I have not posted as much as I like lately and not much about diving. My brain is a little scattered by a new contract, where I’m encountering a steeper learning curve than expected, or perhaps I’m a touch slower than advertised, jury is still out on that, but meh. Also we have not been diving in a while (I’m not ready for ice diving, doubt I will ever be) and most of you already know all of my scuba stories.
Ultimately of course the sugar shack maple syrup making experience would be pointless if it wasn’t about food. Well, food and family. You don’t prepare 50 000 calories worth of dishes for yourself, at least I hope not.
Logging is a traditional occupation for the winter months if you’re a farmer, it’s also bloody hard work. It keeps you in shape provided you don’t loose any fingers, you should see the tough as nails 80 year olds around here. Even today it’s hard work and we have hydraulic splitters, gas powered chainsaws, plus quads and tractors to lug the wood around. I really have a hard time imagining the amount of sheer strength and hours it took a mere 70 years ago to turn trees into firewood. Lumberjacks were the original cross-fitters, but probably less douchey. I mean I’m sure they could talk about other stuff. Cheap shot, I know.
In a previous post I banged on a little in my ham-fisted way about the importance of traditions. If you have ever been to the northern New England or southern Quebec woods in the spring, the odds are good you saw some buckets hanging on trees and smelled the sweet sweet aroma of boiling sap in the air. It’s maple sugar time baby.
Otium cum dignitate is the Roman expression of a Greek concept (as is much of Roman culture, but not all, plus the Romans tend to bring something unique to their Greek appropriations) that translates into leisure with dignity.
Leisure with dignity. Yes please.
This is going to be short, quick, and dirty.
That’s what she said.
Okay, not so dirty after all. The beauty of writing an obscure blog is that I know exactly who reads it. All three people. And that is perfect. Well, a bit more than three people but not by much, so tip of the hat to all of you, whether you are in parched Australia, the beautiful Canadian West, the United States of America or Mother Europe. While I’m at it, let me check the stats to see where you’re from. Daaaamn. I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised that when I start typing google analytics the first suggestions that pop up are of the less than wholesome kind. Dirty after all I guess. It’s not because of my search history I promise.