Sunday, August 31, 2014

Newbies on the Block

We can now add house wrens and grosbeaks to the list of birds frequenting the feeders.  The house wrens are so tiny with their teeny tails sticking up in the air.  Mrs. Grosbeak was able to put the run on the finches only temporarily. They are not ones to give up on using the feeders and have practised fighting among themselves, so her attempts were somewhat futile. She gave up after awhile and grudgingly allowed them to share the seeds and nuts that fell onto the tabletop under the feeders.  We were trying to watch a movie while all this was going on, but the birds were far more interesting to see.

Saturday, August 30, 2014

A Couple of Terrifying Health Days

The past couple of days saw a huge rise in my post-prandial blood sugar readings.  "Spiking" is what it is called and it is what all diabetics try their hardest to avoid.  A 2 to 3 point rise between pre- and post-prandial is the most you want to see.

For 2 days my count was going up 4 points and higher after every meal.  I confess that I completely freaked out.  Last night I was a mess worrying that after all my work in the past 9 months, this disease was all ready progressing!  That day will come, but I was so hoping for at least another year of success at this level of treatment.

This morning I woke up feeling quite well after an excellent night's sleep.  The fuzzy head I have been fighting for the last 2 days was gone.  The inability to stay awake that plagued me for that same time period also seemed to be over.  Hmmmmm..... I was assuming I felt that way because my blood sugar was so high, but today's numbers have not been spiking at all.  To check them, I ate exactly the same foods and amounts at meals that I did yesterday.  No spiking....will see what happens at dinner this evening, but I think I may have a clue as to what happened the past 2 days.

My liver continues to remain sensitive after all the damage it incurred last year.  The night before this incredible rise in my blood sugar began I walked into the path of some outdoor insect killer spray.  I got quite a face full of the stuff before being able to back away from it and it was the next day I felt so lousy and the sugar spikes began.  Killer chemicals have always bothered my health, long before the diabetes began.  Weed sprays and insect sprays and farm chemicals have made me ill for weeks at a time on many occasions in my life.

SO, I may be completely wrong about this, but I am wondering if the reaction I had to the insect spray caused a reaction in my body as it was cleansed by my liver that shot my blood sugar up;  OR if there was some other small infection going on in my system that I was unaware of, apart from the lethargy and fuzzy head.

Just wondering is all......

As far as today goes, so far so good......

Work and the Autumn Season

I am looking forward to tagging along with my husband on some of his work related jaunts this autumn.  He starts back to work this coming week and is only in the parish for a few days before heading off on other Diocesan related business.  I get to tag along on the trip.  We get paid mileage, hotel and meals, so that is a lovely perk and I will also get to meet people I haven't had a chance to meet before.

A couple of weeks later it will be time to head to clergy conference, Diocesan Council, a centennial anniversary for one of the parishes in our deanery and the final training session with the bishop and our deacon before the man's ordination to the full priesthood.  I get to go along to help with the long drive and spend that entire week in our last city of residence, visiting friends and reaquainting myself with a place that has seen some changes since I was last there.

I am praying we have a nice autumn season, Indian summer, that we have at least a couple of months left to us before the snow begins to fall once again.  The summer has flown by this year and all ready we have to start thinking about how to prepare once again for ice and drifting and bad roads.  

How I wish the winter months would seem to pass as quickly as the spring and summer months do.

Friday, August 29, 2014

The Invading Hordes

My husband and his friend are not the only beings that entered the rectory late last night.  While unpacking the vehicle in the dark, after a most enjoyable canoe trip, mosquitoes poured into the house as the guys opened and shut the front door while they hauled their packs and gear back into the house.

Aiiiii was an absolute invasion of the wee winged wonders.

So many came into the house that I stood on a stool just inside the front door, whacking them with a fly swatter as they gathered on the white ceiling tiles in the entryway.  I am sure my husband's friend thought I was certifiably crazy, but I can't stand mosquitoes.  I get huge welts from their bites and then scratch them too much during the night when the itching is most intense.

I whacked all the mosquitoes I could manage in the front entryway.  Then I moved into the kitchen and whacked at the the ones who had made it that far into the house.  My office and the bedroom are just off that entryway as well and during the night I was up swatting at them with a shoe as they landed on the walls and my bed blankets.  Needless to say I had a rather poor sleep, waking to that incessant and irritating buzzing noise they make when they are flying close to my ears.  This morning I discovered another batch of them in my bathroom. Everything in that room is white so they were easy to see, even when they weren't in flight.

It is now mid afternoon and I seem to have located and destroyed the majority of the little creatures.  My husband and I also rooted out some spiders that came in with the camp gear, but no doubt I will continue to find a few of those over the next several days as they know how to stay well hidden inside the house.

Getting back to what is actually important about the return of the canoeists: they had a marvellous time, ate too much, teased each other unmercifully about anything and everything. stayed healthy other than an hour's bout my husband had with a reaction to eating the skin on a yellow zucchini when he knows better than to ingest zucchini skins.  The weather was perfect, there were more mosquitoes in our house last night than they saw along their outdoor route, the one long portage they had to do was survivable and they learned quite a bit about what happens when you take too much unnecessary gear in a canoe!

They particularly enjoy the food and wine pairings that they do for the evening meals.  As always it was a great time for a group of diverse men with otherwise very different interests and professions. 

My husband is exhausted and napping this afternoon. I am so glad he has a few more days before he has to return to work....although he has to finish an article for the SaskAnglican newspaper that is due this evening and respond to some work emails that require immediate attention. But these will only take this afternoon and evening to complete and then he is free again until after the Labour Day weekend.

Sleep on, happily exhausted husband.

Thursday, August 28, 2014

Discovering My Own Social Hub At Long Last

Well now....after nearly 5 years in our present location I have finally figured out where to meet the people I know here to have a social visit...that is somewhere other than pushing my grocery cart around the local Co-op store!

Tonight I found myself craving a spinach salad for dinner, so off I went to Humpty's, where such a delight is to be found in this town. For the umpteenth time in a row, I ran into quite a few people there that I know.  One of them arrived after I did, was also alone, so she joined me and we had a great time together.  Then other friends arrived and more visiting occurred.  This is becoming a pattern.

I need to hang at Humpty's more.  What a hoot! Humpty's of all places...haha.

Autumn is All Ready in the Air

On the weekend I realized how much earlier the sun is now setting in the evenings.  The sun isn't fully out until closer to 8am each morning.  It is lower in the sky now and there is a slightly different look and feel, darker and heavier, to the atmosphere outside; a less bright, more yellow hued look to the landscape.  The smells of summer emanating from the foliage have disappeared.  Even in town there are the beginnings of green leaves turning yellow as they receive less daily sunlight. Tiny aphids have arrived, signalling the end of summer.  The flowers in my flower box outside the front door and in front of the church are looking droopy, some of the underleaves starting to turn brown.  Migrating song birds are all ready appearing in our side yard, munching themselves silly at the feeders and moving on again a few days later.

