18th
July
2008
Someday I might move beyond the collecting parts stage and actually move on to the construction phase. Until then, the closest we come to an operating model railroad is the annual visit to the layout in Elmira. The remains of their car collection are gone, victim of climate, wandering vandals and advanced age. Now it might be better to speak of the rail station museum. Anyhow, there have been a few modifications in the displays, a new building to house the compulsory gift shop and an added committment to the miniature railway next door.
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2nd
July
2008
I am part of the generation that stopped making and started buying food. My grandparents had no problem with a routine that involved baking bread, collecting milk and eggs, slaughtering the livestock for meals or laying up a supply of preserves. Then, about the time I was born, such things simply stopped. My mother made bread on occasion, and we did have a cow for a short time, but the rest of the routine that went with life in rural PEI was no longer necessary.
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30th
June
2008
Our camping inventory is complete. This afternoon we treated ourselves to a shopping tour in our favourite tent and poncho shops, and came away with one small treat bag. Inside, the ultimate weapon in our assault of the outdoors: solar-powered mosquito repellers. Imagine, in a world where high-tech can solve anything, we’ve found something completely unforeseen.
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12th
May
2008
A little too little, a little too much. Every once in a while I find myself at issue with quantity. Particularly, the quantity that is being served. Like the times when you cook a meal, and more people that expected arrive right at service time. The result, a little too little. People leave the table hungry, which means that there will be a raid on the refrigerator as soon as the sun goes down.
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10th
May
2008
Today I have shown great bravery. In a time when safety comes in cans, I went to the local market and purchased creatures from the “ocean deep”, for consumption by those I love. You see, I’m a Maritimer that doesn’t get crustacean fever. I’ve never boiled a lobster, although I’ve caught them, chased them, raced them, listened to the song of the “claw chorus”. When you put hundreds of the beasties together in a fish shed, they’re noisy (and angry).
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