What is your favorite smell? What memory does it remind you of?
Today’s freshly brewed coffee is my favourite smell. It reminds me of yesterday’s freshly brewed coffee.
Name a song or two which are included on the soundtrack to your life?
Mark Knopler’s Old Pigweed from his Ragpicker’s Dream album. I blasted that music when I drove anywhere after the breakup with The One. Another Knopfler favourite is the theme from Local Hero. I love the movie. If you haven’t seen it, do. Especially if you are Doctor Who fan. It features a very youthful Peter Capaldi.
Do you play video/computer game? Which one(s) or most recent?
Do I play computer games? Well, then, I suppose I best direct you to my About Me page. There you will learn all about why I started this blog.
Which of Snow White’s 7 dwarfs describes you best? Plus what would the 8th dwarf’s name be? (Doc, Happy, Bashful, Sleepy, Sneezy, Grumpy, Dopey)
Grumpy until I get my freshly brewed coffee. The 8th dwarf? Hm. Bernadette? Yes, Bernadette. Bernie for short. Because: hot flashes.
Bonus question: What are you grateful for from last week, and what are you looking forward to in the week coming up?
This spring and summer, Reiner and I have fallen into the habit of driving to Dundas or Ancaster on Sunday to eat breakfast and then hike along one of the hundreds of trails in the region. We try to get out early before the crowds, while it is still cool. This past Sunday we were out early, but not before some other like-minded souls got in ahead of us.
Our first stop was Sherman Falls. As we hiked in, we bickered with one another about how to operate the new camera. That’s when I noticed a gentleman seated at the base of Sherman Falls. He was sketching the scene. Sorry, sir, didn’t mean to disturb your serenity.
After we left the falls, we drove to the Heritage Trail opposite the Old Mill in the historic centre of Ancaster. This trail led to Canterbury Falls. The woods were hushed and still. No breeze, no bugs, no birds. No bickering either, I am pleased to report. As we approached the falls, I could hear music, but couldn’t make out the instrument. A coronet? Violin? Yes, it was a violin!
There, on the bridge that spanned the cascade was a chap playing a haunting melody on his fiddle. It was rather enchanting. It was also a bit like stumbling upon a couple passionately engaged. We whispered to ourselves, “The falls are pretty. Let’s go.” After a few paces, Reiner said, “That was a privilege.”
I’m grateful we had the chance to redeem ourselves.
This weekend, the Labour Day long weekend here in Ontario, we are traveling to Cobalt to collect minerals. The last time I was in the area was May 2013 for field school. The roads to some of the mines in Silver Center were filled shut with snow. I was disappointed. I wanted to see the ghost town. Or at least, the remnants of what little remains of the once booming mining town.
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