Monday Meander - April 26, 2021

No! No! No!

I woke up this morning and apparently slid into a pair of cranky pants instead of my usual comfy blue jeans. Who put those out for me to wear today? Not me! But, they're on now and refuse all efforts to be change. So here I am entering the day as stubborn and belligerent like as an ornery donkey. And don't let me hear that new C-word, the one that has fenced-in our lives for over a year now. That word sends me braying and bucking out of the room.

I'm done with pandemic news. I don't want to here it. No broadcast news about it, no political yammering and hammering, no opinion pieces however learned or not they may be. 

I. Am. Done.

I'm activating the emergency escape system.

I'll be back next week - probably. In the mean time I'm going offline - no social media after this post and no news feeds. There's plenty for me to do even with as dreary a weather forecast as the one for this week.

The Weather Channel

There are thousands of slides to be organized and digitized. I made a start last week and whittled down 1700 images to just 489, covering the years 1965 to 1975. (Warning to family: I have pictures!). It was a delightful trip down memory lane. I can happily do more of same, and there's only about another 5000 to go.  

Then there is a cross-stitch project to complete, the one began a year ago and a baby record pattern to get going on. 

A year ago.

Now - almost done, just some wording to add.

But first, it's time for me to go for a walk. Every day around 1:30pm a neighbour or two and I stroll the rural street outside our doors, weather permitting. For me it is the antidote to all things irksome, all bad moods and cranky pants. We share stories, we rant occasionally, we laugh often, AND we solve all the world's problems, of course. Today the sun is shining but it is cool at 9°C (48°F), so I will have to put on a few layers, tug on a wooly hat and bring gloves. I bet those cranky pants will be off by the time I get back!

Make it a great week for yourselves. 

Stay safe. 

Be well.

©2021 April Hoeller

Thursday, or Thereabouts - April 22, 2021

 It's Earth Day - the 2021 edition!

For some years now, the soundtrack that always plays in my head on this special day is the enchanting music of Aaron Copland's "Appalachian Spring." Bubbling joy, insistent hope, and awesome wonder seem to dance together. Is there any more appropriate music for Earth Day? If you have twenty-five minutes in your day, have a listen to this amazing music.

Is there any more appropriate music for Spring in southern Ontario struggling to assert itself?

Don't think so. Tentative delight, sour setbacks and heartfelt desire move forward in a steadfast march, Spring chanting, "I think I can, I think I can...aw shucks! Begin again - I think I can, I think I can."

The old Shaker hymn that is integral to Copland's tone poem reminds me:

'Tis the gift to be simple, 'tis the gift to be free
'Tis the gift to come down where we ought to be,
And when we find ourselves in the place just right,
'Twill be in the valley of love and delight.

When true simplicity is gained,
To bow and to bend we shan't be ashamed,
To turn, turn will be our delight,
Till by turning, turning we come 'round right. 

 Joseph Brackett (1797 - 1882)

"Restore Our Earth" is the theme of Earth Day this year. There is little that seems simple about that.

We are still masked but we are also still here! In the newly released documentary, "The Year the Earth Changed," the esteemed Sir David Attenborough speaks of amazing survival in the midst of such a year of challenge:

"During this most difficult year many people have reappraised the value and beauty of the natural world and taken great comfort from it. But the lockdown also created a unique experiment. 

Creatures around us have flourished, by and large, in this last year. The stories of how wildlife responded have shown that making even small changes to what we do can make a big difference. 

If we choose, we can transform the health of the planet for all."

 If we choose...

That choice begins with me. I choose to make environmentally responsible choices at home today and every day. It's not nearly as simple as the few mouse-clicks that putting my name on petitions, re-posting and retweeting calls to action, and donating support to local and national initiatives requires, but change, real change has to begin at home. 

Those three R's - Reduce, Reuse and Recycle - that we've known for over fifty years, the banner of the first Earth Day, April 22, 1970, remain fundamental to efforts to restore the earth. Social action and national commitments are important, but I have to walk my talk here at home, as tedious and as frustrating as practicing the three R's may be at times. Then I step outside my door where there are species at risk. I endeavour to make my garden bee-friendly and I let the dandelions bloom - they are such a joyful yellow!

So much to do. So little time...

But,

Many hands make light work...

©2021 April Hoeller

Monday Meander - April 12, 2021

Rainy days and Mondays

When I took in the dreary, wet view outside my door this morning, that familiar song by The Carpenter's spun up on the turntable in my head. It was very soothing to my soul and I wanted to listen to the original as only Karen Carpenter could sing it. What was not so soothing was the discovery that Rainy Days and Mondays was released FIFTY (50!) years ago, April 1971. Holy Hannah, how can that be?  I had to do the math twice, on a calculator!

Mom and her girls, Easter - April 11, 1971)

Fifty years ago I was grade 12, the man and I were dating. He had taken a year off between high school and university and was working the computer floor at IBM, two-week cycle of eight-hour shifts (days, afternoons and nights). 

The way we were - 1971

Life was rich. Unless he was working the social graveyard shift (4pm to midnight), we were at my house on Friday evenings watching TV with my folks (remember the days on ONE TV in the house!) or going with them over to Gram and Gramps. I think 1971 was the year we spent god-knows how many hours soldering circuit boards with resisters, integrated circuits, and more to make into a radio/tuner. It was a kit made by Hallicrafters. It looked something like this one. I have a picture somewhere but after half an hour of searching my slide catalogue, I let the internet find this one.

The summer of 1971, my parents, younger sister and I flew to Vancouver on a 747 ("Fat Albert"). It was epic! A fabulous adventure from start to finish. And we still got to make the annual family to Breezy Point, NY afterward. What a summer!

