Tues 10 April 2007

So I'm sitting here reading a blog (love its name, which is what drew me to it in the first place: "My Boyfriend is a Twat"— darn, why didn't I think of that title for this webpage! har-dee-har-har—that'd go over good wouldn't it) from England that mentions a place over there called Maidstone (naturally i think oh! Joni Mitchell's hometown—when she was just a wee genius, not a full-grown one— [where is the band Haywire now, Joan, by the way??? Har-dee-har-har-oh my I do have fun here all by myself]— Maidstone, Saskatchewan, was probably named after the one across the pond) while on the radio station I'm listening to there is a segment on the large number of UFO sightings in Saskatchewan in the past year. There have been over 100. But anyway, scant moments after I read the word Maidstone on the blog, the radio guest says that there have been an inordinate number of UFO sightings near Maidstone, Sask.!

Oh you go ahead and say it's just a coincidence. I'll think what I think. Not that it's meaningful, just that I must be right where I'm meant to be.

When I went for a walk yesterday my ass nearly froze off. Frig, it's cold out there. I mean, yeah the temperature is hovering above freezing, but the wind is like to sear off your skin. I didn't go far. Walked out through this muddy road (discovered there is a hole in my rubber boots, dammit) far enough to talk to the horses for a few minutes, but came back in pretty quick.

Down in Regina, in the southern part of the province, there is a blizzard today. A blizzard! So I guess we are lucky up here, just a couple hours further north.

So, the icy wind is melting the snow somehow and we can probably thank it for the fact that only our storage room has a river running through it, so far. Not the living room and bedroom walls, yet, as happened last year on this date, when it was warm enough for the snow to melt quickly and seep into the thawed ground.

NP: Annabelle Chvostek, Burned My Ass

*:-.,_,.-:*'``'*:-.,_,.-:*'``'*:-.,_,*:-.,_,.-:*'``'*:-.,