Recent provincial measures and interprovincial bridge shutdowns have imposed a welcomed break from cabin renovations.
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The Space Between (or: where Chi Pie began)
A friend recently highlighted an ailment suffered by many of us: Impatientitits. You may know its sister syndrome: Get’erdonetosis.
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Keep Calm and Plant A Tree
(warning: post contains more profanity than usual)
I am not sure which planets were aligning this week, but the celestial happenings caused me to lose my rational stuffing.
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Lesson #8 Heeding the Spirit of Stuff
We often have crap in our lives that requires curb kicking. Some items and entities go willingly while others hang on for dear life. Or it is us that cling. Either way, stuff can be harder to shake than a fleece-embedded burr.
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Spring Cleaning
It is liberating to finally open the windows and breathe fresh air deeply into winter-weary lungs.
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Lesson #7 Nature’s Call
You have met Stella the wood stove and our eight squatting squirrels (eviction papers successfully served).
I would now like to introduce Bert.
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It Really Is Not About the Money
I have been wondering whether or not to disclose the purchase price of the cabin. I asked a friend for advice.
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Lesson #6 If the Cabin Were a British Pub
If you recall in Baby Toes Blues, our first order of business on the cabin (after duct-taping Dave’s toes together) was squirrel proofing the soffits with double layers of mesh. There was evidence of a squirrel presence that needed addressing before they hunkered down for the winter, isolating in place with kith and kin and a good bottle of gin.
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Sacred Space and Full Moon Madness
Our full moon will display its complete splendor on Saturday (3:19am Ottawa) and emotions may explode. Dave hesitates to leave the house on the full moon. He says he is a magnet for “full moon people.” I say bring on the full moon people (as I lounge safely on the couch). As long as they are howling at the moon and not at me, it’s all good.
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lesson#5 Brandy Inspired Bites
It’s been a mundane afternoon. I’ve been pulling nails out of beadboard pried from the cabin interior so Dave can get a better look at the carnage that lies within. He needs to figure out what is going on with the existing electrical and is losing hair quickly every time he scratches his head and mutters dispiritedly.
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