Life: Cabin Fever Watch

A Genuine Pile of Snow 2013 April

A Genuine Pile of Snow    ©2013  Photo by author

©2014 by Raymond Alexander Kukkee

 

  Cabin Fever Watch

It seems spring hasn’t hatched quite yet.  It wasn’t bad out there today, just inexplicably dull. Weather on the way in, and all that.  Is that new?   Well, okay, mea culpa, I’ve been off wandering about, trying hard to ignore the weather,   pretending my fuzzy Canadian toque is elsewhere,  putzing along, waiting for spring and glaring at the yard and garden that remains covered with  over 3’ of snow.  It, the thick ‘whitescape’ out there,  somehow, for reasons unknown,  has totally failed to live up to the lovely green and warm images promised in the half-dozen seed catalogues received back in January. Go figure. Think about it, that strange polar vortex doesn’t count, who invented that anyway?

Spring fever hit extra hard this year, a few inches at a time, here  there, every few days, flurries yesterday and again today—and  being Canadian,  it was a delightful -20C only a day or so ago first thing in the morning,  in spite of what you may have heard to the contrary,  such occurrences  affect us only marginally.  Yep. Wanna’ buy a bridge? Ocean-front swamp?
Serious weather events may come to mind,  but I’d be the first to report any extraordinary or overly-exciting  details, you understand, after tolerating and suffering enjoying the coldest and worst Canadian winter in 30 years.  It’s curious how one begins imagining -35C  is weather  “getting milder “…but compared to -45C,  it all becomes relative,  a distraction,  a game, so —yes, we better give the old pompom on the Canuck touque  an exhilarating shake and shed a few icicles from the beard,  you get the idea.

 

Spring fever, also known as ‘cabin fever

“Get me out of here, I wanna go somewhere warm”   kicks in quite naturally as an eye-opener after six months of winter —even for the toughest  hibernating bear or  frozen Canadian.  Sometimes it’s hard to tell the difference between the two, with  toque, big beard,  furry parka, scarf,  guaranteed  -72F  boots, woolen mitts up to the armpits,  —but  yes, something or someone is quite happily  offering you a turn on the snow shovel and the key to the big tractor snowblower sitting out there in the blizzard.

Cabin fever is  a catch-all excuse we Canadians invented to justify getting out there and  building snowmen,  ice-fishing, curling,  skiing, playing hockey, diddling about on snow machines,  hauling in firewood, and procrastinating.  Perhaps even for just staying  in the warmth of a crackling fireplace to enjoy another hot toddy.  That is unless the hapless old abode is buried in snow to the rooftops, that is, then minor Canadian cursing whining cheering is allowable, even required to relieve the old trusses.  Four-letter blue-air adjectives  enhance the Northern Lights romantically dance across the sky as we shovel off more of the white stuff,  waiting for July.
Escape from ice-bound paradise is possible, it happens, but only the rich, sunburned and winter-blessed types capable of flying off on vacation to sunny-elsewhere bother to go somewhere warmer than Canada.  Cuba, Mexico, Venezuela.  If the flight’s not cancelled due to snowstorms and ice, that is a given.

We get it. As usual, we get it.  Cabin fever. We’re here for the duration. Put on the toque, let’s go shovel.   We can do it, we’re Canadian. Wait, wait…it’s snowing again…wet, sticky snow.  Well, sooner or later,  the sun’s coming out. We’re sure  It’ll melt instead. Cabin fever?  There’s always relief. Just outside the  door.

 

Is that Incoming I hear?

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Writing Life: Procrastination? Who,me?

©2014 by Raymond Alexander Kukkee

 

Wait a minute...

Wait a minute…

 

Procrastination?  Who, me?  I’m reluctant to admit I’ve been procrastinating.

Procrastination is not helpful in the writing life.  Perhaps we could soften the guilt by calling it a mandatory sabbatical of sorts.   I like the comfort offered by that concept, a self-induced stress-relieving sabbatical.  At least that’s the excuse reasoning I am tempted to  use, since I habitually and stubbornly resist believing in or admitting to suffering from the writer’s block that other, better writers curse  wail about upon occasion.

There’s always something to write about, I happily tell my blank screen. The cursor blinks, and the empty coffee cup is reminding me there is much going on in the world, many Incoming bytes,  major world events of late,  curiosities,  mysterious fireballs in the eastern sky of Canada, commercial airliners missing for almost 3 weeks with hundreds of passengers missing without a trace, endless war in Syria, Russian expansionism and the invasion of the Ukraine Crimea—let’s call it what it is,  but  I’ll get to those later, I’ll just get up and fill the coffee mug once again before I get on with it. And have lunch too.

Procrastination, who, me?  Wait, I’m back, but I  just remembered I better go walk the dogs too, you know those loyal, patient companions of mine,  a.k.a.   T.T.T. (Tilly the Tall) and E.T.S. (Ebony the Short).  Before committing to any serious tapping away on the keyboard, that is.

As an aside, the keyboard on my Gateway laptop  has  letters worn invisible. It also proudly displays a physical dent worn into the space bar where the thumb reminds the text to move on. Questionable Querty  (Q.Q. for short)  no  longer displays any indexing bumps, they’re worn right off of this seemingly inferior keyboard too.   That sucks for a busy writer that touch-types.

To avoid having to look at the keyboard and revert to hunt and peck,  I cleverly installed  fuzzy thick stickers on those two keys (‘F’ and ‘J’ , I’m guessing, it’s so long since I saw them )  instead, problem solved. Whilst procrastinating, we wouldn’t want to have to be slowed down by hunting and pecking for ‘F’ and ‘J’,   for ‘D’  and ‘E’,   and ‘S’  and ‘L’   and a few others now fading fast,  never mind the space bar which editors seem to want to break off of my keyboard anyway. I have to wonder why.

No matter, at least those two keys now type warm, fuzzy stuff. I wonder, perhaps all of the keys should have fuzzy stickers on them, would that make everything come out warmer and fuzzier? On time?  Even distractions and product failures can end up warm and fuzzy, or at the least, offer that illusion.

We’re procrastinating again, see what happens? Do you procrastinate? How does it affect your productivity?  Do you enjoy your comforting, stress-reducing sabbaticals?   Let’s try hard to avoid procrastinating in the future, wait, want a coffee?  How about a nice walk out in that fresh air that’s supposed to be spring-like?   Procrastination? Who, me?

We’ll be catching up next time…after the sabbatical and a snooze, that is.

 

Is that Incoming I hear?

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