To be honest I am feeling somewhat ripped off about this early seasonal change.  It is because we were cheated out of our usual lovely spring weather this year.  It was replaced by late melting snow, freezing cold winds and rain well into June.  Moving so quickly from winter into summer, with no more than a couple of weeks of real spring, makes the somewhat early onset of autumn seem wrong!

What I am hoping for is a nice long Indian summer to make up for the shortness of the warm seasons this year.

Tonight my husband and his friend from Alberta will return to our home after their canoe trip.  I am so grateful for the technology that allowed them to email me a message of their safe arrival at each evening's camping location.  Sadly, not far from where they were last night, another canoeist was not so fortunate as they have been this week.  His overturned canoe and drowned body were found by some local fishermen, his very much alive wife located on land a few miles away. She had been alone with no supplies for 8 days after her husband's canoe overturned in rapids rated as beginner level.  It was her long practised outdoor survival skills that saved her life.  It reminded me how fortunate my own husband has been thus far on all his outdoor adventures.  I can't imagine how this woman may be feeling about the loss of her long time companion.

Today I am putting my diabetes information into a more organized arrangement in a 3 ring binder instead of having piles of papers and brochures all around the kitchen and my office. After lunch I am going for a long walk, rejoicing that my time alone this past few days has gone so well.

My son called me last night as he walked the several miles between his apt. and his studio.  He was in a chatty mood about some personal things that he still enjoys discussing with his mom.  As I see myself aging and, knowing the eventual and inevitable changes that will happen to my mind and body at some point in the next decade or so, I treasure even more our times of conversation and personal sharing.  The day will come when I can no longer relate to what he is talking about, will become more self-absorbed due to health issues and will not be able to emotionally handle the sadder events of his life.  Lord willing I will do all I am able to hold off that time of life for a long time yet.  I reached that point with my own parents some years ago now and it was a sad realization for me the day I understood how deeply our relationship had changed due to the aging process.  I saw it with my elder care clients.  While it is a natural event that comes with aging, it is one part of that process I truly dread.

The weather is perfect today for a good long walk after lunch.  I will need it to walk off all the salmon I am planning to eat at lunch time.  Yesterday I found good sized salmon filets....real ocean salmon, not farm raised.  Yes, it would have been frozen for transport so it is not "fresh from the ocean" quality, but in comparison to the farm salmon....welll, there is no comparison in the flavour and texture of the meat.  I paid a horrendous amount of money for sufficient fish to feed 2 people for 2 small meals and wondered on the way home from the store if I had lost my mind.  However, it was SO good at dinner last night that I stopped worrying about the price.  I managed to not overcook it for once....a bad habit of mine....and it was perfect!  A little freshly squeezed lemon juice and fresh from the garden dillweed and it was to die for.  I ate too much, I know is a rather fattier fish than I should have very often on my diet.  I was so stuffed that I slept for 7 hours straight last night and was an hour late waking up for breakfast this morning.  I have some left for today but will refrain from stuffing myself quite so full so that my husband can share the remains of it tomorrow.

Wonder what kind of fun my afternoon walk will bring me today. 

Tuesday, August 26, 2014

A Phone Call With Cheek.....Butt Cheek That Is!! heehee

I was delighted to receive a cell phone call from my husband around dinner time last evening. He and the gang arrived safely at their pushing off point with the canoes, had everything loaded up and were ready to start paddling across the lake to their first night's campsite.  It was to be his last phone call before stashing his phone with the other guys' cell phones in the storage locker back at the canoe rental shop since there is no cell phone service where they are heading.

About a minute after we said goodbye and hung up our phones, my phone rang again.  My husband's number came up again on the call display.  Okay, what did he just realize he had forgotten to pack, was my first thought and I was laughing as I answered.

All I could hear on his end of the line was a crackling, rustling sort of noise, but I couldn't pick up a voice at all.  After hollering a few times into the phone that I couldn't hear him, I announced I was going to hang up and he should call again.  A few seconds later he did just that.  When I answered there was a pause before he told me, in a most embarrassed tone of voice, that what I had heard was his cell phone brushing against his undershorts in the back pocket of his pants.  After his initial call to me he had pocketed his phone but hadn't yet turned it off.  As he was returning to the locker his butt cheek must have bumped the recall button.  Imagine his and the other fellows' surprise when, unexpectedly, my voice started hollering from out of the seat of his jeans!! hahahaha  It scared them all witless, but then as they realized what had happened, sent them into hysterics.  I could hardly hear my husband's humiliating description of the situation because the other men standing around him were laughing so heartily. hahahaha

We have a lot of fun my husband and I, we truly do.  It doesn't take much for us to provide entertainment for everyone around effort at all actually, just a lot of absent mindedness.  heehee

Speaking of absent was I?

Oh I was able to track down my husband's missing hat.  It has been gone for over 8 weeks.  I finally located it at the home of a parishioner who lives many kilometers from here, so I gave myself a lovely afternoon of driving around the countryside to go and retrieve it.  I stopped in our other church's town to deliver some items and had lunch out just for fun.  (Today was my dreaded A1C test that I know is not going to have the stellar results of the last 2, so I coped by treating myself to a few joys today.)  I had a lovely visit with the parishioner who had the hat.  I met some of the staff at the nursing home in that town when I went to their "lost and found" looking for my husband's lost reading glasses.  I saw how far along many of the farmers are with their harvest after last week's amazing week of hot, dry weather.  The fields are full of swathers and combines taking advantage of the few warm days still ahead.  When I got back to my own town I treated the car to a washing at the car wash and most of the bug guts came off the front bumper, but tomorrow I will go out with a bucket and sponge and some special "stuff" my husband has that takes them off even better than the car wash brush.  

Tonight I have company coming overnight and I am looking forward to a good visit with her. Tomorrow, after I finish cleaning the car, I will start putting together a huge binder of all the diabetes information I have collected over the past few months so that it is all together in one organized bundle.  Then there will be only 1 day left and my husband will be home again.  Perhaps I will treat the front lawn to another good mowing.  If I work it right and the autumn is cool, I am figuring I only have to mow the lawn another 3 to 4 times at most between now and the snow. 

It is a great week thus far!

