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Others were hit far worse than us, but parts of the farm could take weeks to clear up all of the snapped or downed trees. Limbing and felling the ruined trees will take a very long time just due to the sheer number of dangerously leaning trees covering our trails and walking paths.

As far as the actual physical farm buildings I’m not sure, as I’m not privy to that part of the business. Could be insurance, Parks Canada, the Conservation People or private contractors, or even us charged with fixing the damage and making the property safe again. No idea.

I have heard the term Derecho in relation the the 800 km line of wind storm that stretched from London to Montreal, doing various amounts of damage, and even weak tornados along the leading edges of the wind driven event. I hear that it’s a pretty rare event here. So that’s fun.

The sound of chainsaws, wood chippers and sirens has been pretty consistent since Saturday afternoon was the storm passed over us. Our home had minor branches come down on the front port, door over hang. But 12 minutes further south the farm was struck hard, and twenty minutes north east Uxbridge had some devastating destruction as well. My folks in Ottawa had close to 20+ trees come down on their street and lost roof shingles in the process.

It’s some serious shit. Tornado hit our farm.

**Nearly ruined my writing streak, but as luck would have it, I found a hotspot about 20 minutes south of us.

I just about forgot to keep the streak going! Near miss on my part. Have a large, urgent project in my lap that I need to do so gonna be a quiet one from me today folks.

He kidnaps children, whisks them away to Neverland so that they’ll never grow up. You know who doesn’t grow up? Dead kids. He’s the angel of death, and Captain Hook always tries to stop Peter Pan, and rarely goes after the lost boys. He’s witnessed the transmogrification of so many children in his life time, that the ticking of the clock drives him mad with grief and despair for those he couldn’t peel away from Peter’s endless parade of unwitting dead. Carried off, in the night, on pixie dust from their bedroom windows. Captured in a web of childish delusion as they fell to their deaths, never to grow up. Sad story bruh.

If God is good, and so great & powerful, why didn’t he strike down the Devil, and save us all that grief? Why do we buy garbage bags for the sole purpose of to throw them away? Why buy insurance when they are far more likely to stiff you than pay out when you need it most?

The age of nuance, context and “it depends” is rapidly receding in the rearview mirror of contemporary society, and I got one and wary to see it go. Rare that a subject be completely black or white, rather a vast continuum oscillating along the spectrum of varying shades of gray. As we learn more, and come to terms with our past selves we should have the grace to slide the dial on said continuum to better reflect what we “now know”.

Listen to me prattle on, and wax poetic. Not even my thoughts. Mine are a jumble. Mostly fixated on odd jobs around the house. I’m more than a little excited to get the new window screen project up and running. Viva la breeze!

Finished another book recently. I am behind on my 12 books to read this year. But then I was writing one of my own, working and trying to do some wood working. Excuses, all. But now I’m in the thick of it – again. James S. A. Corey’s “Memories Legion” collected short stories was a nice, if brief return to the Expanse universe. But now I have exhausted all related materials in that universe, excepting the tv show. Which didn’t do it for me. Maybe another try at it would spark some joy? But I’m kinda snobby when it comes to sci-fi tv show production quality.

I am now ready a Robert J Sawyer book about Robert Oppenheimer and the Manhattan Project. I like it a great deal. Then I will read Don Winslow’s, City on Fire, and then a couple Children of science fiction books by Adrian Tchaikovsky. If I read all four in the next six weeks or so, I’ll be on track for one book a month for the year. Not including what I read to my kids every night, or political doom scrolling on Twitter.

Waiting on a grocery delivery, and having the tires changed over. Not exactly a full day today. Best of luck to you all.

And we are all the better for it. Getting a touch dry round these parts after several weeks with no meaningful rainfall. Usually we get into mid June, or early July before we start with the thoughts of a drought. Times they are a changing. Not for nothing, but the change in the trees over the last five days has been non trivial. We have the leaves! The Lilacs are blooming and everything smells like fresh cut grass and flower blooms. It is a welcome reprieve from the nearly 30 degree Celcius temperatures of last week. And we are still a full month away from summer. But that is our weather for you. Miserable through April, a handful of days in the late teens, early twenties (i.e. ideal spring weather) and then BAM! a punch right to the tits as we snap over into 90+ percent humidity, scorching sun shine, and heat waves. All fine and dandy during the summer when school is out, and you can crawl into a pool, lake, pond or river, not so good when your kids are stuck inside an ancient school with no AC, as the temperatures reach the mid eighties or higher for a sustained length of time. I’ll be picking up sweat drenched cherry tomatoes from school for the next six weeks. Poor kids.

I did manage to sneak in a grass cutting session just moments prior to the downpour. It felt like there was some hail mixed in there too. Will have to check the plants to see if they were shredded by those fat, ice cold drops. Front yard only, this time around. We like to leave some wild flowers out for the honey bees, and bumblebees to putter around. Plus the purple and blue look nice for a week or two.

It is Monday, again. So that means domestic duties get pushed to the front of the to-do list. Laundry, dishes, floors and unclogging a sink. Whee! Blargh. Seems like I’m unclogging this damn sink every six to eight weeks. Not the most pleasant task around here. But I thought we were going to get thunder and lightning so I didn’t want to be out in the shop mid cut if the power dropped out, or we had a power surge.

The screen door is finally painted up. Four coats, and a light sanding with 320 grit. Now for trim and the mesh. Then hinges and hardware for the door itself. It is moving along, slowly, but surely. All the best to you and yours this fine Monday in mid May.

Is not how I wish to spend every single weekend. One per day is perfect, a chance to get out, do something a little different, off the beaten path, chat with friends, then BAM! Right back to regularly scheduled life programming. Doing two or three in a day is a messy endeavour. Kids get over tired, and then we all feel out of sorts. I’m not built for that lifestyle.

However, as we speak we are gearing up for two separate birthday parties which the kids need to attend. Luckily, same day, same time, in two different cities. So we will divide and conquer rather than try to do both in the same day. That’s an ugly rush filled trial when you have to attempt that trick.

Also it is now Sunday, and I am exhausted. I feel as though I could sleep for two days straight if I gave it enough effort.

Cook, clean, work then sort yourself out, on repeat forever until you die. Interrupted by precious moments you’ll cherish, followed by the usual slog. Don’t mind me, just sorting out and putting away winter gear, in preparation for our three weeks of mild sunny spring before we collapse over into the searing heat of summer. This is the goldilocks zone for southern Ontario weather. Warm but not sweltering, not yet in a drought, and plant life is growing. Wonderful time of year, if you don’t suffer from seasonal allergies.

I am once again cleaning up the living room after the kids have played in it. Then I have to sort out my hair. Buzz cut, anyone? Anyone? Right to the scalp if I can bear it.

I had a few cracks to fill on my door, so I’ll be sanding that today. Then cleaning my shop, so that I can paint without excess dust settling on everything I’ve spent days sanding to a soft delicate finish. Then back to sawing up Cedar strips and moving along with the build. If all goes well I’m going to turn to a window screen for the kitchen. If I have enough material left that is. I may not.

Is it Thursday all ready!?! It has been at once a very long week, and a very fast one, full of completed tasks on my to-do list. I have two birthday parties in June to plan and execute. One for my wife, and the other for my youngest. Why do people take forever to RSVP to stuff? I have to order food, drinks, snacks, dip and a cake to suit how many guests, so if you wait until the last minute I’ll just have to exclude you. Now I’m the bad guy. Or order expecting you to show up, get ghosted, and have a telling reminder that a bunch of folks were no shows to our event(s). Bah. This is why I don’t like people very much.