Well, Monday and ‘Oh the Plots We Weave’ has come and gone. Not much news to have fun with anyway around here in these suddenly less summery and more autumny kind of days. As my friend Celi called it yesterday in her post ‘that gentle late summer slide.’
There have been body parts showing up in the Mississauga and Toronto area and the school teachers may end up going on strike (again) which will delay the start of the school year but no wonderful ‘what ifs’ to get from any of that.
Our fave cuz has returned to Scotland taking with her some fine memories and leaving a strange void which will take time to get over. This dear gracious woman left Saturday past to race back in hopes of enjoying some remnant bit of summer that had eluded her until she arrived here. Well not entirely true. After a couple of months of daily rain showers on the home front she looked forward to the 30 degree heat wave we boasted. Until the day her plane set down in Toronto bringing with it our very first thunderstorm of the season. The funniest part was the morning she awoke, checked FB to see her son had written that it was nice to wake up and not have his sunburn hurt. It seemed old Sol made an appearance just as she left.
Actually the weather was pretty good here and did not rain on our parade too much and it sure was nice some of that brown earth actually turned green and at times lush.
So now here on the mountain I get ready to leave to visit friends in Winnipeg and will fly out early evening for 8 days. Now Winnipeg is the capital of Manitoba just less than a thousand miles to the west of us. They have branded themselves ( according to one site) as the cultural cradle of the country. I am not sure that is entirely the case – whether it is more so or less so than a hundred other locations in Canada. The French were the first settlers in 1738 and named it Fort Rouge. Almost a hundred years later it was renamed Fort Garry and finally after 150 years of messing around between the First Nations, the Metis, the French and the British it became Winnipeg in1873, which is a much better name since it so easily converts to its winter ID – Winterpeg. Wikipedia states that Winnipeg is the coldest city in the world with a population of over 600,000 based on the average night-time temperature from December to February, inclusive.
It is of course my intention to be and gone before any suggestion of winter winds appear. I have not seen, (other than Skype) these dear friends for more than a year.
Posting may be sporadic – but I will be thinking of you and post as soon as…..
Oh by the by …my friend Joss is preparing for a big exam please do stop by and cheer her on!
Even though research slows down my progress in writing, I love what I learn and being able to give my story credibility.
There is a plot afoot though by Wikipedia methinks. Having found the information I was seeking I spy with my little eye a link. An interesting link, and having no willpower, absolutely none, I pursue it.
Well I cannot say, and will not say, it was a waste of time. It delivered ‘interesting’
The link is below and for anyone wishing to dally away some time it is an entertaining list. There is a ton of information so I will just list a few that really caught my attention.
The list is – Unusual deaths. Now death in itself is not funny but how it comes about can be. Well if not funny, at least strange. Some of it is legend of course and that is where the interesting comes in.
Men and Strength
6th century BC: Legend says Greek wrestlerMilo of Croton came upon a tree-trunk split with wedges. Testing his strength, he tried to rend it with his bare hands. The wedges fell, trapping his hands in the tree and making him unable to defend himself from attacking wolves, which devoured him.
53 BC: The Roman general and consul Marcus Licinius Crassus was reported to have been put to death by the Parthians after losing the battle of Carrhae, by being forced to drink a goblet of molten gold, symbolic of his great wealth.’
882, The Carolingian king, Louis III of France, was riding after a woman with amorous intent; on her flight into a building, he followed, still mounted and struck his head on the lintel of the doorway, killing him.
1959: In the Dyatlov Pass incident, nine ski hikers in the Ural Mountains abandoned their camp in the middle of the night, some clad only in their underwear despite sub-zero weather. Six died of hypothermia and three by unexplained injuries. The corpses showed no signs of struggle, but one had a fatal skull fracture, two had major chest fractures, and one was missing her tongue. Tests showed that all of the hikers had been exposed to large amounts of radiation. Soviet investigators determined only that “a compelling unknown force” had caused the deaths.[78
1982: David Grundman was killed near Lake Pleasant, Arizona while shooting at cacti with his shotgun. After firing several shots at a 26 ft (8 m) tall Saguaro Cactus from extremely close range, a 4 ft limb of the cactus detached and fell on him, crushing him.
1995: A 39-year-old man committed suicide in Canberra, Australia by shooting himself three times with a pump action shotgun. The first shot passed through his chest and went out the other side. He reloaded and shot away his throat and part of his jaw. Breathing through the wound in his throat, he again reloaded, held the gun against his chest with his hands and operated the trigger with his toes. This shot entered the thoracic cavity and demolished the heart, killing him.
Oh so much more! Thank you Wikipedia for at least making my time entertaining!