Monday, August 25, 2014

Aaaaand They're a Cloud of TIm Horton's Coffee

This is a "somebody pulled the plug" kind of morning. I feel like a deflated balloon after all the rushing about during preparation for the guys' trip.  We were all up at 6am, bagels and cream cheese at the ready for the canoeists, who actually left on time to meet up with the rest of the group in the city.  Since we don't drink coffee and never have it in our house....not for some noble social justice reason or anything, but because we are too cheap and too lazy to purchase a coffee maker.....our guest knew he would be stopping at the local Tim Horton's on the way out of town.

SO, I have learned a valuable lesson:  never purchase coffee. Keep up our miserly standards and never purchase a coffee maker, IF we want to ensure our overnight guests depart at a reasonable time in the morning without lingering on and on. The desperate need for coffee by the caffeine addicted will lure them to the Tim Horton's within a half hour of rising.  Since it is out on the highway heading homeward anyway.......hohoho! Lesson learned!  

Sunday, August 24, 2014

Thus Beginneth the Final Packing Up

My husband's friend has arrived and seemed to enjoy the very plain dinner he got here tonight.  His wife is a fabulous cook so I decided there was no way I could keep up with her amazing skills anyway and didn't try.  If nothing else, he was very polite about it.

Now the men are packing up the last of the bits and pieces of necessary gear such as a repair kit in case a sleeping bag or packsack bursts a seam.  I would personally feel better if they were taking some kind of repair kit in case a canoe bursts a seam, but what the hey.....I am only the non-canoeist and what do I know, right?

I am looking at our friend's vehicle and wondering, as I stare at the great pile of "stuff" that is all ready in the car and then at the other pile sitting in our front entry until morning, how they are going to get the other 3 piles of gear into this vehicle when they rendezvous with the other guys in the morning.  Note to self: Not My Problem!!!

Apparently I have been relieved of breakfast duty at 6am tomorrow. Neither of these 2 enjoys breakfast until they have been up for at least an hour, so off to the next town for a fast food brekkie along the way.

They are so tired all ready from the planning, packing and weeks' worth of excitement.  For me this whole trip of theirs is at the crossroad between cuteness and annoyance.  I am glad it is finally happening and I will enjoy the tales of their adventures when my husband gets home again, but for now I just want them to get going so I can get to my own work for the week.  Today was a marathon for me of sewing buttons on camping shirts, helping search for missing but necessary items and making meals at odd times for my husband based around what he had to do today to finish getting ready, setting up the emergency contacts and the route maps for the other wives "just in case" there is an emergency out on the water later this week. It is only an hour after supper dishes and I am pooped out from HIS trip. haha  When it is time for the canoe trip there is no other source of discussion or interest for nearly a week ahead of time.

There...I think I have decided to go with "cute" and leave any thoughts of "annoyance" toward these guys' antics at the crossroad.

It's Okay to Have Mess, It's Okay to Have Mess......

Our house looks like a bomb went off inside.  No, it isn't anything serious or dangerous, just my husband's camping and canoeing gear and food as he packs up for this coming week's outdoor extravaganza with his buddies.

The kitchen, hallway, bathroom, extra bedroom and my husband's home office are a complete disaster of small packs, outdoor clothing of all kinds, vials and tins and jars and plastic bags and wine bags and dry barrels and boot laces and towels and mosquito spray and matches and lighters and tents and sleeping bags and blow up mattresses and woolly socks and hoodies and gloves and boots and vests with many pockets and fishing line and sunscreen and more vials and tins and jars and plastic bags and cooking pots and kettles and cooking utensils and dried foods and camp menus and maps of the lakes and contact information and bear spray and and and and and and and and and.....

Every year it is little short of a miracle to me that any of these myriad items actually get put away into storage closets and bins once the trip is over.  How does he have the energy, let alone the time, to pack all these bits and pieces and iotas and what-have-yous back into plastic bins and storage closets, all well organized until everything is hauled out again a year from now for the next canoe trip??

The good part is that while he is gone there is no point in trying to clean house.  I made that mistake the first year he went canoeing and as soon as my husband returned home at the end of the week, only 2 days after I completed my cleaning marathon, he scattered all his filthy, grubby, bug infested gear back around the house until he could get it all cleaned and reorganized and packed up out of the way. There were little crumbs of food, bits of lint, dribs and drabs of dried mud, insect carcasses, bacon bits, orange peels, camp fire ash and all manner of filth from the camp gear all over the floors.  The bathtub, after his shower and soaking to relax the aching paddling muscles, was black as a richly soiled garden.  So, live and learn!  I will simply put up with the mess that is left behind in his wake until he returns home and cleans the whole mess up again. Then I will do my own house cleaning.

I am not complaining.  It is so much fun to watch this process of packing going on every year, joy to see the excitement in his face as he prepares for the trip, hear the laughter as he talks to his buddies on the phone as they cement their last minute plans.  For one week or so the house can be a cess pit of mess. I won't die from it.  I will keep my own little spaces clean and spend most of my time in them.  I don't really need to use the main hallway.  My own office has all I need in it so I never need to use his.  His bathroom is seen by me only when I am cleaning it anyway and the spare room is a room I only set foot in when I am dusting and vaccuuming it every couple of weeks.  What is in the kitchen now will go with him and then I can tidy up in there. The back entryway has no relationship to anything he is doing so I can access the garage without having to climb over piles of left behind packsacks and sleeping bags and mats.  

It is all good....and in a week's time it will once again be clean around this house!!

Saturday, August 23, 2014

A Happy Day to End My Summer Travels

Yesterday was a lovely day to end my summer holiday travels.  We drove a couple of hours into the nearest city on a coolish sort of day and, despite the heavy Friday traffic, had a calm and peaceful drive through the fields where harvest has begun.

Although I detest that drive on a 2 lane highway filled with semis, holiday motor homes and giant oilfield equipment being hauled to various sites, we were quite fortunate and didn't get trapped behind too many slow moving vehicles in either direction of the drive.  

We started our city time at a gluten free restaurant that has the most delicious food!!  Neither my husband nor myself require gluten free foods, but he had been there before with a friend who does and they so enjoyed their meal.  I had a shaved beef sandwich....REAL beef, medium rare and delicious with a ginger chutney and served on bean bread. My husband loves the fact that there isn't any corn, no corn products at all, anywhere in the place!  Unfortunately, I was so entranced by  my meal that, while I did think to scrape most of the honey sweetened ginger chutney off my sandwich, I wasn't thinking about how many carb units would be in a bread made with starchy beans!!  My post-prandial glucose reading was way too high!!!  So, my own fault!  If we ever go there again I won't forget to check the carb count in my preferred order far more closely.