Capilano River Park with "The Lions" mountains

My slide catalogue has 7 lined pages of entries for 1971 and it's been a fabulous trip down memory lane just to read the notes. It has also taken me over three hours to write this post as I keep returning to the catalogue and then the slide cases to view the actual photos. Turns out this rainy day and Monday has given me energy and purpose. It's time to begin the task culling and then digitizing important slides before the colours and the stories fade even more.

What a great job for this stay-at-home gal on blah days when the garden is off limits!  

 Score!

 

©2021 April Hoeller

Thursday or Thereabouts - April 8. 2021

It's been awhile since I last took up some space in this time slot but this week's Monday's meander got buried under a load of coloured eggs and sweet treats.

And now here we are at Thursday! Warm spring weather has blessed the land for some days now, bringing vibrant colours to life and raising hope for better days ahead. 

Such glorious days soothe the stresses of yet another shutdown, another state of emergency, another stay-at-home order due to raging CoVID-19 variants. There's plenty of yardwork just outside my door. Though it's too soon to give the lawns a thorough raking, I did haul five wheelbarrow-loads of winter debris from the wide ditch out front. Woot! Woot! So too was taking the winter tires off the car and firing up the BBQ for the first time this season. 

The man and I had dose #1 of the vaccine last week so I'm more confident about that light at the end of this very long pandemic tunnel. In the coming month I can putz around in the garden, or even just sit in sunshine watching and waiting for the reemergence of life in all its hues, reaching out to take hold of hopes, dreams, and happiness.

Stay safe. Stay sane. 

Stay at home. 

©2021 April Hoeller    

Monday Meander - March 29, 2021

 So this happened overnight:

Few winters just slump out of the room without a protest or three against spring's arrival in the land. There is usually some push back even after thunderstorms break winter's back (according my Dad's weather lore) and a great thawing of the land has occurred. No worries - the great day star will get to work and melt it all by mid-afternoon today. So be it.

There's lots to do this week... 

The Easter bunny is unimpeded by a pandemic. This is not his first CoVID-19 celebration. He knows the ropes. While I may not yet know exactly who, what, where or when yet, I too know how to pull the ol' festive rabbit out of my hat. Outdoor egg hunt, take-home festive meal, and Easter baskets chock full of treats - I got this.

Today is hot cross bun baking day. Tomorrow it's sugar cookies. Friday is for paska (Easter bread - just think butter, eggs, honey, yeast, and flour)

Easter 2020: sugar cookies & paska

I'd best get to it. Have a great week, all.

Stay safe,

AND
 if the vaccine comes your way,

get the jab!

(The Easter Bunny doesn't want to do the pandemic hop again next year!)

©2021 April Hoeller

Monday Meander - March 22, 2021

Hello Spring!

She has come bringing bright blue skies and so very welcome warmth. The snow is all but gone with just a few sad, dirty remnants of the heaps pushed aside by plows and shovels. The redpolls (above) took full advantage of the fine weather to tank up before they head north for the summer. It has been such a delight to see these red-capped rosy-breasted birds this winter. I will miss them when they go, but then the others will arrive. A robin crossed my path twice this past weekend.

  A single crocus came into bloom yesterday and there are plenty more on the way.

Tulips are pushing up through the mulch and winter debris, as is the rhubarb and the forsythia are sporting plump buds - all accompanied by the buzz of awakened wasps, houseflies and other insects.

These signs of reawakening life after a long winter lift my spirits out of the drab ho-hum and into the realm of happy anticipation. Like the tulips and crocus, my soul is pushing beyond the pandemic rubble to send up tender shoots of  new life. All the frustrations of a pandemic story that just doesn't want to end are shoved out of the way making room for better thoughts and better days to come. So come with me and let's swing into spring.

©2021 April Hoeller

Monday Meander - March 15, 2021

Week 53 and we're all still here.

A year ago less a day I wrote my first post from the CoVID blankie fort. On the whole, it was optimistic, a kind of head-down-get-her-done kind of post. For twenty-two weeks I reported on life in and around the blankie fort. On August 10, 2020 I wrote that in response to ever-improving CoVID case counts, it was time to move on. A warm sunny August encouraged everyone out of their fortresses, masked and distanced as we had to be and that lasted into September. My love and I even enjoyed a few outdoor restaurant meals, the last of which was to celebrate our anniversary.

September 6, 2020

But we hadn't learned all the lessons a pandemic had to teach us. Case numbers rose again as the second wave rolled in. It's now week 53 and though the blankie fort is long gone, I'm still stuck in a strange  land. Sometimes I feel like I'm living inside a video game - moving through my day with a cursor over my head. I do the tasks that show up. Not only do I eat when hungry, too often I also eat when any food comes into view. My moods are erratic yet within a narrow range, no subterranean lows, no supersonic highs, just fair to middling coping within a restricted number of mundane activities all controlled by the mouse clicks of an unseen hand. And every day is the same. 

I am surviving but not necessarily thriving.

The cloister at Iona Abbey

But the end is in sight. There is no fixed date yet the day when we all can move about freely when and where we want (though more often masked than in pre-pandemic times), when we can gather together as family and friends, and when we can hug and be hugged is visible on the horizon. The deer have moved back to their three-season corral, displacing the bikes.

The snow is melting and the rhubarb is coming up along with a few crocus.

Each day moves us closer to the happy day. And that's the way it is in week 53.

I'll meet y'all here real soon. We'll sit for hours, up close and personal. 

I'll even bring the wine.

©2021 April Hoeller