Beach Weather!

The girls and I had to make a run into town for them to pick up and sign their tax paperwork (no unhappy surprises for them, thank God!).  It was a gorgeous day, so when we took advantage of being in town to play some Pokemon Go, we also took advantage of a Pokemon Go gym being right at the beach.

It’s 21C in town, and the cool breezes off the lake made it perfect for enjoying the sun and sand!  There were quite a few people enjoying it.  Come summer time, when the tourist season kicks in, this beach gets quite crowded, so I much prefer to visit it now!

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My younger daughter decided to go right into the water – as did others we saw on the beach.  The ambient temperature might have been nice, but the lake water is still ice cold!

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You can just barely see it in the above picture, but there is actually still ice on the lake, way off in the distance – the tiniest patch visible near the top left of the photo.  To the right of centre, you can see someone in a power boat.

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One of the places we regularly stop to play Pokemon Go is the parking lot for a park, the yacht club, and marina.  Today, there was a whole forest of masts on the hillside of the park, as people were bringing over tiny sailboats to prepare them.  We could see more being brought over as we played the game, easily carried by only two people. The parking lot itself was quite full of people tending to their boats, both for commercial fishing and for casual use.

The population of this town basically doubles in the summer, with all the people who come out to their cottages, some for a couple of months, others just for the weekends from the city.

When it’s quiet like this, I like to keep on the lookout for interesting rocks, such as “fairy stones” (rocks with holes in them, typically bored by local bivalves, the shells of which also dot the beach) and sometimes small fossils that get driven onto the beach by the tides as the ice melts.  Yes, this lake is large enough to have a tide.

This is one of the things about the move back that I am looking forward to enjoying!

The Re-Farmer

Spoiled!

I must admit, I’ve been very spoiled for the last decade or so.  Today was one of those days of realization.

Why?

I went shopping for Easter.

When we were living in the city, it was such a simple thing to run out to the grocery store.  We’d found stores that carried things, or varieties of things, no one else did. All of them were relatively close. By far my favorite grocery store was one I went to to get those things I’ve never seen carried anywhere else. Like Knorr bouillon cubes. A common enough item, normally – so long as all I want is beef, chicken or vegetable. This store? They had the cubes in mushroom, basil and garlic, fish stock, and more. When I made meals in a jar, I could include cubes in a mix and match of flavours.  I can’t even find those at the Knorr website!

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Then there were the salts. Such a variety! Smoked salt, Persian Blue, Hawaiian sea salt, red wine, black sea salt, French Grey, Fleur de Sel…

Today, we actually found both Fleur de Sel and smoked salt – and the price tags on them were rather shocking!

This particular favorite grocery store specialized in European imports – mostly Italian and Polish (the only place I could find a Polish cream fudge). They had the biggest selection of olive oils and pastas in the entire city – vinegars, too, I’m sure – and were voted best deli, year after year.

Then there where the cheeses. Oh, so many varieties of cheese out there! And I’m talking about just in a regular grocery store, never mind places that specialized in them.

In our Easter baskets, I would try to include some new or different cheese, at least 2 types of salt, tiny bottles of different kinds of fancy olive oil, infused vinegar, and even try different kinds of stuffed green olives – though our favorite turned out to be dried and salted black olives.  When I wasn’t able to bake bread for our basket, my favourite grocery store had a number of wonderful varieties, baked in their own traditional Italian wood fired oven.  I just had to make sure to be there shortly after they opened, because by noon, their daily bread inventory was decimated.

There was just so many places we could go to, with so many regional and ethnic varieties or foods available, it was awesome to try new things, any time we could afford a little extra.

My older daughter and I were chatting recently about this change in availability, and the surprising things we found ourselves missing. She mentioned that for some reason, she’s suddenly started to crave century eggs, of all things.

Trying to shop for our Easter basket was a good illustration of how much things have changed.

We could have gone to our usual grocery store, a 15 minute drive away. We’d have a choice of 2 stores in this town. One of them is a Sobeys, so it’s got most of the same inventory a city store would have, which isn’t too bad. Selection is limited due to the relatively small size of the store. The other grocery store is part of a local group of grocers, so while it’s even smaller and has less variety of some things, it also carries things the big store never will, but are more desirable for living in this area.

