Freedom Truckers

My eyes teared up when I saw this link to my own post. Paul Curran did indeed affect so many of our lives, even those who never actually met him. Just before his passing, he was making plans to come to the U.S. to meet a few of his blogging friends. I’m so sorry he never got to make that trip. Rest in peace, Paul Curran.

See, there's this thing called biology...

I have been closely tracking the great truck convoy for freedom going across Canada in protest of vaxx mandates. Trudeau tried to dismiss them alleging they were just a tiny fringe group of extremists. Methinks not on account of the fact that those trucks just go on for miles and miles, one of the largest convoys I think I’ve ever seen. Even better, the unity and support across Canada has been a sight to behold. Everywhere you look, up and down the roads, on overpasses, are great crowds waving and cheering their support as the trucks pass through, so, so many trucks it takes hours for them to all pass. Even more amazing, it’s like, 7 degrees out there! People pouring out into the streets to greet those trucks in frigid weather, is so not a fringe group of extremists.

It’s just a beautiful celebration of solidarity and unity,

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Blogosphere in Mourning

More than 5 years since his passing, and I still think of Paul pretty much every time I post. He was my inspiration, and were it not for him (and several other steadfast supporters), I would have folded up my tent a long time ago. I’m reposting this today for the benefit of my newer followers who never had a chance to “meet” Paul Curran. There’s also a special link in the right sidebar under Categories, by which you can read most of his stories.

Cordelia's Mom, Still

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Re-blogging Mark Bialczak’s post simply wasn’t enough.  I need to write out the pain.  Our good friend, Paul Curran, has passed away.

Our guest blogger, Paul Curran.

I “met” Paul Curran when I was a tiny blogger with less than 100 followers, and he began commenting on my posts.  His comments were always worth reading – often funny or witty, often sympathetic, and always long.  Lordy, Paul’s comments constituted posts all by themselves!

In preparation for writing today’s memorial, I pulled up all of Paul’s comments on my blog – there were 73 pages of comments!  I’m still crying.

His very first comment on my blog was on March 21, 2014, on my post about naming my new SPCA puppy.  Paul wrote:

Hi CM! First time here – I bopped over from OM’s site. Cody’s a great name for a dog. I’m 100% with you!

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Looking Back

2022 already ?!  My how time flies when you’re having so much fun.

2020 was basically a lost year.  The COVID-19 pandemic changed the way many of us live and do business.  Whoever would have thought that by 2021, a majority of the work force would be operating remotely?  But probably we should have expected that many of us would being doing most of our purchasing online since shopping was already headed that way prior to the pandemic.  And restaurants – so many were unable to weather the pandemic restrictions and simply shut down.  For many of us, family get-togethers were also suspended during 2020 for fear of infection transmission.  Zoom gatherings became a thing, even for those of us who were previously technologically challenged.

And I won’t even discuss the 2020-2021 political chaos.

By mid-2021, a new normal had begun to emerged.  As COVID-19 vaccines were developed and administered, people felt safer going out into public, and the economy started to rebound.  However, remote work which had been instituted as a temporary solution became permanent for many businesses as employers realized it was so much cheaper to have everyone working from home.

So, how were things here in Cordelia’s Mom’s world during those two years?  A brief summary:

◊  During my 3 months of forced unemployment due to the COVID-19 lockdowns in early 2020, I built up my savings significantly.  After all, I did not have to pay for gas to get to and from work, nor did I need to worry about work clothes or lunches.  I spent my time basically just loafing around, sometimes doing photography, and frequently posting on this blog (click on COVID-19 under Categories in the right sidebar to quicklhy find those posts, ’cause I know how much you want to.)

◊  Returning to work after the lockdown was lifted, I realized that 4 days a weeks were simply too much for this old[er] lady, so in September 2020, I cut back to 3 days a week.  Good thing I did, because in October, 2020, I found myself in the hospital due to high blood pressure.  Thankfully, that resulted in addition of a new medication and changes in diet and lifestyle, and I seem to be fine now (but not any younger, unfortunately).

◊  The new schedule freed up an additional weekday for whatever I wished to do.  It was a beautiful autumn and I experienced a renewed enthusiasm for my photography.  But then, winter came and I fell off the steps to my side porch.  Although nothing was seriously injured other than my ego, I found myself going out less and less.  My left knee and leg never did fully recover from that fall, and it didn’t help when I reinjured that leg in Janaury, 2021.

◊  I think that was about when my interest in both blogging and photography began to wane.  I was running out of ideas for posts, and at some point I realized that pretty much everyone in the world with a cell phone could take better photos than I could with my (to me) somewhat pricy Nikon Coolpix A1000.   Although I managed to keep going for awhile, and did, in fact, still take some pretty awesome pictures.

