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Elevating

Elevating

Did you get the census thing stuck in your door the other day? The envelope from Stats Canada, I mean. Gotta fill it out and send it in cuz it’s the law, right? Count yourself in. Last count, back in 2011, we were 25,258 souls. Hard to believe, but with a few of us coming […]

Rhubarb, rhubarb, rhubarb

Ok, ok, already! I’ll not rush into spring planting! I’ll hang on ‘til the conventional 2-4 weekend. Keep a watch on the rhubarb as long as the weather doesn’t throttle it. Rhubarb, rhubarb, rhubarb: In Shakespeare’s time and beyond, the muttering of the word was given to the extras on stage to represent a grumble. […]

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The robin’s nest

Turns out that a robin has signed up to use a decrepit birdhouse as a starter home. This is all fine except the house is missing its front wall and I am supposed to be the birdhouse and feeder reno-guy around here. Wouldn’t you know it, but robin jumped the gun moving in before I […]

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Please send flowers

Maybe it has to do with waiting for the sunrise; this morning from my shack out back; the copper sky over tarnished headlands; the expanse of horizon unfolding to the day. A sky that reaches beyond the arc of earth, and with open arms it greets the sun. I’ll bet that if I could beam […]

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Sprung forward

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Sprung forward

Do you ever wake up feeling out of sync? Out of sync with the world, I mean? Happens to me more often than I care to admit: in fact, the feeling can carry beyond waking up. This time, it looks like I missed the message of daylight saving time. I found myself wondering why, on […]

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A difference of night and day

Diary note: King Street, seven a.m.: Cobourg’s Coffee Place. A double espressolong, to go please, as I’m heading home. Teri just opened for the day and I’m her first customer. I got unwired barely forty minutes ago: unwired as in the Sleep Clinic around the corner beside the old jail where I just checked out […]

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Heart of winter

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Heart of winter

There is a muted cover over the land. Colour, delineation and sound in the world we generally know are dampened when the snow falls heavily. Removed is a part of emotional stimulation. On snow days in February, it’s like the difference between banjo picking—the rhythm of the everyday—versus the chording of a classical guitar. Standing […]

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The thing about ice

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The thing about ice

Seems like all it takes is the sound of a shovel or skates scraping an ice surface out-of-doors and I time-travel: winters of youth when you dared to hitch a ride behind the bumper of a car; took bets from friends while in your head, you heard your mother’s voice telling you not to put […]

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Stuff

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Stuff

Tryin’ to figure what it is about material possessions that seem to sometimes take up way too much space in our physical environments and our consciousness. Like way too much space: And I’m guessing that I don’t hold a patent on the concept, as in I am not alone. The challenge for me is that […]

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Jan Czyrkiewicz

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Jan Czyrkiewicz

It wouldn’t be so that Christmas for me could be spent at home along Slab Creek in Hillier. That time will gladly arrive in the future. Christmas meant a drive to Ottawa this year, a drive most familiar. I originate from there and left in my twenties. Over the years my ties have become loaded […]

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