Neither are places we’ll be able to find fig infused white balsamic vinegar.

For our Easter basket, I liked to include extra special things. So we didn’t just include salt. We would have a unique salt; usually two different kinds.  There would be a type of cheese we hadn’t tried before, or one we would get only for special events.  One or two types of olives would be included.  Even the horseradish paste was available in a variety of types.

For our first Easter after our move, I knew we weren’t going to be able to match our usual baskets, but I still wanted to find some special things.

Which we weren’t going to find at our usual grocery store.

I knew I wasn’t going to find it in the next nearest town, where my mother lives.  They have even less variety in the one grocery store.

We could probably have found all these things in one of the many regional or ethnic grocery stores in the city, but did I really want to drive the hour and a half to one of the stores I found online, hoping it would have what I wanted?  No, I did not.

In the end, we decided to try the town I’d been taking my mother to the hospital to, all last week.  I’d helped my mom do some shopping there on the last day we went in, but I was focused on her, not the stores, so I didn’t notice too much about how they were.  Still, one of them looked big enough that I thought we’d find some interesting things.

Which meant a 40 minute drive to go grocery shopping.

So we made a day of it, taking some time to explore the main drive and check out some shops.  Which was good, because we found one really awesome place we’ll be coming back to, for sure.  When we have money. :-D

We also got to see a film crew turning a street corner into a Christmas scene.  Looks like a movie production was taking advantage of some unique architecture.  No clue what movie was being worked on.

When we did start on the actual grocery shopping, there was nothing there I couldn’t have found in the town nearer to us.  In fact, they had even less – except for a surprisingly large section dedicated to products imported from the UK.  Which was cool, because we found some flying saucer candy.  I haven’t seen those in at least 15 years!

So we went to the second grocery store.  While we got a couple more things, the selection there was even more sparse.

It wasn’t until after we got home and I started getting ready to make the pickled pink eggs that I realized I was out of an ingredient I needed, which meant we ended up going out to the closest town, after all.

What used to be such a simple thing now requires significant amounts of driving, with not much chance of finding what I actually want.

Now, none of this is actually essential in general, and certainly not for our Easter basket.  It doesn’t need to be fancy.  The basket isn’t as important as what it is for, and what the contents symbolize.  Plain table salt is just as acceptable as any other kinds.  So is any easy to find cheese.  Olives, olive oil and vinegar are our own additions, not traditional.  They aren’t necessary at all.  We’ve just become used to being able to do more, simply because we could.

Not so much anymore.

Now, if we want to have the same things, we have to plan on a day trip to the city and be prepared to drive to several different stores – once we find them, in the first place!  There is no equivalent to our favourite grocery store out there at all – at least not all in one place.  From what I’ve been able to find online, we’d have to visit at least 2 different places, and they are at almost opposite ends of the city.

As much as I enjoy things like (affordable!) fancy salt or le pleine lune cheese, they’re not worth all that extra time, gas or money.

And so, we will do without.

Even when it was easy to get these lovely little treats, I appreciated the fact that we could get them at all.  After all, I did grow up here in the sticks, when even less was available locally than now.

Still, I will readily admit, I was spoiled by the availability in the city.

I don’t know that I can say that I miss it, exactly.  I certainly do, but as the luxuries they were, purchased only when we had a bit of room in the budget.  They were never every day things.

I can definitely say that now, when we do find some of this stuff, I appreciate it even more.

The Re-Farmer

Un. Be. Lievable. Part Two

Drove out to get the mail today.

First, the good news.

Our daughters now both have their new medical care cards.  Yay!

The bad news.

My husband and I got our forms and photo copy of our birth certificates back.

Two problems.  They want a more legible copy of my husband’s birth certificate.  His had gone through a wash in a back pocket many decades ago, so it’s in rough shape, but still readable in its plastic holder.  Apparently, the photo copy wasn’t good enough.  I was able to read it, but whatever.

I’m thinking I’ll take a very well lit photograph of it, use software to bring out the text even more, then print that out and see if it will be good enough.

Then there was me.

Guess what they want from me?

Yup.

My marriage certificate.

Keep in mind that until 2004, I had a medical card in this province, using my married name.  I still have the darn thing.  But if I want my card to have my married name on it, they want a copy of my marriage certificate.

