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Good morning, You know, I’ve discovered that, much like writing, life is mostly about editing, and understanding when to stop making changes.

Port Loring Weather Forecast

Wednesday, October 15th

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Morning Observations

Well, it’s 42.4°F (5.8°C) out there as of 8:25 this morning, which isn’t bad for mid-October if you’re dressed for it. Humidity’s sitting at 75 percent, so there’s a dampness in the air… the kind that makes everything feel a little heavier than it is. Wind’s calm, barely moving, just a whisper out of the north-northwest. You wouldn’t notice it unless you were paying attention.

The barometer’s reading low at 997.5 millibars, which tells me the air’s thinking about something. Not today maybe, but soon.

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Local Wisdom Over Long-Distance Forecasts

Now, I don’t put much stock in what the big government or corporate weather outfits say. I’ve got my own weather station set up out back, it’s nothing fancy, but it’s honest and it’s local. Truth is, I trust what I see out my window and what I pick up from nature more than any forecast that comes from a city a hundred miles away.

You pay attention to the jays getting quiet, the squirrels packing things away early, the way the wind shifts, or the air smells as nature’s got her own way of telling you what’s coming. Sometimes I’ll just step outside, stand there a minute, and I can feel it… a change brewing, even if the digital readout hasn’t caught on yet.

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Today and Tonight

So here’s what I’m seeing: expect some sun today, but keep an eye on the western sky this afternoon. Low pressure like this has a way of inviting weather in when you’re not looking. Could be nothing, could be clouds moving in earlier than you’d figure.

Tonight will be cold, down near freezing so if you’ve got anything tender still out in the garden, you might want to cover it or bring it in.

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Looking Ahead

Tomorrow’s looking fine, sunny again, but by Thursday, I’d say showers are likely—that lines up with what the barometer’s been whispering about, and the way the crows have been acting.

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Final Thoughts

Anyways, that’s what I’m seeing. Dress warm, enjoy the sun if it shows up, and don’t be surprised if things shift sooner than expected. The air’s got that October restlessness to it.

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On another Note: Yesterday I worked the whole day and then some in my old woodworking shop. I managed to get a bunch of wooden flutes cut out, 22 to be exact, and now I’m starting to laminate exotic wood into places that I think will make them look downright beautiful when all’s said and done.

This part of the process takes time; it could take me three or four days, depending on the feelings I get when I’m doing what I’m doing. Funny thing is, truth told, it sometimes seems that someone else is making these flutes other than myself.

Well, maybe there is, as who really knows what this life of ours is about. I’ve figured after living for so long that there’s a special energy that lies around us. Most folks don’t pick up on it, but I have. It’s nothing like most folks think, not God or a higher power, as I don’t cater to those things. But it’s there just the same, and well, I have to say, with its help we sure do make some nice one-of-a-kind flutes, let me tell ya.

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So what are you up to today, GW?

Well, today we’ll carry on with what I was doing yesterday. However, there are still some leaves that need to be cleaned up, and I might do just that if I feel I need to get away from my flute making for a spell. We’ll see how that works out. So with that, I’m off for my breakfast that my lovely wife has made for me, and I’ll enjoy a cup of hot cocoa while we have our regular morning chat. Then, well then, I’ll head on out to the woodworking shop.

Until the next time: Keep Your Minds Open & Your Stories Alive.

From the Desk Where I’ve Seen It All. GW

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Good morning. You know i have always said, “If you can’t fix it, learn from it.” Turns out that works for people too.

Looks like a mild, unsettled sort of day here in Port Loring. At the moment it’s sitting around 48°F (9°C), with clouds hanging low. it’s possible we could see a few light showers early on. By late morning, the sky should start to break, with a bit of sun sneaking through and the temperature climbing toward 60°F (15°C).

Come afternoon, expect a mix of cloud and clear, topping out around 62°F (17°C) before cooling back down into the low 50s°F (10–12°C) after supper.

So, a cool, damp start, and a softer finish. A day that doesn’t quite make up its mind, but still good enough to get a few things done.

Highway 522 has slowed down a lot, but it is the long weekend, Thanksgiving, and most folks are spending their time with family and friends. In our area, you can tell by the empty driveways and the smoke curling up from chimneys that people have settled in.

This year, my wife and I are spending it alone. We told our boys to enjoy theirs at home, which is what we’re going to do. It’s a two-hour drive for one son and a six-hour drive for the other… one way, so staying put just made sense. No driving back and forth. No coordinating who brings what, or wondering if the turkey will be cooked in time. Just us, a quiet house, and maybe take some time to enjoy that new book I have wanted to read now for the past month or so. Or better yet write up a few stories of my own that I have had in mind.