After lunch we had a few minutes to waste and went across the street to the MCC thrift store so my husband could look for a wool sweater for camping out next week.  He found a wonderful sweater and also the exact type of fleece hoodie he has been looking for over the past few months.  The hoodie is nearly new and his cost for both items was a grand total of six dollars!  I have not darkened the door of a thrift store, other than to bring in donated items, for years and had forgotten it is possible to find some real gems if you are prepared to take the time and energy to look  through every rack of clothing.

I had no thought of buying anything for myself there and didn't even bother to look until a pant suit hanging on the end of a rack caught my eye.  That and another classic retailer's brand of  wool winter dress jacket caught my eye...both nearly new....both in my cost sixteen dollars.  I couldn't resist.  Not since I left my career behind could I ever afford either of these brand name items at suggested retail price.  On Monday I am having them drycleaned and it is going to be a fashionable winter pour moi!!  Later in the day I "just happened" to find a scarf in another store that matches the winter dress jacket perfectly.

My husband was delighted to find the rest of the camping foods he can't purchase locally. He located an obscurely situated sports store that carried the maps he wanted for next week's canoe adventure.  He dropped off several pair of scissors at a special machine shop, meaning we will get another trip to the city sometime in the next couple of weeks to pick them up again.  We stumbled across a wonderful cheese retailer near the tea import store we shop in.  The parking situation in that particular area is terrible. People were driving around and around the area attempting to find a place to park, but as they turned one direction at the first intersection, we turned the other direction and found a spot immediately, less than 2 blocks from where we wanted to shop. It was serendipitous.

We had afternoon tea with a fellow Anglican leader and a lovely visit with her.  She may just become our official spiritual director over the next few months.  Praying about that possibility.

Dinner was East Indian and we shared it with a former professor of my husband's from seminary and his wife. They became our good friends while we were there and I wish we could spend more time together.  This has been the best holiday for connecting with old friends.  I am tired enough to be looking forward to my husband going on his canoe trip next week so I can accomplish some chores of my own and get some medical appointments taken care of.  

Our summer holidays this year have been exactly what we both needed.  I think we will continue, if possible, our newly established pattern of visiting our son's city in the off season.  I think we will stop driving out there on so many crowded 2 lane highways and just fly out and rent a car.  While the drive through the mountains is beautiful at all seasons, we have done it so many times we are tired of it.  It takes 3 full days out and 3 full days back again in the car.  We get better rates, less crowding and stress free travel, plus more time actually in the city when we leave the car at home.

Thank you God for a land with 4 distinct seasons and for summer holidays this year that have been particularly refreshing after last summer holiday's health debacle.

Thursday, August 21, 2014

Strange Events

It would appear an elderly man living in the basement of the building where my son currently resides is stealing my son's mail.  The latest letter to go missing is his grad card and gift.  I Xpress Post'd it last week and according to the Canada Post website it was delivered, as expected, 2 days later.  However my son has not seen it.  He polled the neighbours and other residents in his building and they told him about this fellow taking mail in hopes of getting the attention of the person whose mail he stole, seeking conversation as the person attempts to get his mail back.  

I am praying for my son to be able to use his considerable charm to regain custody of this latest bit of mail.  It sounds as though the elderly man involved is "not quite right in the head" these days.  Stealing someone's mail is a criminal offence, but do we really want to take an elderly man, possibly dealing with a form of dementia or mental illness, to court if my son can prove he is the one who stole the letter?  My son also dreads having to tell the landlord about this as the old fellow is poverty stricken and has likely nowhere else to go.  He and an equally elderly buddy are living in tiny quarters in the basement and doing odd jobs around the place to "earn" their space.  The landlord has a soft heart and has taken them in.

On the other hand I have wasted more money on Xpress postage and now possibly yet another stop payment on a cheque.  It is costing me a bundle to continue to risk sending my son anything of importance by mail.  Geographically I am too far away to get involved myself in trying to find out what is going on and rectify things.

So, I am praying for a good solution to occur.  My son and I both have very soft hearts toward senior citizens, no matter what condition they are in mentally and so we are both trying to decide how best to handle this situation. Recently I have had occasion to send my son 5 pieces of mail.  3 of them have gone missing.  Sigh.....

These sorts of situations make my stomach churn....on the other hand it may be some kind of significant opportunity to get this man some obviously needed help that he is not seeking on his own.  Perhaps the landlord can be prevailed upon to set up a more secure mail drop at the building.  Somewhere out there is a solution.  


Wednesday, August 20, 2014

And So It Goes, haha!!

My husband arrived home from the pastors' breakfast full of life and joy.  Good thing.

Less than 10 minutes after he got back the phone rang. It was the local seniors' condo calling to find out why he hadn't arrived to do the monthly Bible study.

Oooops.....the new schedule for that committment came out in June.  My husband is the one who wrote up the schedule for the entire ministerial. My husband forgot to transfer his own schedule onto his own calendar and had no idea he was supposed to be there today.  hahahaha  

Having just come from breakfast with all the other local pastors he knew for a fact none of them would be available to race over there to cover for him, so off he went....ten minutes late, but there none the less. hahahaha

When he gets home I am going to have him give me a copy of that schedule and I will paste it to his wall calendar in the church office and write it into his daytimer.  If I do it myself I know it has been done. I will also write it onto my own office calendar and between the 2 of us we can forget all over again the next time it is his turn on that roster. hahahaha

Natural absentmindedness coupled with impending old age:  as we approach the senior citizen stage of life we will never be bored.  We will always be searching for lost items and being surprised by instantaneous committments we have no idea we made previously. hahaha  What a funny day today is.

Once a Pastor, Always a Pastor

I am chuckling this morning.

My husband, who is technically still on holidays, got himself up early this morning and was out the door before 8am for the monthly ministerial breakfast.  He enjoys the fellowship with the other pastors here that much.  That is four times now he has enjoyed work related events since holidays began. haha  My husband finds it very difficult to lay his work aside even for a few short weeks to do other things.

So, I am grateful all over again for the canoe trip he is taking next week with his least one of them also a minister, so there will be lots of ministry related discussion to keep him happy. The rest of the guys are not ministers and that will help keep the conversation from becoming too top heavy with theology and philosophy.  

O dear husband, I wish you a happy morning with your colleagues and also a joyous afternoon of more cleaning in the garage.  I am determined you are going to complete one house chore this summer and that is the one it is going to be.  Once it is done I will happily assist you in cataloguing your various sermons and old school papers so that we can get the boxes of papers out of the kitchen, but that will be an all autumn project.  So glad you found them out in the garage after wondering for the past 4 years where they could have disappeared to. hahaha  

I love my husband. I do not love the pack rat qualities or absent mindedness he can't seem to get over.  However, they do provide for some interesting searches in interesting places.  We are going to have to contact the berry farm in the next province where it seems he left his reading glasses back in July when he was there with the church women picking saskatoon berries for the pie making fundraiser.  They have not been located in any of the other towns he has been in since that time, so the berry farm is the next possibility.  Perhaps we can score a road trip together out of this if the glasses are there and we have to go and pick them up.  YES!!  I knew there had to be an up side to his more absent minded traits.