So not only can I not get my driver’s license transferred because my birth certificate doesn’t match my hyphenated married name, I can’t get my medical card, either.

And the 3 month limit is up.  They’re still billing our previous province, but how much longer can they do that?

And how much longer can we drive our van with out of province plates?

I was thinking I need to call my insurance company again and let them know what’s going on.  Turns out, I got mail from them, too, with a letter saying my file is incomplete.

No kidding.

So that’s on the to-do list for tomorrow.

I can’t believe that after using my married name for almost 30 years, this is now suddenly a problem.

I’m starting to wonder if I should just stop using my hyphenated name and go back to using my birth name.  But then, that name won’t match my current driver’s license or vehicle registration.  Even our content insurance, which I was able to update to our new location, has my hyphenated married name on it.

Un. Be. Lievable.

How is anyone supposed to be able to wade through all this in only 3 months?

The Re-Farmer

We Got Deer!

It took a while – and perhaps it was found when we weren’t there to see – but today, a white tail deer finally showed up at the deer feed we’ve been leaving out.

What a beauty, too!

This is so exciting!!

(photo taken by P., using a Nikon D80 and a 70-300mm Nikkor lens)

 

To Sleep. Perchance to Dream.

One of the things I was looking forward to – hoping for – with this move, is to be able to sleep again.

The few times I came out here to visit, I slept better than I had in decades, not realizing how poor quality my sleep had become.

For all the weird things going on, including the odd things that keep me up at night, this hope of mine has been true.

The last few years, I’ve been getting perhaps 4 hours of sleep at night.  If I was lucky, I’d get a couple hours nap, later in the day.

One of the things that prevented sleep was noise.  Traffic noise.  People noise.  Drunk people noise.  Emergency vehicle sirens noise.  Animals.  The occasional crunching of vehicles hitting each other noise.  Having people living on either side of our walls noise.  Just… noise.  I wore earplugs to sleep for many years.

The other thing that prevented sleep was pain and stress.  The more stressed I was, the more pain I was in, and the stress levels have been high since 2013.  It wasn’t unusual for me to have to take painkillers, just to sleep.  Just over the counter stuff, but I was already taking painkillers daily because of my osteoarthritis and dislocating of metatarsals.  Then there was that mystery pain in my side no cause has been found for.  I used to never get headaches, but tension headaches had become frequent.  By the end of the day, anything I’d taken earlier had worn off and I would need to take more, many nights.  In the last weeks before the move, of course, I was taking them every day, just to push myself to keep going.

The biggest sleep killer, however, was busy brain.  Much of it, stress related.  I’m sure many reading this will understand.  No matter how exhausted, once your head hits the pillow, it starts.  A thousand thoughts, whirling through your mind, and before you know it, you’re wide awake, too wired for any possibility of sleep.

I used quite a few techniques to help alleviate the sleeplessness.  I picked up some sleep headphones and would listen to music.  This would sometimes be enough to drown out the busy brain.  Sometimes I would listen to instrumental music, sometimes to binaural recordings to induce brainwave patterns to assist sleep.

Some nights, however, the busy brain was just too much, and I needed voice to drown it out.  For a while, I tried listening to audio Bible, only to find it led to me start falling asleep in church, during the homilies and sermons.  Plus, if I want to listen to an audio book of any kind, I want to actually pay attention to what’s being read, not fall asleep and miss it.

One thing I tried that worked well was to record myself reading positive affirmations.  Unfortunately, my first attempts, using my phone, didn’t last.  For some reason, after a while, the files became corrupted and the recording would begin to sound weird.  Eventually, I borrowed my daughter’s microphone and used my desktop.  That worked, and there was no file corruption problem.

Sometimes, however, nothing would work, and I would resort to over the counter sleeping pills.  Which also didn’t always work, but it was a last ditch attempt.

Since the move, for all the hassle and stress with the state of the house, the hot water tank dying, the ongoing troubles with the movers, and so on, my sleep has improved substantially.

No more earplugs.  Noises such as the furnace turning on or the wind outside are about it, and those are rather soothing.

Not once have I had to sleep with headphones on to drown out my busy brain.  I’ve still had some nights where my thoughts just ran in circles, but I fall asleep anyways.

Most amazing of all is, I hardly ever take pain killers anymore.

