An Old-Timer’s Thoughts on January 27/2024

Good morning! Today’s weather forecast: winter warmth with a 100% chance of confusion. And those that says life isn’t full of confusion is a fool or hasn’t been around long enough to see the truth. Myself, I have always figured it’s them unexpected moments that add flavour to the tale of life.

Temperature wise, we couldn’t ask for anything better here in cottage country. Getting out of bed, it was sitting at -0.1 C | 31.82 F. Although I suspect, the snowmobilers would beg to differ.

Highway 522 is wet this morning, but the good news is there isn’t any ice or snow messing things up. Which is nice, as it saves the bodies on the cars, along with other things. “Salt on the roads? You might as well coat your car in termites and call it a day.”

On another note, it is still quiet around town, other than the local views on things. Outsiders worry about global issues; we here in cottage country are more concerned about who borrowed the neighbour’s chainsaw without asking.

But all in all, winters here in cottage country is like a good book: it’s best enjoyed with a warm blanket and a steamin’ cup of cocoa. And just like a good book, you never know where it’ll take you—whether it’s down memory lane or off into the great unknown.

Yesterday once again I worked the day away in my woodworking shop. I did finish up installing the trim around the new window I have been installing over my work bench. I have to say, it sure is nice being able to look outside throughout the day.

Today, well, today’s the day I finally tackle that shelf project in my shop I’ve been putting off for twenty years, oh! My lovely wife says over twenty years. But hey, better late than never, right? It’s like a never-ending cycle in my shop: clean it up, mess it up, repeat. I will say this though, it keeps me on my toes, even if it does make me scratch my head sometimes!

Fact or Fiction: Old Bill, a friend of mine years ago, couldn’t resist spreading gossip faster than a forest fire on a windy day. One summer evening, he claimed to have heard strange noises echoing from the woods behind his cabin. “It was like nothing I’ve ever heard before,” he exclaimed, wide-eyed. “Could’ve been Bigfoot for all I know!” His friends chuckled, attributing the sounds to an overactive imagination or perhaps one too many sips of moonshine. Nevertheless, the tale of the mysterious woods kept tongues wagging well into the night. I enjoyed listening to those old timers years ago. They had a knack of holding your attention, something that is missing in today’s world.

So with that bit of information floating around in your minds, I am off for a bowl of porridge that my little woman made for me and will then head on outdoors.

Remember, life’s too short to be serious all the time. Laugh a little, smile a lot, and remember to wear clean socks! GW

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