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I feel better now. Adam manages to make me feel better when I get like that. It’s a good thing, because if he didn’t I’d probably have gone on a maiming rampage by now.

We’re driving to Temagami today to drop off Jordy & Jessie. Then tomorrow we’re driving to Temagami to pick up Adam’s mom. And then friday I’m driving to Temagami to do some work. And Saturday we’re going to temagami to kick out at the cottage.

That’s a lot of Temagami, boys and girls. Not to say that I’m complaining. The more time there, the more pictures of random things I can take. All is good.

I smell like ammonia. Blasted after-bite.

3 Comments

  • ashkitty

    May 21, 2003 at 2:43 pm

    Hey, there’s something to be said for a maiming rampage… 😉

  • ex_oki86

    May 21, 2003 at 9:12 pm

    He makes me feel better too. Something about his personality I think.
    That’s always a good thing. 🙂

    I’m sure if I was there, the mosquitoes wouldn’t be biting you so much. 😉

    • Jenny Lee Silver

      May 21, 2003 at 9:35 pm

      Oh, it’s not mosquitos… it’s blackflies. 🙂 See the song by Wade Hemsworth – it’s one of those songs you learn when you’re a little kid. I think the National Film Board of Canada (the animation people) have a short movie to go with it. I wish I could find NFB films online, like the Big Snit and stuff like that… Oh wait, I’m rambling. Anyhow, the abitibi is right near here.

      ‘Twas early in the spring when I decide to go
      For to work up in the woods of North Ontario.
      The unemployment office said they’d send me through
      To the Little Abitibi with the survey crew

      And the black flies, the little black flies
      Always the black fly no matter where you go
      I’ll die with the black fly a Pickin’ my bones
      In North Ontar-i-o-i-o, In North Ontar-i-o

      The man Black Tobey was the captain of the crew
      He said, I’m gonna tell you boys, what we’re gonna do
      They want to build a power dam; we must find a way
      For to make the Little Ab flow around the other way

      So we survey the east, survey to the west.
      We couldn’t make our minds up how to do it best
      Little Ab, Little Ab, what shall I do?
      I’m all but goin’ crazy on the survey crew.

      ‘Twas blackfly, blackfly, everywhere
      A-crawlin’ in your whiskers, a-crawlin’ in your hair
      A-swimmin’ in the soup and a-swimmin’ in the tea
      The devil take the blackfly and let me be.

      Black Tobey fell to swearin’; the work went slow
      The state of our morale was a-gettin’ pretty low
      The flies swarmed heavy; it was hard to catch a breath
      As you staggered up and down the trail talkin’ to yourself

      The bull cook’s name was Blind River Joe
      If it hadn’t been for him we’d ‘ve never pulled through
      He bound up our bruises and he kidded us for fun
      And he lathered us with bacon grease and balsam gum

      At last the job was over, Black Tobey said, we’re through
      With the Little Abitibi and the survey crew!
      ‘Twas a wonderful experience and this I know;
      I’ll never go again to North Ontar-i-o