there were no words.
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15th
January
2018
Sixty years ago, the railroad was important. Here, at least. The tracks ran from tip to tip to tip, and trains meandered from vale through vale to vale (we have very few hills here). I was part of all that. And no locomotive seemed more ubiquitous (from my shortsighted perspective) than the GE 70-tonner.
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31st
December
2017
Look at the time! Better put my life on autopilot; ahead lies the year-end synopsis with Jean-René “Infoman” Dufort, followed by Bye-Bye.
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