Tuesday, August 19, 2014

Cold Laser Attempt #2!

Today I went back for a second cold laser treatment on my chin.  One thing I am learning about this particular outlet is that it is never a boring time.  

This time I had a younger technician and while not the warmest personality, she seemed like Pollyanna after the first one that worked on my chin.  I thought I would be smart and remove my shoes at the door so I wouldn't have to be told, like the first time, as if I was a disobedient 5 year old.  This gal seemed surprised that I was removing my shoes and said I certainly didn't have to do that. I felt like a 5 year old all over again. Sigh.....  No one appeared this time to wrest my purse from my grasping fingers and take it away to rooms unknown either, so I was able to take it into the room with me and keep an eye on it.  Guess the proprietor was able to get all she needed from it behind my back the first time I had an appointment.

My treatment this time was more thorough, that is for sure.  I wasn't made to feel that I was interrupting the tech's personal life by having an appointment for mere hair removal.  Not that there is much talking going on. When the treatment is happening my mouth has to stay closed so my chin doesn't wobble and ruin whatever scam treatment is being performed on it.  I am finding this whole process highly entertaining and also relaxing.  I nearly dosed out this time during the added facial massage that wasn't afforded me the last time I was there.  It was quite lovely.

When I went to the cash register to pay afterward, the original tech, the proprietor, was there working on the computer. My tech offered me another of the miniscule vials of gel to put on my chin for the next 3 mornings.  I told her I had some left from the first go round. She said I might as well take it as it was free.  FREE?????  The itsy bitsy teeny weeny vial of gel I paid ten dollars for at the last appointment is now FREE?????  I told my tech how much I had paid for it at my first visit and the proprietor at the computer turned bright red in the face and bent her head down as if she suddenly remembered her lunch muffin had dropped onto the floor and needed to be found immediately to avoid imminent starvation.  My tech was very surprised I had been charged anything at all for the vial of gel, let alone ten dollars, but said she wasn't authorized to refund it to me. hahaha  To help make up for it she gave me ten free samples of various kinds of skin creams to try, all of which are of course for sale in this same establishment.  hohoho!  BIG SURPRISE!

So, don't know what kind of con these folk are running, but I am finding it quite amusing.....perhaps because I have no life.  I wonder what will happen next month when I return for attempt number 3? hahaha  I think I will go barefoot and sew my payment into the hem of my skirt, thus eliminating the need for stress over what to do with my shoes and purse.  I will be interested to find out if there is yet another development in the cost or lack thereof for the tiny vial of gel.  

Life in this town is gradually becoming more be continued next month.....


On a Wing and a Prayer

We have an injured young sparrow in our back yard flock.  Looks like one of the 2 cats who occasionally invade our property has torn part of a wingtip and some feathers from this wee cutie.  He can fly, barely, but can't gain sufficient height to get into the taller tree branches, so I suppose next time the cat shows up the little bird will be a snack.  Sigh.......  That is life and death among species but it isn't easy to acknowledge for a softy like myself.  

This bird spends a lot of time just sitting on the feeding table looking at the other birds after he has had his fill of seeds and water.  I notice he only flies away when he absolutely has to.  He has lasted more than a week in this condition so he must have managed to avoid kitty at least a few times since the last encounter.  If he manages to survive until this winter I just know he will become a well fed "pet" to be pampered and then sobbed over when he eventually succumbs to the inevitable fate of an injured bird in -40C temperatures.

When we have injured animals and birds around the place I wish I could be a little more hard hearted....or practical, shall we say, instead of an emotional basket case.

One thing I did learn the other night when the big black hunter cat arrived in our yard: he is the reason I have twice found the bird feeder upside down on the table, even though the feeder has to be lifted up in the air to free it from the hook it hangs on.  Kitty has been leaping up over the table and smashing into the feeder in his attempt to get some birds for dinner. We haven't been able to figure out how the feeder could be down on the table without at least one of the hooks having broken.  Well, now we know.  

I love the cats too. They are only hunting birds because that is what cats do, but I am always happy when they lose the battle because they are both well fed pets owned by neighbours in the area and don't need to hunt for food.  They only go after the birds when the mice are fewer in number so it is good to know that is the case.  My husband was out in the yard burning old cardboard the other day, first time the fire pit has been used since last year, but no mice nor rats came barrelling out of there this year when he lit the flame.  Good news!

The local prairie wildlife in our own yard has been my salvation on long lonely days.

Monday, August 18, 2014

"All Is Lost" is a Great Movie

Yesterday I stumbled upon a movie I hadn't heard of before and it was a treat to watch.  The movie is "All Is Lost", starring Robert Redford and directed by J. C. Chandor.  With so little scripted dialogue it would be a scriptwriter's employment nightmare if this sort of movie caught on big time, but the lack of dialogue was part of what brought a powerful sense of reality to the film.

Robert Redford plays a sailor whose craft collides with a shipping container out on the ocean.  He is able to save himself, some flares and other safety gear, on an inflatable raft but then drifts around in the water for days, struggling with weather, starvation, lack of drinking water, sharks and all other conditions you would expect a stranded sailor on the ocean to experience.

Not being a sailor I am not certain how realistically that sort of situation was actually portrayed in the movie, but I thought Redford did a wonderful job of portraying the character who starts off with every hope he will be rescued and gradually descends into the desperation of despair.  He is not a talker, this character. Most of the movie is done without the character talking to himself as he drifts about on the water.  For the most part the only sounds are the natural sounds of the ocean. That is part of what made it all seem real to me.

I found the film to be emotionally gripping, perhaps because as a child I had nightmares about being stranded myself in just such a situation....interesting for a child raised completely inland and who couldn't swim at all until she was a teenager.

In the final scene Redford's character attempts a final desperate act in hopes it will bring salvation from the otherwise ultimate fate of drowning in the vast waters.  My heart was in my mouth.  I won't give away the ending, but I was hooked emotionally on this film from start to finish. My husband wants to see it now so I will watch it with him.  This time, knowing the outcome of the movie, I will be able to be less emotionally involved.

Curses! Foiled Again!!

I woke up this morning filled with enthusiasm and energy to get out and mow down the front lawn.  I bolted down my breafast and toted my outdoor work clothes out to the breezeway for spraying down with my favourite coconut and lime mosquito repellent.  My hair, arms and face also got a good spraying as the mosquito population is so large right now.  The electrical cords balanced over my arms and the mower balanced and twisted through the 2 doors from garage to outdoors, I made my way into the yard and started plugging in the machinery.  Then I looked down long enough to notice that the hems of my pant legs were soaked with water, as were my boots.  The cord dragging on the ground had picked up a muddy appearance.

