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Good Morning! After all my years of processing, I’ve realized that time doesn’t slow down—so you might as well enjoy it while it passes.
It’s another cloudy morning here in the north as we crawl out of bed. But the good news is we didn’t have any more snow overnight, which means I can let my snowblower and shovels stay in bed.
Here’s the weather forecast for Port Loring, Ontario:
Today (Friday, January 31): Mostly cloudy skies with a high of -4°C (25°F) and a low of -23°C (-10°F).
Tonight: Temperatures will drop to -23°C (-10°F) under mostly cloudy skies.
Tomorrow (Saturday, February 1): Expect sunny to partly cloudy conditions with a high of -13°C (8°F) and a low of -20°C (-4°F).
Stay warm, and perhaps take advantage of the milder temperatures today before the deep freeze sets in tomorrow.
As for Highway 522, it’s mostly clear of snow and ice, but there are a few sneaky icy patches just waiting to test your reflexes. So, if you’re heading out, take it slow—unless you fancy giving the folks at the garage some extra business. Around here, we drive like we’ve got nowhere to be, and that’s usually the case.
Stay warm, stay safe, and if you see someone stuck in a snowbank, lend a hand—chances are, it’ll be you needing help next time.
On another note, I managed to sneak out to my old woodworking shop yesterday. There’s just something about that place—the old stove perking away, filling the air with warmth, a good country tune playing in the background, and the scent of fresh-cut wood that makes a fella feel right at home.
I even got started on making my wooden flutes… well, sort of. Turns out, my trusty wooden jig—the one I made to help shape them—decided to warp while hanging on the wall. Not sure if it was the cold, time, or just plain orneriness, but it sure wasn’t the same jig I left there last time. So, instead of making flutes, I spent the better part of the afternoon fixing the thing. Funny how that goes—you build something thinking it’s perfect, then years later, you tear it apart and realize how much better you can make it.
Anyway, the jig’s back in shape, better than ever, and now I’m all set to get down to making the flutes. I still have to rig up a few things so I can film the process, but that shouldn’t take too long—unless, of course, something else decides to act up. Seems to be the way of things in an old shop, but hey, that’s half the fun.
With that, I’m off for my morning breakfast—once again, made by my lovely wife, as she does every morning. There’s something special about that simple act, something folks today might not understand. It’s not just breakfast; it’s a quiet moment of care, a tradition built over years, a reminder that love isn’t always about grand gestures but rather the little things done without question, day in and day out. And after breakfast, a hot cup of cocoa is in order, along with our morning chat—though truth be told, we never really stop chatting when we’re together.
Even after fifty-some years, we’re never lost for things to talk about. Life, memories, what’s for supper, what the birds are up to outside—it all matters when you share it with someone who truly listens. We’re like a team of Clydesdale’s, always together, never far apart, pulling life’s load side by side, step for step. Neither of us wants to do much of anything unless the other is part of it, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. It’s a kind of togetherness that doesn’t need explaining—it just is.
Some folks spend their whole lives searching for that kind of connection, and here we are, living it every day. Not perfect, not without its challenges, but solid as the ground beneath our feet. And if there’s one thing I know, it’s that a life well lived isn’t about riches or big adventures—it’s about having someone by your side who makes the small moments feel like the best moments of all.
You all have a great day, folks! And remember, life isn’t about rushing to the finish line—it’s about enjoying the steps along the way, even the slow ones. Take time for a good conversation, appreciate the simple things, and don’t forget to share a laugh or two. It’s the little moments that make a life worth living.
Until next time—keep your minds open and your stories alive! GW