When Summer Hits …

… it packs a punch.

The thing I love most about living along the Bay of Fundy is the way it moderates our weather here.  In the winter, while the rest of the province is getting pummeled with snow, the words “rain along the Fundy Coast” are music to my ears.  And in the summer, while people a mere fifteen-minute drive upriver are sweltering, life here is quite bearable.

So what the heck is happening this week?!

This afternoon, it was 30 deg C/ 86 deg F, but with the humidex, it was a “feels like” temperate of 40 deg C/104 deg F.  I know that compared to what is happening out on the west coast, this pales in comparison, but it’s just one more thing that is completely unrecognizable to me in this weird decade of the 2020s.

Anyone else of a certain age think we’re going to wake up to find Bobby Ewing in the shower, and the last year and a half was all a dream?

They always say that, while in the Maritimes, “If you don’t like the weather, just wait ten minutes.”

I’m still waiting.

By the air conditioner.


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Morning Pages and Musings

I was in my late-twenties, I think, when I first heard of Julia Cameron, The Artist’s Way, and Morning Pages.

The idea behind Morning Pages is pretty simple: you write — by hand — three pages of whatever is in your head as soon as you can upon waking each morning.

For about twenty years, I tried to get into the habit.  I loved the idea; it was just the execution that took awhile to make a consistent part of daily life.

Then a couple of years ago, two things happened: 1) I found my ultimate Morning Pages destination, the Itoya Profolio Oasis Notebooks (which are a dream to write in, plus assist in improving my handwriting, and 2) I decided that if I could only write one page, due to time or health constraints, then that was good enough!  And BINGO!  The habit was begun!

This morning I finished my first Morning Pages notebook of the year.  Flipping back through all of those pages was so satisfying!

And it was interesting to see, too, how much one can tell by my handwriting on any given day.  Was I rushed?  Was the autoimmune disease strongly affecting my hand that day?  Was my new kitten king-konging up the back of my chair and conducting guerilla hairstyling moves on my unsuspecting head?

Speaking of the new kitten … Bronson has a blog.  It’s a fun project to work for me to work on, when the serious writing has become a bit too hard on the head.

He has been here just five full days, and he has brought so much joy.  I love sitting at my desk, writing, while he dreams away in my lap.


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