Overnight it rained.  The long grass is now covered in beads of water.  The visible ground where there are gaps in the grass cover is not just damp, but completely muddy.  When I came back inside discouraged and stinking of mosquito spray, my boots left dirty footprints on the back door carpet.  I will spend the next hour wiping mosquito spray out of my hair and off my hands and arms and neck, only to respray immediately afterward to go out and start the mowing procedure all over again.

Sigh.....nothing like having a major chore delayed by more than an hour to take the wind out of a person's sails.  However, I can enjoy my hour by blogging and doing emails....and wiping spray off myself so I don't faint from the overpowering smell of coconut.  See what happens when I actually attempt to be organized for an entire day? See???

Saturday, August 16, 2014

Music (?) to My Ears

Last night we didn't get to bed until after midnight.  Outside the temperatures were beginning to drop after a rather hot day and we were grateful to be able to crank the windows wide open for the night....or so we thought.

We were barely into bed when we realized we were being blasted off the mattress by loud guitars, shrieking vocals and slammin' drums.  We thought that one of our neighbours must have either lost his or her mind, or had been invaded by alien grunge rockers, so my husband got dressed again and went outside to investigate.  He didn't come back for awhile and I wondered what had happened to him.  Finally he returned to let me know that our town was having some kind of music fest over in the park in the farthest corner of town away from us.  Apparently they had a special permit to rock 'n' roll far into the night.  So, I picked up my book and read myself to sleep when there was a break between songs.

I had a great sleep....7 straight hours without waking up for as much as a second.  My poor dear husband was unfortunately not able to fall asleep between the band's sets the way I was able to.  He had to eventually get up and close all the windows to drown out the noise.  So, although he is gamely attempting to clean out the garage this afternoon, he is looking rather droopy eyed and pale.

As he tied into that monster project, I walked downtown to get some fresh produce from the Hutterites:  new baby potatoes, baby carrots, podded peas and parsnips.  Yum, yum, yum!!!  We had an intense rain this morning with accompaning thunder and lightning and it is incredibly humid outside.  As I walked along I could feel my hair starting to curl and was glad I hadn't bothered to use the flat or curling irons this morning as it would have been a waste of time.

I was nearly home when I heard it:  a resurgence of the sort of music that kept us awake last evening.  Apparently this is a weekend festival rather than a one nighter, so we get to have another sleepless night in our home sauna.  hahaha

Neither of us is the least bit annoyed or upset about this weekend's noise festival.  FINALLY there is something going on in town this summer for the younger folk to entire weekend of rock and grunge and folk music.  There is quite a combination of styles and groups and solo artists here for the weekend I subsequently discovered.  If we weren't so old and tired we would be at the park too having a great time.  

My husband and I are grateful to discover we have not yet turned into the kind of old fogies we dreaded when we were still young ourselves; the kind that call the police and complain when the music goes on one minute past the noise permit deadline, assume that every young person at the concert is high on drugs and carrying weapons and denigrate the entire event just because it is not the sort of music we personally enjoy any more.

What is one more interrupted sleep when our little town has been able to bring in a major event for the local youth and the still young at heart?  It is exciting that such talented people agreed to come here at all.  

Happy summer!! Rock on!

Friday, August 15, 2014

Winter Shopping Extravaganza

My husband may be feeling just a tad guilty that he is spending so much of "our" holiday time this summer off on his own or with his buddies camping and canoeing.  He doesn't need to feel that way as I know how badly he needs this time away from everything he sees and does every other day of the year.  During his most recent camping trip I had fun of my own anyway, so no worries.

However, since I will be stuck at home in a couple of weeks while he is gone again, he decided weeks ago all ready that at some point I should have some money to go clothes shopping as I have not one winter item that fits me left over from last year.  Not being much of a shopper as a rule, I wasn't sure I really wanted to spend my time away earlier this week buying clothes, but now I am so happy that I did.

The small town I was staying in at the start of this past week has a plethora of womens' apparel retailers and there were sales galore, even on the new winter stock.  I started at one end of the town and worked my way over the course of the day to the other end of town.  I shopped for 7 (SEVEN!!) hours with a half hour break for lunch!  It has been over 20 years since I enjoyed shopping for clothes.  To be able to go into every possible store, try on regular sizes and styles, not worry too much about the cost per item, was a feeling I haven't had in several decades and it was fabulous.  I think I could do this once every few years actually without the experience losing its appeal.  

By the end of the day I was higher than a kite on joy and surprise at my willingness to spend, spend, spend! hahahaha  Of course the clothes I purchased are completely practical, only a couple of items of whimsy, but I have everything I need for winter wear for the next 3 or 4 years.

I would like to thank my husband for seeing what I couldn't see:  I needed a day for myself, to spruce up my wardrobe, to relax about money and sizes and number of items purchased. My husband is a wise and discerning man. He knows me better than I know myself.

Last night when I unpacked my bags here at home I shed a few tears, also of joy.  I can't believe how blessed I am to have been able to go shopping for clothes that are actually pretty and not only functional.  I am so grateful for the chance to lose weight, to have some funds for one big blow out shopping spree, for a husband who wanted to provide that experience for me so that I could have a huge treat this summer.  It was his thank you to me for allowing him to take our personal holiday time to fulfill his need for outdoor recreation in settings where he is the most happy....Rocky Mountains and then the lakes in the Canadian Shield.

This has been a joyous time off, far removed from the daily realities of life that will begin tomorrow as we start cleaning out the garage here at home. hahaha  Reality has returned, but thanks wonderful husband for the fantastic break away.

Is It Possible to be a 2 Point Calvinist?

I was mulling over some Calvinistic theology the other day and it got me thinking that while I have a true appreciation for his stress on the sovereignty of God, like so many theologians with good ideas, some of Calvin's disciples seem to have pushed his ideas to the nth degree; built upon his initial concepts until his basic theology is far less recognizeable by the time they have finished with it.

