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Good Morning! You know, they say you get wiser with age; for me, well for me I kinda figure you just learn to make peace with the unknown.
Well, it looks like old man winter is still hanging around, but he must’ve had a change of heart overnight because it warmed up quite a bit here in good old Port Loring. We crawled out of bed to a balmy -12.7°C (that’s 9.14°F for my Fahrenheit friends). Now, I wouldn’t call it tropical, but compared to yesterday, it sure feels like we’re headed for spring—just ignore the snowflakes drifting down.
For today, expect more clouds than a politician’s promise, with a few flakes still floating around like they can’t decide where to land. We might see a bit more accumulation—just enough to keep the shovels handy but not enough to make a snowman worth naming.
Tonight, things settle down a bit, staying on the mild side for this time of year, hovering around -10°C (15°F). No major snowstorms sneaking up on us, just the usual winter gloom.
Now, here’s where things get interesting—tomorrow, we’re looking at a bit of a warm-up, maybe even hitting a whopping 1°C (34°F)! Might have to break out the sunscreen. But don’t get too excited—there’s some wind in the mix, and knowing our luck, it’ll probably be the kind that sneaks into every crack and makes you regret leaving the house.
So, in short—keep the boots handy, the shovel nearby, and if you’re like me, a hot coffee within reach. Stay warm and stay safe, folks!
Highway 522 has a bit of snow on it, with some icy patches here and there, but nothing too serious—just enough to remind you that winter isn’t done with us yet. Not that many are out testing the roads. Being Sunday, most folks are right where they should be—home, warm, and enjoying a little peace and quiet.
My wife and I are doing the same. Truth be told, Sundays don’t feel much different from any other day for us two. The only real way to tell it’s the weekend is that the phone rings less, and the snowplow takes its sweet time making an appearance. But that’s fine by me. Gives me more time to sip my coffee/hot cocoa and look out at the snow without having to shovel it—yet.
So, if you don’t have anywhere to be, take the day as it comes. Roads will still be there tomorrow, and so will whatever errands you were thinking about running. Might as well sit back, relax, and enjoy the day.
On another note, I spent the day in my old woodworking shop yesterday, and for once, things actually went the way they were supposed to. Managed to get a lot done on those flutes I’ve been talking about for the past week. Some days, nothing seems to go right—tools act up, wood doesn’t cooperate, and before you know it, you’re wondering why you even bothered. But then there are days like yesterday, where everything just clicks. Funny how that works.
I’ve learned over the years not to get too excited about things, good or bad. Life has a way of balancing itself out. One day, you’re ready to toss your project into the wood-stove, and the next, you’re standing back admiring a job well done. Keeps things interesting, I suppose.
Today, I figure I’ll carry on in my woodworking shop, now that things are finally falling into place. For a while there, I wasn’t so sure—hadn’t made flutes in quite some time, and I wondered if I’d remember all the little tricks needed to get them just right. My wife kept telling me not to worry, said it would all come back to me once I got into it. And, like most times, she was right. Amazing how the mind works—especially an old one like mine.
That’s the thing about woodworking, and living up here in the north for that matter. You’ve got to be patient, take things as they come. Some days, the wood just doesn’t want to cooperate, and no matter how much you measure, cut, or sand, it won’t turn out the way you planned. Same goes for life up here. Weather changes in a blink, plans get put on hold, and sometimes you just have to wait things out. But if there’s one thing I’ve learned, it’s that experience has a way of sticking with you, whether you realize it or not. You might think you’ve forgotten something, but give it time, and it comes back—just like riding a bike or splitting a good piece of firewood.
So, yea in a bit I’ll head on out to the shop, enjoy the quiet, and see what the day brings. If all goes well, I might just have a flute or two worth showing off before long.
With that bit of wisdom floating around in your mind, I’m off to enjoy my morning breakfast—courtesy of my lovely wife. She’s been making sure I don’t go hungry for more years than I care to admit, and I’ve learned not to argue when she tells me to sit down and eat. After that, we’ll settle in for our usual morning chat over a hot cup of cocoa. Just the two of us, taking in the quiet of the north, talking about whatever comes to mind—yesterday’s projects, today’s plans, or maybe just how the snow looks settling on the trees. Nothing fancy, just the kind of conversation that comes easy when you’ve spent a lifetime together.
You know, at this stage in life, i found it’s not the big things that make a day worthwhile—it’s the simple moments. A warm drink, a good talk, and the kind of company you don’t take for granted. And really, what could be better than that?
Have a great day folks, and remember, life isn’t about rushing to the next thing—it’s about taking the time to enjoy what’s right in front of you. Whether it’s a hot cup of cocoa, a good chat, or just watching the snow fall, the little things add up to something pretty special. As an old feller once said, “Don’t go looking for the good days—they’ll find you if you let ‘em.”
I’d like to also take a moment to remember our dear neighbour, Bea, who passed away last night around 7:30 PM at the age of 95—just 19 days shy of turning 96. She was one of those people who made a real difference in the world. My wife and I had the privilege of looking after her when she needed it, and she became not just a neighbour, but a true friend. It feels cold and empty looking over at her home now, knowing she’s not there. Our hearts and condolences go out to her family during this difficult time. She will surely be missed.
Until next time—keep your minds open and your stories alive! GW