Sunday Evening

Posted by Jim - March 8th, 2009

Train Tracks looking EastSunday, March 8, 2009.

+2˚C/+36˚F @ 7:09 am.

I took the photo to the left about 20 minutes ago.

The train tracks are a couple hundred yards from our house here, you get so you hardly notice the noise most of the time.

But anyway, the snow is melting and the trees are at least thinking about budding and there might even be small patches of green here and there.

Cathi just brought the boy home from the weekend at his father’s and he’s arguing that she should have done his chores while he was not here.

And while I was typing the last line Cathi changed the channel from Flash Gordon (the new series) to something else, black and white world war ii  bombers dropping bombs on Europe which was not what she wanted to see, but- when I complained, she hit the back button on the teevee.

It’s a Sunday- I changed the clocks, including the internal clocks in all the computers at the studio and here we are… getting ready to try again to wish happy birthday to my friend in Vermont.


Daylight Savings Time.

Posted by Jim - March 8th, 2009

Eastern Corner of our Living Room-I’ll have to go into the studio today and make sure all the clocks on all the computers are set correctly.

-But here is the Eastern Corner of our living room. The house is situated so the corners point to the compass points.

This was a couple hours ago. Cathi was half watching a movie from India about a royal love triangle and had just announced, “I’m watching a silly movie from India, it must be way past time to go to bed.” (She was also working on computer stuff on her laptop. We have at least half a dozen projects going on at once, including getting a dvd ready for a friend, editing a radio interview with Geneve Blue (who wrote “I Ching Jukebox”, a novel) several web pages, a couple custom graphics for web pages… and income tax returns (which seem to be much more complicated up here in Canada than anything I had to deal with in the states.) )

Painting (by Cathi) of Cathi's cat,

Paintings on the walls. the one to the left is a numbered Robert Bateman print. There’s too much glare to tell, but the subject is a spotted leopard reclining. We have a spotted and striped Bengal cat (newish breed, crossbred from asian leopard cats and domestic tabbies, their import was illegal in Connecticut last time I heard, because they thought they were a wild breed, cat sized cats, nothing like a tiger or cheetah or other exotic cat, but-) anyway, Cathi saw the print in a commercial gallery in a big shopping centre in Ottawa and had to get it. (Domino, whose birthday is March 4th, is a worrier, he worries about everything, he wanders around at night calling out to other cats that we can’t see in a trilling voice, sounding like “Moe- Moe- Merrrrrrrrroe! Merrrrrroe!” he is quite ambivalent about letting us pet him, he gets so happy he falls off the edges of whatever furniture he’s sitting on and then he has trouble coping with the fact that he’s been clumbsy in front of humans (which every cat knows, are members of an inferior race of quasi sentient beings.) He spends a lot of time running away and hiding.

The painting to the right is one Cathi painted, “Bo” was a white long haired cat, an instigator, ring leader, and trouble maker, who weighed in at 32 pounds (which is huge for a cat). That makes him twice as big as Moe, our own orange instigator (who loves waiting until I’m almost asleep on the couch or in the recliner, then running across the room and jumping about five feet through the air to land on my poor unsuspecting belly. I’m thinking he secretly keeps track, giving himself a score that he calculates, based on how high I jump and how loudly I gasp.)

Another interesting thing in the top photo in this article/post- The Native American/First Nation drum, hanging from the light switch of the old old light fixture in the corner there, often thumps on it’s own. Cathi and I are pretty sure the thumping is caused by our ancestors and friends and guardian angels who have crossed over, announcing their presence, asking if it’s okay if they pay us a visit.



Sunday Morning / What we did yesterday –

Posted by Jim - March 8th, 2009

Our Garage On a Grey Day in March

Sunday, March 8, 20009.

+1˚C/+34˚F @ 4:49 am.

This is probably the first of several current photos that I will post here in this blog.

Our “Four Car Garage”, photo taken yesterday, a grey day, with snow and wet asphalt apparent.

We probably got this house at a ‘reduced price’ because the real estate people listed it as a “Handy Man’s Dream”, mostly because of the garage workshop area where the previous owner supplimented his income by working on people’s cars. Potential buyers probably read that and thought the house was a Handy Man’s Special / Basket Case.

Looking up at the inside ceiling 2nd floor of the GarageI took these photos before we went to the local builders’ supply place in town to show the guy what we’re thinking of doing and get as good an idea as we could about what we would need and how much it would cost.

We want to insulate and finish the second story here, which is currently wide open, unfinished, you can see the underside of the steel roof.

We’re thinking this would be a wonderful place for Cathi to have an artist’s studio and we could also have office space where I could be writing, doing radio stuff, recording video… doing lots of stuff….

I mean it looks like pure potential.


Let’s see how this looks, and see if I have to write another couple paragraphs to make it look right, or not.