I can't find strong scriptual support for some of the hyper-Calvinists' double predestination ideas where even who is going to heaven or hell is pre-ordained.  It doesn't seem to match up with the ideas of God-given free will that I read about in the Book of Genesis.  It doesn't seem to match up with much of Jesus' New Testament teaching.  The lack of human free will espoused by some of Calvin's followers seems to me more like Hindu teaching than Christian.  If God's plan isn't able to accommodate human free choice then what was the point of Jesus coming to earth and teaching us about salvation and redemption?  What would be the point of any of this earthly experience? Why would a creative God set up a universe with human beings who are pre-progammed from birth to death?  Not that God has to explain himself or his motives to mere me, but I'm just sayin'....  It is possible to proof-text any idea at all and find apparent scriptural support or evidence for nearly any point of view, but taking the entire body of biblical books as a whole, the over arching idea seems to be one of relationship between humans and their creator where there is conversation, give and take, choices with consequences both here on earth and in the life to come.  Verses specifically mentioning ideas of predestination seem to indicate what will happen to people who deliberately choose to follow or not follow God.  The option to follow a path to spiritual transformation, led by the Holy Spirit, would be meaningless if each person has been born hot-wired for a certain "end game result".

Doing some minor meditating this week.  It is nice to be on holidays and have time to think about things I enjoy thinking about for a change.

Wednesday, August 13, 2014

Holiday Thoughts

I am sitting in my hotel just taking it easy this morning.  There will be lots of time to do my few errands today.

Today I woke up with a few thoughts rolling about in my head:

-I went into the city yesterday to see my parents and can see my dad slipping with his health.  Mom is beginning to realize he may be heading for another health crisis. Dad is determined he is going to prepare his own meds every day and bawls mom out if she tries to help him, but he makes so many mistakes and doesn't really care about it. He told me he is tired of living this way and knows life is not going to improve.  Dad has regained a foothold on Planet Reality and isn't happy with what he sees in his future.  I had to think about his situation and whether or not he should have the right to continue to take care of his own meds etc.  My thoughts are along the line that if he has lived as long as he cares to in his present condition, knowing things will continue to get worse, then he should be allowed to do as he chooses for his own future.  Mom is a nervous wreck trying to keep an eye on him and trying to care for him and it is wearing them both down even faster. She and I had planned a trip to see her sister in the autumn and dad agreed, grudgingly, to go to hospice care for 3 days to accommodate her travels.  She has now decided she can't leave him because of the freak out meltdown he will have if he actually  has to go into care for a few days. thought is that some things never change.  Once a bully always a bully and once a doormat always a doormat. But I know if anything happened to Dad while Mom and I are away she would blame herself. My parents are in a sad situation and there isn't a thing I can do about it right now.  So, here we all sit awaiting the next crisis with dad's health and I am wondering if it isn't going to be mom that has the crisis.

-I had a time of "mending fences" here with an old friend yesterday as well.  It was lovely and a tribute to the truth of Matthew 18's instructions on how to deal with problems in relationships.  I don't know why we Christians find it so difficult to attempt to follow these biblical commands for broken relationships, but I do know that the times I have been involved in such things have ended with healing and grace and restoration when those instructions have been followed.  What peace is mine knowing that a great friend has been restored to my life and I to hers.

-Last night I sat down and wrote out a list of other people I know in this area that I could contact.  They would be happy enough to hear from me, I am sure.  I decided to start making a few phone calls but couldn't seem to get started.  Every time I tried to pick up the phone I felt like it was the wrong thing to do.  As I prayed about it a thought came to me that perhaps this town and many of the old friends here fall into a time and season of my life that it is now time to move on from. Knowing when things should be left behind is a gift I need to better cultivate.  Seeing my old highschool friend and remembering our discussion left me hungering for more contact with people I can relate to at a deeper level, socially, culturally, mentally and spiritually.  As I look back on our years in this town where I am currently ensconced in luxurious accommodation, I have to be honest enough to admit that the only people here that I relate to on a deeper level are the ones presently away on their own holidays.  It is no slight to the other people I haven't called, just a recognition that as I get older I feel a greater need to gravitate toward people I can understand and who seem to understand me as well.  I realized as well this is why I so often return to friends in our last city of residence in Saskatchewan, the city where my husband was led into Anglican ordination.  There are many friends there that I do relate to well and it is not a struggle to talk and share.  I have to do some more thinking about this issue and why it has become an issue at this time.

-Today I have errands to run and am looking forward to a long walk around the town in the process.  While I could be tempted to feel a bit lonely here today, at the same time I am pleased to be unencumbered by visiting committments so that I can set my own schedule for the day.  Dinner tonight with my husband's hiking  buddy and his wife, as well as the other friends I saw my first day here.  It will be a nice way to end my stay.

-I woke up at 5am thinking about some travel plans we may make in the autumn and felt so happy.  I all ready have a trip booked for the end of Sept. that will include many good friends for an entire week and my husband will be able to spend part of that time with me as well.  Now we have another trip in the fledgling stage for later on in the fall and if it works out I will be ecstatic.  My thought is that I can keep going in most any situation if I have an upcoming trip to look forward to.  Living where we currently live has forced me over the past five years into becoming more of a homebody, so it is good to know that my spirit of adventure is not completely dead.

-It is more than a mere thought that I MUST get my diet and exercise plan back on track tomorrow when we get home.  Fortunately the lawn will need a mowing first thing the next morning and that will help me set the pace for the coming weeks.  Aiiii yiiiii...I feel like a beached whale after all the car riding and restaurant meals.  My A1C at the end of the month will reflect this and I will lose my "gold star" rating with my GP.  Sigh.....  My thought is that I put insufficient thought into my health as soon as holidays started.  Eek!!

Monday, August 11, 2014

All Dressed Up and No Place to Go

I am sitting in a hotel room having a laugh to myself. haha  Today we drove to a town where we lived for many years, my husband picked up his hiking buddy and off they went to the mountains.  The weather is perfect and the forecast the best for mountaineering.  I hope and pray my husband has the time of his life.

As for me, it is quite a riot here in my hotel room.  I didn't realize when I booked that it is a "pet friendly" hotel, as I was just to pleased to find any hotel room available at this time of year in this town known for the difficulty of finding tourist accommodation in the summer.  At this moment, just before 8pm, there is a huge German shepherd barking crazily and loudly in the parking lot below my window and a cat in the room next door that is howling piteously while its people are away for the evening.  For the sake of the hotel I hope it has been declawed or there is going to be one heck of a mess by the morning.  Don't get me wrong okay?  I love animals, allergies and all, but I don't love them in my hotel where I expect to get some sleep at night.  The town where I live strictly controls pets and includes barking dogs in the noise bylaw so it is intensely quiet at night there.  Here in my hotel, apparently not so much. haha  It is going to be a wild few days.

