cardio rehab exercise start


This week I was assessed for exercise rehab following my open heart surgery.  Received some helpful notes and started two part routine: aerobic (walking) and muscle resurrection (hand weights).  This morning I used my walker to stroll quickly inside the house.  Fifteen minutes at a quick pace seemed like a small proof  of the Theory of Relativity. The cats were amused. I was a tiny bit winded and my recovery was easy and also quick.DSC04895DSC04897

 

Outside we received a few inches of snow with high winds during the night.  Georgian Bay is still rolling its waves. Today is bright sun shine and some -10 C.  A perfect Spring day. Laughing hysterically out loud.

Photos of our shore and the boathouse made with Sony Nex F3 and 18-55mm lens.

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Snow Wallop April 15


image imageWoke to find elevator crash drop in temperature from 17 celsius to minus 5 celsius and several inches of snow. All those early Spring returning birds will have a hard day.  Temperature high tomorrow will be zero celsius.  Wednesday to climb to 5 above.  Photos from my kitchen door.  100 miles north of Toronto.

It has been an unusually fierce winter and it has dragged on into Spring.  There has been extra snow from the seasonal usual and a large number of very cold days.  Spring in Central Ontario is not much of a season, cold, rainy, grey days.  Lots of mud.  Summer bursts out like a sudden surprise. It is not a gradual improvement, instead it pops out and the hot weather descends.  All the green plants turn on their colours like some giant turning a light switch.

 

Snow Recession


The sun is reaching for the remaining snow around here.  It is still deep in the woods by the roads especially on the north facing sections.  But the shoulders of the roads hidden all winter have appeared.  Georgian Bay in front of my home remains solid.  Yesterday I heard my first starling of the season, such a nasty bird call.  Made me wonder what is star-like about them to gain their name.   I look forward to double digits in the high temperature for tomorrow, 10 degrees Celsius.  I have wondered if the migrating birds are smart enough to read the weather along the way and to slow their arrival north.  They need the ground uncovered and the plants growing, insects to feast upon, to make a go of it.  I am extra weary of winter this year. I enjoy winter but each year as I get older it seems a bit too long and Spring in Ontario always starts as a cold, rainy, slow slide towards summer.

Spring somewhere in the future


Snow receding slowly around here and with that motion, some flooding in a minor key but mercifully bare roads.  My summer tires on rims are sitting waiting in the boathouse.  I have about 60 feet of grass to roll them over to get them in my car.   That grass has two and a half feet of snow still stacked up all the way.  Last day or so we have not heard any snowmobiles out on the frozen remainder of winter covering Georgian Bay.  No open water yet.  I am hungry for Spring.  Much more this year than any other.   I will not complain about the heat and humidity this year.  I promise.

forecast and other notions


We are shaking our heads at the recent weather.  After the crazy heat (25 degrees Celsius) the mercury has bounced around closer to the seasonal norm. The weather folk keep dropping the “snow” word and the more frightening “freezing rain” on one day or another in their 14-day forecast.  So far when that day arrives we may glimpse a flake but have not needed to tie up our skates. There are buds out on lots of trees. They must be shivering on some nights (dropped all the way down to minus seven Celsius) in this our relatively dry, too dry Spring.

Around this time last year I ended up in hospital and I am hoping that does not happen this year.  I don\t believe it was my sap running that caused the problem a year ago.  Hard to forecast one’s health precisely when managing multiple issues.

Today Georgian Bay looks like a miniature North Atlantic, steel grey in flat light and a bit of light relief in a few whitecaps.  The wind is howling at the sun porch windows trying to get in and chill me but I am offering up  the coolness to the great god of clarity. May she keep my brain unmuddied and not too warm and fuzzy.

Forecasting my writing efforts for the rest of the year, hmmm.  I have several projects in the works.  This blog is central to that list.  The one great principle of writing, apply ass to chair and start and stay until words have emerged on to the page.  I will be doing that more this year.

trouble with the heat


When I arrived home from a meeting late last evening I was told by my sister who shares this little residence in paradise, the old family cottage/formerly parental unit retirement estancia that the somewhat old window unit AC cube was making such a racket and vibration that it was causing her ears to ring.  This was not good news.  She had just had her broken wrist cast removed in the afternoon and she has been struggling with me as her primary domestic chore doer and chauffer.  So I went around and opened every window in the place after checking the inside temp 86 F and studying the  outdoor thermometer, 80 F.  The AC unit got turned off.  The large box fan got wedged in the open but screened front window, one of many windows on that bayside wall.  The dog who was panting very rapidly got  taken by me out to my car and we went for a fifteen minute drive with the car’s AC unit going full blast.  That cooled off Grace, the one year old golden retriever.   I then sat in the dark of the sun porch with the box fan drawing outside somewhat cooler air inside.  I put an oscillating fan on the floor in hopes the dog would lie near it.  After an hour and with the inside temperature at least down to the outside temperature, I brought pillows from my bedroom to the sun porch and lay down there. I slept some and from time to time checked the temp.  We have a handy little digital thermometer from Radio Shack.  By 5 AM the room was down to 73.8 F.  And so it goes. It is now 532 AM and I need to get ready to head out for dialysis, but first I need to shut all the windows. My sister cannot easily close some of them.  The old place has done some settling and some windows need extra oomph to open or to close. I am almost looking back fondly on last summer when it was cool and rained a lot and I didn’t even bother to install the old, until this year, faithful AC window cube.  At least the dog cooled off and slept, my sister despite her ringing ears slept, and I slept a little too. The cats seemed to get a kick out of all the windows being open and with the AC unit off they could listen to the night sounds and mediate on who or what they would have liked to assassinate out there if they were allowed outside which they are not.  Around here I prefer the Fall and the Winter, although I would prefer a slightly shorter winter with as few days of -27 C weather as possible, thanks.  Spring is too cold, too wet, too muddy.  The Spring I want is the Spring they get in London, England in April. Those people really know how do April the right way.