Found in a paperback book I brought back from New Hampshire. I’d forgotten where I’d tucked them. A fortuitous rediscovery given the events of yesterday.

Spotted in the water filtering section of the Charlottetown Canadian Tire: a home water test kit selling for 5¢.

Somewhat confusingly, that is the price for both the test kit and the water test itself.

It’s not the Cadillac of water testing, just a basic test of pH, iron, hardness and a few other things, and nothing biological. But you can drop off the water at any Canadian Tire, so there’s no cost for postage.

And so it really is a 5¢ water test.

This may be not only the cheapest thing you can buy at Canadian Tire, but the cheapest thing you can buy in Canada.

Kudos to T3 Transit on the design of new signs for bus stops in Charlottetown: a big improvement in clarity!

By virtue of my work with the PEI Home and School Federation, I’ve been attending meetings related to the SHAPES survey this week.

SHAPES is a survey that students complete, starting in grade 5, about their “health behaviors” — the H stands for Health — every two years. The survey data is collected by UPEI researchers and used to produce a biennial report that’s used to drive policy.

We have found that reviewing the SHAPES data on a school level is an excellent catalyst for discussion at local home and school meetings, and that’s what drives our involvement with the effort.

This week we’ve been meeting with SHAPES researchers, and others involved in the project, to discuss the development of more focused “drill-downs” into specific topics. On Wednesday the meeting was about physical activity and it was held on the UPEI campus.

The campus is only a 30 minute walk from Oliver’s school, where I walk every morning with him and Ethan; there was some irony, then, that I drove to the meeting at UPEI to discuss ways of increasing physical activity in our youth.

The irony was not lost on me, and I resolved that for yesterday’s meeting, on healthy eating, I would walk to UPEI.

So I did.

It was a lovely day, bright and warm, and the Confederation Trail, which runs a straight shot from Birchwood Intermediate to UPEI, was in fine shape.

This morning I have no SHAPES meetings, but it’s another bright (though not so warm) day, so I decided, after dropping off Oliver, to just keep on going to UPEI.

Which is where I tap out this post, on my phone, sitting in a comfortable chair in the library. In a minute or two I’m going to keep right on going and walk up to Royalty Centre to rendezvous with my ride to Kensington for a home & school event.

If this fever continues, Oliver and I might just walk to to Farmers’ Market tomorrow.

In 1967 the National Film Board of Canada released Summerhill, a film about the British school of the same name. I first saw the film in 1985 when my education professor showed it to our class at Trent University. Summerhill is and remains a fascinating school, organized, quite unlike any other, along truly democratic principles. I wanted to see the film again, and so I went looking for it on the NFB website where it was nowhere in evidence.

I knew the film existed because there’s a cataloging record for it (and, of course, because I’d seen it with my own eyes 30 years ago). So why wasn’t it to be found on the NFB website?

It turns out that the NFB has two websites, the “regular” one at NFB.ca and the one they call the “institutional” site at ONF-NFB.gc.ca. The former presents only a subset fo the NFB’s holdings whereas the institutional site has a more complete record, with its own search function. 

Searching that site led me to the record of the film, described there as follows:

A visit to a school without fixed rules, where students study as they wish, and are their own masters. A co-educational English boarding school, Summerhill was founded by Alexander Neill a half-century ago. In the film he explains his objectives, and from the activities of the children at work and play can be seen how his methods work. School, he says, should put preparation for life ahead of learning.

Following the “To Order” link on that page led me to yet another NFB website, with the option to buy for private use, for classroom use or for public presentation.

I put a copy – for “classroom use” – in my shopping cart and began the checkout process. At which point I was required to “create an account in a few simple and secure steps.”

It turns out that one of those steps is “wait around for us to approve the account you’ve created.” I waited around. And eventually the email arrived confirming my account.

At which point I had to start the process of finding and purchasing the film all over again.

I stuck with it, sure in the knowledge that the end was near, and it turned out that the rest of the checkout purchase, while endowed with user experience with a 1985 EDI system, went relatively smoothly, and after a barrage of pointing and clicking and typing, I was checked out and done:

I’m excited to be able to see the film again; I’ll let you know when it arrives.

From The Guardian, February 14, 1916.

Last month I mentioned that I’d signed up to print Shakespeare’s Sonnet № 55.

Somebody beat me to the punch, and I was asked for a second choice. I selected Sonnet № 99 and this time I was successful. I’m on the list.

I now have until September to set and print.

The forward violet thus did I chide:
Sweet thief, whence didst thou steal thy sweet that smells,
If not from my love’s breath? Thy purple pride
Which on thy soft cheek for complexion dwells
In my love’s veins thou hast too grossly dyed.
The lily I condemned for thy hand,
And buds of marjoram had stol’n thy hair:
The roses fearfully on thorns did stand,
One blushing shame, another white despair;
A third, nor red nor white, had stol’n of both
And to his robbery had annex’d thy breath;
But, for his theft, in pride of all his growth
A vengeful canker eat him up to death.
More flowers I noted, yet I none could see
But sweet or color it had stol’n from thee.

My brother Mike and his partner Karen live in a 6th floor condo in Burlington that faces west. I snapped this photo of their sunset tonight.

I lollygagged a bit too long en route from New Hampshire to Logan Airport — lingered over coffee, found just the right architecture book for Oliver, made an impromptu Chipotle stop for supper – and then got jammed in traffic on the I-95 North between Rte. 3 and the Expressway.

Just as things were leveling out, I got lost trying trying to find the airport gas station (how much do the car rental companies pay them to hide it so effectively?). Thank goodness for the Marriott shuttle driver who let me follow his draft back to the airport.

I had to return my rental car to Hertz with an empty tank; I breezed into Terminal B with mere minutes to spare.

The Air Canada plane to Toronto boarded almost on time, and boarding went quickly. So I thought I was back in the time groove.

And then the captain came on the horn to announce a “full ground stop” in Toronto: we’re stuck on the tarmac, waiting for news from windy YYZ.

It’s warm. We have movies to watch — Burnt right now — and pretzels to eat. It’s like a mini-tube-shaped vacation. I can even, if I contort just right, pick up the airport WiFi (which is how I’m posting this).

What an exciting day!

Toadstool Books is a three-location independent bookseller that, for my money, is among the best-organized, best-merchandised in the world.

I’ve been to the Peterborough, NH location many times — it’s quite near my regular motel in the town — and a few times to the Keene, NH store, which sprawls through the heart of the Colony Mill Marketplace.

Today is my first time in the Milford, NH location, though: I’ve popped in en route to Boston Logan Airport and Milford is about half way.

Like the Peterborough shop, this one has an affiliated coffee shop; as I type, I’m enjoying a café latte expertly prepared by the barista cum dishwasher who recommended it as a compromise drink (as they are out of decaf beans). It’s perfectly fine.

If you ever happen to find yourself here, be sure to also stop in to Mì Jalisco, the Mexican restaurant in the plaza next door: their food is very, very good.

I’m off to browse now, before getting in the Prius C and heading out on the highway.