It’s not that I don’t have pain anymore.  I certainly do.  But it’s so much less than it was before.  Once in a while, I’ll be hurting a bit more and will need to take some during the day, but I don’t think I’ve had to take any before bed since the move.

I can actually sleep again.

What an amazing thing.

The Re-farmer

Wildlife Visitors

The deer have yet to discover the feed we’ve started leaving out for them.

Other critters, on the other hand, are appreciating it.

So far, we’ve seen some Blue Jays, my daughter spotted a Grey Jay, and of course there have been plenty of chickadees and squirrels.

Here are some photos my husband got through the living room window this morning, with our old Nikon D80.

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Blue Jays are one of the few birds we see more often in the winter.

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Red Squirrels are pretty much the only type of squirrel we get here.  About an hour’s drive away, my sister gets both these little squirrels and the huge grey squirrels in her yard.

Wildlife visits are one of the positive trade offs with this move!

The Re-farmer

 

Oh, What a Pain!

Coming from the background that I have has found me making some very interesting observations over the years.

Growing up here on this farm, I essentially grew up as if I were part of another generation.  We were subsistence farmers; we basically grew enough to support ourselves and make a bit of money selling a few cows.  When my father bought the farm from a family member, he upgraded from using horses to using tractors.  There are very few people my age that actually took part in stooking and threshing, outside of Thresherman’s reunions.  I can go into museums that feature pioneer displays and see tools and equipment I actually used.  We grew, raised and processed most of our own food.  It was, as I affectionately call it, a life two sticks ahead of the stone ages. Continue reading

Recovery.

I hope you all had a wonderful Christmas celebration.  May the Christmas season continue to be one of peace and many blessings.

For us, today seems to be working out as a day of recovery!  There is still a possibility of carolers coming by, but I don’t know if this place is still on the list of stops.  My family usually had a big dinner here on Boxing Day, and the carolers would come.  I’m pretty sure the grapevine has spread the news that we now live here.  I do hope they come. It’s a local tradition I have missed.

Our usual custom, when living away from family, was to have a big wigilia feast on Christmas Eve, stretching things out until midnight, when we would open gifts.  On Christmas morning, there would be the stockings to go through, and the day would be much quieter and contemplative.

Of course, we couldn’t do that this year.  Continue reading

Cat Whisperer, and more

My younger daughter is some kind of cat whisperer!

Last night, when she headed out to give the outside cats some warm water for the night, The Mothman came out.  He’s been hanging out more often, and even taken over one of the old dog houses at times.  The other cats are nervous around him, so they won’t go in with him, like they do with each other.  When she came out, there were cats all over for some reason.  Then Mothman came out of the dog house and she saw why! Continue reading

New Habits

As chaotic as things are, we’re settling into a bit of a routine.  Mornings, the heating of water for washing begins.  My past habit of staying up to the wee hours and getting up at around 10am has changed to going to bed before midnight *gasp* and getting up earlier.  It takes most of the morning to heat enough water to wash up not only ourselves, but any dishes and stuff that needs doing.  No point in heating all that water again in the evening, just to do dishes.

In the morning, someone goes to feed the outside cats and get them some warm water.  A warm water refill gets done again, later in the day, when what we gave them earlier is frozen.

Packing my parents’ stuff, cleaning shelves, unpacking our own stuff, then finding somewhere to put it, happens when we can.  I have been getting a fair bit of it done while heating water and stuff.  Usually it starts with, “I should make breakfast, but I could really use… ” and then I end up going through several boxes to find an item, get distracted and do something else, get distracted and finish another thing… then, eventually, I remember to go back and actually make breakfast.

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Green tea with chamomile, in my footed cup, all freshly unpacked!

We’re tea drinkers in general, but since the move, tea is ever-present.  Even when I was just coming out to stay a short while (usually for something funeral related), and I stayed at the farm, the kettle seemed to always be on.  We’re drinking more tea now than we did even just before the move, when the water at the co-op started tasting worse and worse.  We have since found and unpacked our tea supplies – we have a LOT of tea and tea supplies! – so the variety is being enjoyed often.

Loading packed boxes into the van and taking them to the shed has had a bit of a stall.  The van is currently full of stuff for the land fill.

Now there’s a new habit we’re going to have to get into.  Regular trips to the dump. Continue reading