The Land Where Summer Wasn't...

I'm here to complain about the weather. If you're the kind of person who can't stand it when other people talk about the weather, then toddle along, because I intend to yammer on for at least a couple of paragraphs about my disgruntlement.

As of mere seconds ago, according to the Weather Network, it is 8 degrees C in Liverpool today. According to the calendar on the wall, today's date is June 15. We are, what, one week away from the official start of summer and allow me to describe what I am wearing. Yoga pants, socks, long sleeve t-shirt, zip-up hoodie, mostly zipped. Yesterday I was wearing jeans, socks, a v-neck mostly wool (but still lightweight) sweater with a mostly wool cardigan (yes, the one I knit) over top. I came home from work and it was so chilly in here that I crawled under the quilt on the couch with all of the aforementioned layers on. I had the quilt tucked up under my chin and under my feet. Now, the interior temp. may have something to do with the fact that there is currently little to no foundation underneath the floor, but that is besides the point and an issue that will be addressed in a future post.

I haven't seen the sun in days. I'm starting to doubt it's existence. I'm starting to think that it was some sort of fantastical dream, that I imagined this bright ball of light in the sky so many many moons ago.

I don't know if there has ever been a time in my life where I still had the heat on in the middle of June, in either the house or the car. I swore I wouldn't do this, I swore that after all of my years of keening over the humidity in Ontario, the stiffling, smog-ridden, lethargy inducing humidity of my youth, that I would thoroughly enjoy the clean, crisp, refreshing Nova Scotia air without so much as a peep. BUT I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE! I require warmth. I require sandals on my feet and a skirt to cloth me. I swear to the almighty that the temperature HAS NOT CHANGED since our arrival in March. MARCH PEOPLE!

According to the locals, this is indeed unusual for this time of year. I'm not ready to believe them yet. I'm ready to sit here and sulk until I see the mercury rise. We've been assured that while spring may be cool, the fall is brilliant. All I can say to that is autumn better be damn well worth the wait.

It Was a Rainy Day...

Me and my half brother Raoul...no wait, that's a Pizzaville commercial.

Me and my husband, this guy...

...hooked up the washer and dryer. But first, some soldering.

Lest we have a very soggy situation in the upstairs bathroom, as the feed for the washer is tied into it and the pipes up there are very much not hooked up to anything, some shut-offs had to be installed. So he installed them.

Then he finished hooking up all the hoses and stuff.

Sometimes a closer look synthesizes the info. a little better.

Other than holding some tools and reading some instructions, this was my contribution to the effort.

So what do you do once you've finished hooking up a front loading washing machine? Why, you watch it do it's thing of course.

Oooooo, the lights came on!

Ooooo, now it's filling up with water!

OMG! It's making suds! It's actually making suds.

At this point I had to go run some errands, so I left the constable to enjoy the rest of the show.


One of the errands was to get some buttons for this...

...my now completed sweater. And yes, I'm wearing it in the hugging-my-washing-machine picture, sans buttons. I couldn't help myself. It was damp and chilly, perhaps a permanent state in this province, and the sweaters intended purpose is to ward off said chill and damp.

There's really no pictures of hooking up the dryer, cuz, well, it's not as interesting. You basically just plug it in. And it's in the shed, which isn't as pretty as my half finished utility room. But, we are getting there. The flooring should be here sometime next week. Yeeha.

And I think that's it for now. It's another rainy, foggy day and I really don't feel like doing much of anything today. But, time's a-wastin'!
Until later...

In Bloom...

It was nice to just take a moment this weekend to pause and spend a few moments on something in the yard that wasn't overgrown, full of rocks or a weed.

I have very limited gardening knowledge or experience, but I do believe that this is an apple tree. We have a few of them growing in the front yard. I wandered over the other day to smell the blossoms and they are utterly beautiful.

My grandparents had a few apple trees growing on their farm, way back a million years ago now. I used to swing on this old, ratty swing that was tied to one of it's branches. The rope was weather beaten and frayed, really awful to the touch. But I loved that swing.

I didn't know what was growing in front of the house until it started to bloom. It's not quite fragrant yet, but again, I'm pretty sure it's a lilac bush. I love lilacs.

These remind me of living on the lake in northern Ontario, way back a million years ago now. Lilacs everywhere. I got so excited when they started to bloom because it meant that spring was officially here and summer wasn't far behind. More light, more time outside. Full days at the beach, nights by the fire. Sailing on sunny days, watching the storms from inside. Barefeet, sunburns, hot dogs, sand in my clothes. The smell of the water, wild strawberries, ice cream sandwichs, skipping rocks.

I wonder what summer here will bring?

Effing Weather...

Anyone else who is sick to death of winter, please raise your hands. Thought so. There's a whole herd of us out there.

So this is how much I'm hating winter right now. My connector flight from Sarnia to Toronto, a piddly little forty minute flight, not even enough time to fight with the peanut bag, eat the peanuts and fully digest them, was CANCELLED! %$#@&*()!@#$@@!
Thats right, expletive. Not expletive deleted, full on, full blown expletive. A whole stream of expletives as a matter of fact. I think I will be expletiving all day.

As far as I know, the flight from Toronto to Regina is still on track but damned if the Bombardier or *&^%$%^& Dehaveland Dash 8 twin prop piece of *&^% could be bothered to show up at the @#$%^&* one horse airport to pick my !@@ up. I...hate...everything.

As a rather crappy consolation, Air Canada has booked me on the 6 am flight tomorrow, connecting with a 9 am flight out of TO to Regina for an approximate arrival time of around noonish. It's better than my having tried to race to TO (a four hour drive) to catch my 1:30 pm flight. I won't be late for Biff's grad, but it is one more day added to the...too many &^%$#@! days since I've seen him last.

Life can be so frustrating sometimes.

So I'm going to go do a little retail therapy.