Elliot Lake heebie-jeebies

It's 11:45, the night after the last day of clinics. Tomorrow we drive back to Sudbury, a scenic 2 hour trip through some beautiful countryside; we're hoping to get an early start and get to Sudbury in time to visit Dynamic Earth, an attraction that allows visitors to tour the nickel mine and visit the world-famous Big Nickel (and the Big Nickel jail, mentioned earlier in these pages). I'm looking forward to it, it'll be a fun way to end an overall fun trip.

That, however, is tomorrow; between now and then, I have many hours ahead of me here in Elliot Lake, which, in spite of the wonderfully relaxed and amicable inhabitants, gives me a shuddering case of the willies. It's a quiet place, populated by approximately 12,ooo souls. During its heyday, it was home to about 30 thousand, largely supported by uranium mines in the area. After the mining operations shut down, the town dwindled, and has more recently become known as a retirement community.

It's the time of year when I walk around with my eyes cast upward, watching for the Scott's birthday meteor shower (also known as the Perseids meteor shower). The peak was last night, but apparently our home-away-from home in Sudbury is not in the best part of town, and I was advised not to go out wandering after dark. No worries, I thought, Elliot Lake will be nice and quiet and dark, and an even better place to watch the night sky.

Tonight after our clinic ended and the bunch of us (declared the alpha-and-omega clinic team by the other Sandra and I) had feasted at the Fireside Grill, I wandered out of doors to see what I could see. What I saw, as I ambled away from the ancient hotel (which itself reminds me a lot of the movie The Shining, to my great discomfort) was a perfectly intact little town, with not a single indication of life. Store signs and lights were on, although the stores themselves have been locked up since 6:00. The streets were completely empty of people and cars. A piece of plastic caution tape rustled at the end of the block. The monstrous hotel's decrepit air conditioning system belched startlingly and ominously behind me as I made my way through the parking lot. It felt like a scene from a Twillight Zone episode, the one about the guy who found himself to be the only living creature in town. I began to worry about zombies and bears, and whether I would be able to sleep with the AC in my room making those creepy organic burbling sounds. By the time I'd made it about 500 feet from the mall door (for the hotel entrance is within a little tiny mall which has been shuffled through by innumerable people whose lives are almost completely lived) I was completely unnerved. I acknowledged that there are indeed far more stars visible than either from home or from the Sudbury hotel parking lot, and then hustled back up to my room, locking the door behind me.

It may have been the pasta dinner (isn't cheese said to cause bad dreams and unease?), but I'll be glad to see the sights of Elliot Lake by daylight in the rearview mirror as we're burning out of town in the morning.

the refrigerator curse and playing dairy roulette

I'm in Sudbury working at a 2 day clinic put on by my department. This means that a team of us has been sent up here to provide in-person passport services to the good folk of the north, who would otherwise have to either send in their applications by mail or make the lengthy trek into one of our offices. We've just wrapped up day 1, and busy as it was, it was also pretty fun. The folks here are pretty relaxed and happy to see us, and us, we're happy to be here.

A few of us went out yesterday to Science North, and had a surprisingly good time. I'd thought it would be like a watered down version of the Ontario Science Centre, but it was it's own thing altogether, lots of hands-on stuff, live animals, even a butterfly garden. While messing around with a display of telephones, my boss called me (from a couple of phones away) and asked if my refrigerator was running. We all hee-hee'd about it, and then continued on our way.

After Science North we hit the grocery store and stocked up, I got cottage cheese, yogurt, fruit and a chicken salad, came back here and tossed them in the fridge. It wasn't until today, about 10 minutes before I was to start work, that I realized the fridge was not cold...it wasn't even working! The food was still cool, so I got some ice and put everything back in and ran off to work. During my dinner break, while noshing on my tepid salad covered with cottage cheese, I began to question the sanity of my meal choice, and abandoned the feeding halfway through. I'm now waiting to see if last week's recovery from food poisoning has left me with any special immunity to the refrigerator's revenge. (o please o please)

exorcising demons and journeying north

I am recently (as in today) recovered from a troublesome spot of food poisoning, and am feeling pretty good. I'm attempting to catch up on stuff--bills, dishes, general tidying, maintenance on my worm composter, etc, and figured I'd add 'posting on the blog' to the list.

The episode of the malevolent food took me quite by surprise. We had gone to a bbq at a friend's place, and enjoyed some very fun company and some very delicious food. All kinds of food. And too much of all kinds of food. I also got to introduce a little kid to some ladybugs, much to his mom's dismay. At some point several hours later, I woke to some highly distressing stomach cramps, followed by vomiting and associated problems. This lasted for hours, followed by a day or two of more cramping and general unsettled-ness. Not sure what the culprit was, but it was it was something that I found pretty appealing at the time.

Tonight, after a bout of therapeutic composting (my cure-all for just about everything) I feel way better. I'm introducing about 50 new compost worms to my indoor composter, courtesy of my kind compost-and-worm mentor Mike. I'd kinda forgotten about my indoor composter for a bit. Not a huge deal, they can survive for a good while, but they weren't really thriving. Time to start 'er up again and have a go at worm-bin 2.0!

I've only just thought of it, but this is one of countless indulgences I'm allowed. As far as I recollect, one day Byron came home and was told 'hey honey, I built a worm bin!' and all of a sudden there were 200 worms living under our kitchen sink. His audio buddies should take pointers and learn that if they would allow their spouses to be a little nuts in their own ways, they'd have a far less difficult time justifying their audiophile craziness. :)

I'm still loving my tinybook; it goes with me almost every day to work and on my varied adventures. It's good for emailing and surfing and working, but I'm a little dismayed to find that it and facebook don't get along very well. I'm finding the touch-screen (instead of a mouse) pretty easy to use, and I'm coming to appreciate the subtler keyboard. And, of course, I really love the portability of it :)

I'm looking forward to using tinybook on my trip north next week. I'm getting to go away to work! I'm so psyched! What's hilarious is that it's a trip to Sudbury and Elliot Lake with my boss. Doesn't matter really. I'm getting compensated pretty well to get on a plane and leave my regular job for a week to perform the aspect of my job that I think I'm really good at (ie. dealing with old people and non-big city people), and..and...Sudbury! I was there as a child, I have photos of me in the Big Nickel Jail! (as a tourist, not an inmate). Science North is there (I'm picturing a sort of less-glamourous Ontario Science Centre, but I could be way off), and I hear it's Canadian Shield -wild blueberries-and-fishing type of country--if I can find a quiet place to breathe deeply and see what's around, I'lll be happy.

We are plagued by fruitflies, absolutely overrun with them. It is a bit exasperating. We, we who live-trap mice and release them in parks, who catch spiders and put them outside, who chase errant bumblebees in the house with pieces of paper to escort them out of doors, we are bent on destroying these fruitflies with yellow sticky paper. I know we will emerge victorious.