Category Archives: Diary

Mr. New’s dog died. This news is given to me by George. George is our indispensable helper who comes once or twice a week. He moves snow, chops wood, cleans up my kitchen a real wonder and even repairs things. … Continue reading →

So as I was saying Fall ended with Chanukah and because people lit lights everywhere, actual  fire lights with candles, I don’t believe electric lights do anything but waste hydro, the days have started to get longer.  This has little … Continue reading →

Some of you will remember my Fall Diaries which dried up due to Holidays, Political Stress, Business demands, Medical tourism in Southern Ontario where all the specialists live, getting sick with what is now called Flu but we used to … Continue reading →

Today is Guy Fawkes.  When I was a boy we would make up a  “Guy” who was an effigy of the historic Guy who planned to blow up the Houses of Parliament and if this stuffed figure was good enough … Continue reading →

So the storm has passed.  It is about 4 pm and the sky is crystal clear, pale hazy blue, no clouds and only a gentle breeze stirring the thin exposed branches of some tall trees.  Then the power goes out.  … Continue reading →

The wind is blowing leaves around like tiny ballet dancers in orange costumes. But this was written a week ago. Since this time, Sandy roared through here like a freight train with a single unwavering purpose all night and almost … Continue reading →

Brenda looked out of the window first thing this AM and saw two deer crossing the lawn.  This in itself is not very unusual but they have been scarce all summer and here they are now in October all over … Continue reading →

This is precisely that time of year when the mice, who know a thing or two, look around outside and think about how much more pleasant the future would look from a berth inside my house.  It is entirely possible … Continue reading →

I woke up to the rain again and got up thinking of this: O western wind when wilt thou blow, The small rain down can rain; Christ that my love were in my arms And I in my bed again. … Continue reading →

Brenda was right by George, we got the green tomatoes yesterday just in time as today the rain is a steady pour reminiscent of Dicken’s descriptions of the rain in Lincolnshire in Bleak House.  Made us think of poor Lady … Continue reading →