I was out late two lights in a row. Monday looking in vain for live music but then chatting with an old friend of a friend. Bob the Trumpeter. Tuesday at the Pub Moot chatting and laughing with new friends. Drove home late on my bike. It is so cold on a bike at night. Both nights I forgot to bring a sweater, so I shivered for about an hour after getting home.
Today I am pooped!
So, this is what I have accomplished. No work, no painting, no writing. Just this… ;-P
There are a lot of ravens around Tiny House Ontario this year. I am beginning to believe that they are there for a reason. I think that one of the messages that ravens give is to look North. They are also bearers of fortune and magic according the book Animal Speak.
Funny thing is, that I just love to look out this window to the North. I don’t recall doing this so much last year as I do this.
This is taken in the morning while I had a coffee.
Do you find it interesting, or is it just me?
You all know by now that I am not a huge fan of insects/worms/creepy-crawly things…
This guy keeps moving back into the cloth porch.
My friend Liisa thinks that it is BEAUTIFUL. I am not afraid, because dude is much to slow moving, still I am not convinced that it is beautiful as much as it is sort of interesting as long as it is at arms length. This fat worm dude is about the size of a tomato worm and has a snake’s face and head…
Anyone know specifically what it is and what it will become if it goes to another phase?
All of you who are keeping track of the progress at Tiny House Ontario know that she is very much a project who is still underway.
Today I hoped to get the siding on but without the tools basically my husband and I had the day off to look around and while doing so we stopped at Canadian Tire because it was on our route. It turns out that the off grid stuff was on sale, so we sort of borrowed from Peter to pay Paul and made a couple of big ticket purchases.
It seems to me that with a little 12 volt (18 litre) fridge and a few solar panels that Tiny House Ontario will not feel so off grid anymore. The two items together cost $474. plus tax, with the sale it was as though the fridge got thrown in and so too did the tax. Now we have another job to do because we have to figure out how the system works, and actually connect the fridge to power. I also need to get a battery…
The great thing is that now that I have the little fridge I can actually start to plan in earnest what the end result kitchen will look like.
UPDATE: July 7 2012… I was informed by a couple of people in the know that these sort of solar panels are not great because they are encased in plastic. I understand that it would have been the same cost to by aluminium and they last at least twice as long.
I awaken. The sun has not yet pushed the darkness to the forest floor. There is a noise. I quickly realize is Minnie, whose trachea is collapsing and she is terrified trying to find her airway. I do the only thing that I can do for her, which is to calm her. I pet her from her head down her back to her tail, slowly, over and over. I calmly reassure her. “You are OK Minnie. Sweet little Min. Pretty little Mosie. Baby Button Face. Good little Minner. It is OK good girl.” I lay next to her, diagonally across the bed in the loft of Tiny House Ontario with my head in the window. When it is just the dogs and I here, I very often sleep like this, so I can watch the forest shadows dance through the night. Minnie finally starts to breath normally and when she does she turns to look right at my eyes. She does this for a long while, big saucer eyes with her giant ears laying back flat on her head still, she looks relieved. I am sure she is thanking me for my help.
It is a terrifying illness to which we lost a beautiful little boy, Klein, last February. Minnie has a very mild case when compared to his. Thankfully. We do not medicate her at all or keep phenobarbital on hand for her. Hers is simply not severe enough to warrant this drastic medical interference. Klein was on the stuff nearly the whole of his short life. He sounded like a train when he walked and if we brought him into public people stopped to stare. He really loved people. He was sick and he grew fat though we watched his diet closely, he was Stealth. He would always make it into the dining room with the children when they were small and was what our vet calls “an easy keeper” which means that he did not need much food to live. In human beings we call this a slow metabolism. The only thing that made Klein angry was wasabi peas. He was a great wasabi warrior.
I look at my watch. It is 5:12 am. Minnie and I look out the window together. The sky is brighter now but the forest is still all shadows. The black has turned to grey with hues of green now. It will incrementally change according to the neighboring rooster and the thousands of songbirds who help the sun chase the shadows down into the ground so that the sun may nourish the forest with its light.
Minnie cuddles herself down into the bed for a nap and I join her. The wind and the birds are our lullaby.
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