The Duck Report - more snow, apparently
The missives from the hinterland are coming fast and furious these days. Mother must be bored.
Duck Report 12 26th February 2021
I am officially marooned! Yesterday I tried to walk out to the woods and made it halfway down the side of the field in knee high snow. The dogs were following my trail and not having much fun, so we gave up and went back up the driveway hoping Rodney had been out on his snowmobile. But he had not, so we just collected the mail.
In the morning yesterday, I managed to get the truck out and bring back forage cubes for Twix. Coming down the drive was pretty scary as every time I braked the truck went sideways (blythe note: the driveway has a significant incline). Fortunately, I was crawling and braked for just short periods thus sliding down and making it into the parking lot. Today the driveway is all ice and impossible to traverse.
In the mail was my plasticized fabric from England. I ordered it to cover the work table in the studio, and it is just what I wanted so am very thrilled! It came earlier than expected and there was no tax.
The cats had dove for supper last night and left me with a pile of feathers by the back door (blythe note: oh... umm, how considerate of them?).
Duck Report 13 4th March 2021
Wow! February really flew by but March is trying to give us a hard time.
Yesterday we took a road trip to Cambellford and Bennett’s furniture store. I had been online and found they had Lazy Boy seats which looked good and were as expensive as anywhere else so I thought they are local and made there in Campbellford - why not go sit in them and see how they are? I found one I really thought was comfortable and looked good so bought it. They are going to deliver the chair but will wait until the snow clears and I tell them they can make the driveway (blythe note: solid plan, Mum).
We seem to have more snow than areas around us, which was obvious looking at the countryside on the way to Campbellford.
My shawl knitting has ground to a halt as I used the ball of single spun I hoped would do the whole shawl. Silly me, I should have realized 1 ball is not enough. In fact it produced 14”. I am not very happy with the wool or the pattern and was about to bin the whole thing, when I thought the colour is what really puts me off so why not dye the finished item? This is what I shall do. I have lots of commercial dye which will overdye brown quite nicely and purple or dark blue could be attractive.
I was going to bin all the extra wool from Ann, as it is just so much work to pick and sort, but then I thought Esther Grav could probably felt with it. She is a lady in the spinner's guild who felts. I will to take it to her for a look at it to see if there is any hope for the mess.
Michael and I were talking this week and ended up on the wayback machine. He wanted to know if Dad had a grocery store? Which was yes, (blythe note: wait, wait, wait... Grandpa had a grocery store? He wasn't always a farmer?) and that led to how he met Mum. Dad also drove around the country selling groceries as was the tradition at the time. When I was little, things like bread, milk, meat, groceries, animal feed and laundry were delivered directly to the farm. In fact, my best friend married the bread delivery man, and my brother John rode to the doctor with the laundry man when he accidently shot himself through the hand with his air gun (blythe note: UNCLE JOHN SHOT HIMSELF WITH A GUN AND RODE IN THE LAUNDRY TRUCK TO THE DOCTOR'S HOUSE? what the...). Nowhere would you find that sort of thing today. The world has really changed.
Duck Report 12 26th February 2021
I am officially marooned! Yesterday I tried to walk out to the woods and made it halfway down the side of the field in knee high snow. The dogs were following my trail and not having much fun, so we gave up and went back up the driveway hoping Rodney had been out on his snowmobile. But he had not, so we just collected the mail.
In the morning yesterday, I managed to get the truck out and bring back forage cubes for Twix. Coming down the drive was pretty scary as every time I braked the truck went sideways (blythe note: the driveway has a significant incline). Fortunately, I was crawling and braked for just short periods thus sliding down and making it into the parking lot. Today the driveway is all ice and impossible to traverse.
In the mail was my plasticized fabric from England. I ordered it to cover the work table in the studio, and it is just what I wanted so am very thrilled! It came earlier than expected and there was no tax.
The cats had dove for supper last night and left me with a pile of feathers by the back door (blythe note: oh... umm, how considerate of them?).
Duck Report 13 4th March 2021
Wow! February really flew by but March is trying to give us a hard time.
Yesterday we took a road trip to Cambellford and Bennett’s furniture store. I had been online and found they had Lazy Boy seats which looked good and were as expensive as anywhere else so I thought they are local and made there in Campbellford - why not go sit in them and see how they are? I found one I really thought was comfortable and looked good so bought it. They are going to deliver the chair but will wait until the snow clears and I tell them they can make the driveway (blythe note: solid plan, Mum).
We seem to have more snow than areas around us, which was obvious looking at the countryside on the way to Campbellford.
My shawl knitting has ground to a halt as I used the ball of single spun I hoped would do the whole shawl. Silly me, I should have realized 1 ball is not enough. In fact it produced 14”. I am not very happy with the wool or the pattern and was about to bin the whole thing, when I thought the colour is what really puts me off so why not dye the finished item? This is what I shall do. I have lots of commercial dye which will overdye brown quite nicely and purple or dark blue could be attractive.
I was going to bin all the extra wool from Ann, as it is just so much work to pick and sort, but then I thought Esther Grav could probably felt with it. She is a lady in the spinner's guild who felts. I will to take it to her for a look at it to see if there is any hope for the mess.
Michael and I were talking this week and ended up on the wayback machine. He wanted to know if Dad had a grocery store? Which was yes, (blythe note: wait, wait, wait... Grandpa had a grocery store? He wasn't always a farmer?) and that led to how he met Mum. Dad also drove around the country selling groceries as was the tradition at the time. When I was little, things like bread, milk, meat, groceries, animal feed and laundry were delivered directly to the farm. In fact, my best friend married the bread delivery man, and my brother John rode to the doctor with the laundry man when he accidently shot himself through the hand with his air gun (blythe note: UNCLE JOHN SHOT HIMSELF WITH A GUN AND RODE IN THE LAUNDRY TRUCK TO THE DOCTOR'S HOUSE? what the...). Nowhere would you find that sort of thing today. The world has really changed.