◊  Having at that point determined that neither photography nor blogging was bringing me enough satisfaction, especially in light of the work involved for both, I decided to take up a new (or rather, return to an old) hobby – needlework.  My aghans and hats have become more popular than I ever would have thought, especially my team-themed hats.  Football and hockey season here in Western New York can be COLD, and who doesn’t love a nice, warm hat in their favorite team colors?

◊  Hobbies were suspended briefly in the summer of 2021, when my daughter sold her house and bought a new one, and at the same time I refinanced my own home.  Such stress!  But worth it in both cases.  I saved a lot on my monthly payment through refinancing, but then the house decided it needed every penny of those savings.  The main electric panel failed and had to be replaced, and the sewer line broke, requiring extensive and expensive repairs.

◊  Even before the sewer repairs, I became too tired for either photography or blogging, and decided to give it up take a break.  It was no longer fun, and once something becomes too much like work, it’s time to move on to something else.  Since August, 2021, I’ve posted infrequently and taken even less photos.   But I have blogged and taken photos, so I haven’t totally given up yet and probably will be around for awhile longer.  Hope that makes everyone happy!

I can only hope 2022 turns out to be a good year.   Two weeks in, we’ve already had our share of family crises.  I don’t wish to go into details, but let’s just say that even though I’m not directly involved, being forced to move an elderly relative from independent living into a nursing home is stressful for the entire extended family.  My heart goes out to the patient herself and to her children who are making some very difficult decisions.

Meanwhile, I work on baby afghans.  Apparently, lots of new babies are on the way, and the afghans make great welcoming gifts:

Happy 2022, Everyone.  May your year be healthy, safe, and financially stable.

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Praise for Ditch Diggers and Plumbers

How many bodies do you think could be buried in this “grave” if placed end to end?

All we need is a tombstone or two, right?  Too bad the digging hadn’t been done prior  to Halloween.

Yes, the sewer work has been completed.  While the outside of my house is looking pretty rough right now:

Gotta love that bush that had to be cut in half. Not.

The basement is looking pretty cool:

Since there would be no water nor usable toilets during the sewer work, Puppy Cody and I stayed at our local Homewood Suites by Hilton hotel.  I was impressed by the size of the “room” – it was actually a small apartment with a full sized kitchen and separate bedroom.  It even had a fireplace! (although I never turned that on, so I can only assume it worked).

There were no guest rooms on either side of us nor across the hall, so the hotel was very quiet.  The exit door was a short walk down the hallway, so it was easy getting Cody in and out.  Outside the hotel was plenty of green space, and there were strategically placed bins specifically designated for disposal of pet waste.  Again, I was impressed.

Despite being quite comfortable in our new temporary home, Cody spent a good portion of her time waiting for Dad to come back to take her for walkies:

Eventually, she did settle down:

Meanwhile, hubby hung out at the house because, even though we’ve used Roy’s Plumbing for at least 30 years and they’ve replaced every pipe in the two houses we’ve owned, he wanted to “supervise” the work.  I’m sure the idea of watching a backhoe digging and workmen climbing in and out of a huge ditch to lay pipe factored into his decision not to spend the time with us at the hotel.  He sent me photos of the work in progress so I wouldn’t miss out:

That’s the utility tub from the basement. It had to be replaced along with the sewer lines.

Glad I wasn’t there.

When I was growing up, many adults would encourage white collar careers, claiming that if one weren’t properly educated one could “wind up being a ditch digger.”  I gotta tell you, the guys from Roy’s Plumbing worked their asses off on a fairly cold, damp November day, and as far as I’m concerned they should be (and probably are) paid more than most people working white-collar, cubicle based clerical jobs – and I’m sure that most of the crew were college educated and/or had extensive training.  Plumbing ain’t easy.  Hubby tells me that the crews working both inside the house replacing the pipes and outside the house digging the ditch, connecting pipes and tying into the town sewer line were professional, efficient and courteous.  They got the entire job done in about 7 hours – an incredible feat in my book.

The whole process, from hotel move-in to sewer replacement to hotel move-out took only about 24 hours, but it seemed so much longer.  We were all a little disoriented by the time it was all over.

But at least now when I flush a toilet I don’t hear that horrendous groaning sound which made me think the entire sewer line was about to explode, that horrible sewage smell has dissipated, and now all the interior pipes are above ground so if one ever breaks again, there will be easy access.  I understand that many new homes are being built this way to avoid ground settling and crushing of pipes.

Was it horrendously expensive?  You betcha.  But worth every penny of it.

I can only hope my fingers hold out well enough to complete all those crochet orders coming in so that I can replenish some of my savings account.  My hats have thankfully become quite popular, especially since I’ve added a line of faux spirit hats (colors as close to official team colors as I can get them, and easy to make regardless of what teams my customers support).

We once again are back to more-or-less normal in Cordelia’s Mom’s world.

How are things by you?

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