At any rate, after a major, busy summer—two months of running a huge garage sale, putting our home up for sale (though it’s off the market for now; maybe we’ll try again come spring), and keeping our one-of-a-kind gift shop open for folks dropping by—plus all the usual fixing and fussing around the house, and probably a dozen more chores I’ve forgotten (seeing as we’re getting up there in years), all we want to do is put our feet up, enjoy a bit of turkey, and relax. Truth told, we are simply wore out—the kind of tired that sits in your bones and doesn’t shake loose with one good night’s sleep. So. this year, we’re keeping things simple and easy going.

On another note, yesterday I spent some time out in my woodworking shop, getting things ready to make a few more wooden flutes. Just a couple days earlier, my wife and I took a drive south to visit some friends of ours who sells woodworking equipment and exotic wood. We picked up a brand-new Dewalt 22-inch scroll saw, and loaded the car with all sorts of lumber that will make for some really nice flutes once I get to work that is.

You Know… my wife and I always enjoy those trips. The folks there are friendly and never too busy to help us hunt down just what we need. But it should be noted that a good conversation and quality tools have a way of making a fellers pocket-book a touch lighter. Anyway, afterward, we grabbed a bite to eat, checked into a motel, put our feet up, and just enjoyed a quiet night away. The next morning, we had the breakfast that came with the room and took our time driving home, taking in things we don’t get to see that often.. All in all, it was a good trip.

I have come to the conclusion that we really should do that more often. As getting away, even for a short while makes coming back home to the country feel even sweeter, with all the space and calm you just can’t find anywhere else.

So what are you up to today GW?

Well, today I’m going to help my wife set up her art studio. She’s getting things organized so she can get into her painting this winter. That should keep me busy for part of the morning. After that, I’ll head out to my woodworking shop and pick out some wood for the flutes I want to make. Maybe clean up my shop a bit more, and by then, I’m guessing it’ll be about time to sit back with a cup of coffee and a sandwich. We’ll see how it all shakes out.

So with that, I’m off to enjoy my morning breakfast that my lovely wife has made for me. After that, I’ll have a cup of coffee to go along with our usual chat, and then it’s time to get to work. Or at least, that’s the plan—but we both know how plans go around here.

Until the next time: Keep Your Minds Open & Your Stories Alive. GW

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Good morning. You know: After living through more stories than I can remember in my life, I have learned something important. Life is not about being perfect. What matters most is leaving something behind that is worth finding. This might be a lesson, a memory, a painting, a story… or even a kind word. The thing is… perfection does not last, but what we share and leave for others is what really counts.

Starting things off, we here in cottage country are waking up to cloudy skies and some showers this morning. And by the looks of things, it will stay this way for most of the day. However, things should clear up overnight, and sunshine will return tomorrow, bringing in a beautiful day.

Highway 522 picked up some traffic yesterday. There were more cars, campers pulling ATV s and boats, and a few motorcycles out for a ride, likely taking in our fall colours. That being said, the rain we are having now will probably bring most of the colour to an end in our area for another year.

Although the tamarack has not changed colour much yet, it is one tree I enjoy keeping an eye on. Did you know the tamarack is one of the few conifers that drops its needles? Most people see a brown conifer in late fall and think it’s dying, but the tamarack is just settling in for winter, doing what it has always done.

The Natives around here… the Anishinaabe and others… have lived with these trees for generations and saw the tamarack differently than we often do. They called it by names that spoke to its nature: some knew it as the tree that sheds, others as the one that marks the seasons. They used its strong, rot-resistant roots for sewing birch-bark canoes and baskets, bending them when green and trusting their flexibility and strength. The inner bark had medicinal uses, and the wood, dense and durable, was used for anything that needed to last.

But more than its uses, there was respect for its timing. The tamarack does not rush. It greens late in spring, long after the others have leafed out. It turns gold when the hard frosts come, and it drops its needles when it’s damn good and ready. In a world that often mistakes stillness for death, the tamarack reminds us that letting go is part of the cycle, not the end of it. Come spring, it will green up again, quiet and reliable as ever.

Maybe that’s the wisdom worth carrying: not everything that looks bare is lost, and not everything that lets go is finished.

So with that, I am off to enjoy the breakfast my lovely wife has made for me. After that, I will have a hot cup of cocoa this morning for a change. At my age, it’s best not to rush into things. I like to start the day slow and easy. And if the cocoa goes cold before I finish it, well, that just gives me an excuse to ask my wife to make me another cup.

Until the next time: Keep Your Minds Open & Your Stories Alive. GW