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Historical Non-Fiction in Northern Ontario

Archive for February 2017


Weather Warnings Tuesday’s forecast was for heavy snowfall – up to 25 cm. The bulk of the snow would hit around 7:00 in the evening. As early as last weekend, the weather network had issued “special statements” which later upgraded to watches. Tuesday, the warning map was wall-to-wall scarlet. Every Tuesday, I volunteer at the Cobalt library. My job is to cover the circulation desk from four until closing. On […]

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Share Your World – February 6 2017

Yay to Cee for overcoming technical challenges – I do look forward to this weekly Share Your World! Regarding your fridge, is it organized or a mess inside? When we bought our new place here in Cobalt, the former owner left us several pieces of furniture including the refrigerator. It’s just two or three years old, so that’s a bonus. What I need to get used to is the bending […]

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Recognize Anyone Famous?

  So, last night as I was pre-composing today’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday post – [that’s not cheating, is it? To pre-write a post that is supposed to be by the seat of your typewriter pants? If there’s one thing to love about WP, it’s the ability to make rules and then break ‘em!] Ahem. … as I was pre-composing today’s SoCS post, which was on the theme of “Hair” […]

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SoCS and a PSA – Hair

Things are getting a little hairy around here, in more ways than one.   Do you remember Bill the Cat? From Bloom County? Famous for acking and cacking and spitting up hairballs? Yeah, well, Oscar is giving Bill a run for the money. To that end, (the front end) I am treating Oscar with a daily glob of hairball remedy – a natural concoction that smells like maple syrup. To […]

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Irreconcilable Differences Part 2*

*or, Cluster Truck** In Part 1, you read about the assorted problems we experienced as we dealt with moving our household, that is the headaches with bankers, lawyers, and buyers. These were all minor glitches, however, compared to the irreconcilable differences between husband and wife. He wanted to move the household contents himself. She wanted to hire movers. He: We’ll rent a truck and move the stuff to a storage facility […]

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Irreconcilable Differences Part 1

  I realized last night that I need to update the details on one of my posts where I report that I’ve moved 17 times. It’s now 18. You see, yesterday was the eight-month anniversary of our move to Cobalt. “Man, that was a lot of work,” said Reiner this morning when I reminded him of the date. “I don’t want to do that again.” I held my tongue. Even […]

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