February has opened with a bit of warmer (again, relatively speaking) weather — though not surprisingly, the radio is burbling about more winter storm watch for tonight and tomorrow — and a new family schedule.
Tom’s helper asked for the month off, so Tom is going to be spending more time around the house and farm, instead of building for clients. I’m glad to have the extra help with chores during the week, as the snow just seems to be getting deeper; Tom is much better at muscling a big round bale of hay or straw than I am. And he lets the kids do fun things, like letting them ride on the bale as he pulls it slowly with the truck. I have a sneaking suspicion that the kids will be doing less formal schoolwork this month and spending more time outdoors with Dad. In fact, the boys told me this morning that their workbench is finished, and they’ve been busy adding to it with gleanings from their father and grandfathers,
I couldn’t help notice the pile on top, where I’m assuming the boys will get their ideas and instructions,
Though Laura is memorizing her 4H speech (subject: “My favorite vacation”) to deliver on the weekend, and all three kids have started learning by heart their poems for the arts festival in early April. Laura is also hoping to get Tom to teach her to build some tiny dollhouse furniture.
The trucker just arrived to haul away the last of the organic wheat, so to prepare, Tom moved 200 tonnes of snow away from the grainaries and to clear the roads. He cleared a bunch of snow around the house too, so the kids have three new sledding hills.
Supervising all of the activity this morning from atop the power pole, I discovered, was an old friend, the snowy owl. My inlaws told us yesterday they had just seen a great horned owl snatch a sharp- tailed grouse in midair.
Not only is today Super Tuesday, but in our part of Canada we learned yesterday, officially at least, that we have a provincial election next month. Hard to believe, but just mere hours from the US border, you can have a 27-day election campaign for an office equivalent to governor; that said, I still get queasy at the idea of having to pay, however little, to join a political party. I tend to follow my own “throw the bums out” school of selecting candidates, and since the bums in question have been in charge for 37 years, notwithstanding the environmental and social disaster that is the Tar Sands, it’s probably safe to assume that I won’t be voting for the Progressive Conservatives; even the Scud Stud couldn’t change my mind (if we lived in Calgary). Unlike his predecessor, the current Premier isn’t even entertaining. Or, as a caller to the local CBC radio show this afternoon put it, “I’d sooner vote for a baloney sandwich.” He had a point.
Baloney or not, though, I’ll be making some poster charts so the kids can follow along, here in Alberta and in the US, with this year’s elections. They’ve been seeing and hearing ads already and are quite interested in the proceedings.
Back to work, to sort out the truck driver.