Part of the reason I am here in my hotel so early in the evening is that all but 3 of the people I was to see this week have had the same chance to take spontaneous trips out of town this week that I had, so there are only these 3 people left for me to visit.  I have been here for 4 hours and have seen 2 out of 3 of them all ready.  That leaves me a few days to fill in a town where the main difference between it and where I live is the size of the WalMart and I have all ready been over there this evening for my tour and to get some diabetic friendly breakfast food so I don't have to drag myself downstairs to the hotel lobby in the mornings for food I shouldn't eat anyway.  (If I am going to spend most of my time here in the hotel I want to eat in my jammies and watch early morning news on tv!)  There are a couple of lovely new restaurants here so I was primed for a good dinner tonight, but both of them are closed until the day after I leave.....even the restaurant proprietors are on holidays too this week. hahahaha

So tomorrow I will go to visit friend number 3 and then I am going to drive a couple of hours to the city and see my parents again. That will be a nice surprise for them....IF they are home! hahaha (and I am not counting on it!)

God seems determined that I am going to spend ever more time alone, even on my summer holidays and I know there is a reason for it all.  If I run out of things to do and people to see locally, I am going to go for some lovely walks through the tree filled park here and read my books guilt-free.  There are bugs to be washed off the car after the drive and there are some new stores to wander into.  I might even watch a show or 2 on tv!  It is just nice to be somewhere other than at home for a few days this month.  Seems there will be equal parts excitement and rest.  So, it will be a good  balance.  

Having expected visits fall apart, in the past, has meant that God is lining up times for me with other people or doing other things that I wouldn't think of otherwise.  I am rather excited to see what adventures happen over the next few days.  God is nothing if not creative in the way he has me spending my time.

It will be fun to see what happens next!

Sunday, August 10, 2014

Home......and Gone Again!

We had a wonderful week away: lots of friends, fun and food...and a LOT of driving!  We arrived home this evening after dinner.  The past 4 hours have been spent doing laundry and repacking so we can leave again on an unexpected and unscheduled second trip for a few days.  YIPPEE!!  We're havin' holidays!!  Will check in when we return and in the meantime we hope everyone is having a wonderful summer!

Monday, August 4, 2014

Last Minute Holiday Apoplexy!!

Before we have holidays there is always some little glitch that comes along each year to either drain our bank account of the money we have scrimped and saved for a trip, or something to delay our leaving, often a mechanical or tire problem with the car.  Last night it happened, as usual, again.

My computer crashed at about 10:30pm just as it was about to be shut down for the night.  My husband had been working on it and delivered the bad news to me as I was about to crawl into bed.  Talk about something calculated to awaken me again immediately!!  Wow, was I ever awake again! No doubt about it.  "Honey, your computer crashed" and "Honey, there is a mouse in the kitchen" have the identical effect on yours truly and it is not a pretty sight as I come steaming into the room, frustration causing smoke to pour from my ears I am certain, eyes wild and body shaking.  Blecch!! Pooey!!  NOT my COMPUTER!  NOOOOOO!!

We had a talk about the best way to handle getting a new hard drive on a long weekend Monday in a small town where all the stores tend to be closed, getting it installed etc. when we are supposed to be meeting friends out of town, followed immediately by my husband's absence for a mountain climbing expedition, with me at home unable to access my own files even if using my husband's computer.  I was angry, furious even, that once again some stupid problem arose, although able to be solved in a matter of hours and a few dollars.  I fell into bed and had a bad sleep. Anger does that to me, just as it does to most people who fall prey to it. (I wonder sometimes if, when I am shaking my fist at the ceiling, God would like to just reach down and shake hands with me...that would embarrass me enough to stop acting like a 5 year old, blaming him for the usual ebb and flow of life that happens to us all.)

This morning I arose early to start making a nice breakfast for visiting friends and my husband went to work on my computer to see exactly what had happened and figure out the fastest way to fix it for of the "OOOH NO! My computer is broken and I am too stupid to figure out how to fix it" school of computer technology.

Well, after about 20 minutes of fiddling about with trouble shooting and a lot of sighing and drumming of fingers on the desktop, he came to tell me he had learned something new about the programme he installed for me a few weeks ago.  Apparently there is a security measure that we didn't have before that requires me to change my password every couple of months unless the settings are reset to keep the same one all the time.  The machine had been sending me messages to let me know the end date for my current password was fast approaching, but I didn't understand the messages and what they were for. So, as per usual, I simply ignored them in hopes they would eventually go away and carried on until the password actually expired last night and shut my whole system down. about that dear husband who is so patient as I stand in all my raging, yelling glory. Umm....I feel pretty silly for being so worked up over a problem that I wouldn't have found more than a slight inconvenience if  it had happened a few days before holidays.  

So, what more proof do I need that I need a break away, a change of pace, a change of scene, more time alone with my husband?  This kind of overreaction can indicate low blood sugar, but my sugar was fine at bedtime.  It was pure stress that happens right before holidays, just knowing all the things that can go and have gone wrong in the past when we tried to have an extended time of relaxation.  

I used to have a poster in my office that reminds me of myself.  It was a large picture of an orangutan.  His arms are up over his head and his eyes are crazed. The caption says, "I gotta learn to relax!!"

Yeah, I gotta do that as well!  

Sunday, August 3, 2014

On Holidays

I am sitting here tonight feeling like a punctured balloon.  My husband had 3 services to do today, just arrived home from the 3rd one and realized he had forgotten to do a hospital visit he had promised himself to do before his holiday started, so out of the garage came the car again and off he went.  Now HE is the one officially on holidays and I am the one feeling completely deflated and exhausted with the lifting of the daily ministry stresses for the next month. hahaha

My husband, on the other hand, is bustling around the kitchen humming and putting his camping food together for a short climbing expedition he is going on soon.  He is whistling and making jokes.  That is how he is when he knows he has 4 weeks with no work committments. It is fantastic to see him like that again after the incredible amount of work he has had to do in the past few months.

Well, he sort of has no work committments......actually we are both giving up his first day of holidays tomorrow to complete and fold and stamp and address a mass parish letter that has to go out right away before we do our holiday thing.  It is going to be a good day because we are giving up our day voluntarily to do it and there is no time limit. As long as it is done and in the mail by the next morning we have met the deadine.  It will also be a day to get the mess in the church office cleaned up and put away so that no one else has to look at that disaster while we are on vacation.  Having a full month off makes for a good break.  Since he now gets five weeks in total we can take a week in the autumn before the snow flies and get a little break before the Advent build up to Christmas begins once again.

Tomorrow we are breakfasting with visiting friends and that is a wonderful way to begin time off from work. 

When we meet up with my highschool friend in the city in a few days time, we are meeting up in one of our favourite "old stomping grounds" for a long walk and then dinner together.  I am so excited I couldn't sleep last night. hahaha  We were such great friends and as we have been emailing each other over the past few months it is as if little has changed.  

I am thanking God for this inane little blog and the opportunity it has afforded me to be sought and found by several old friends I haven't been in touch with for years. Sometimes life is very good indeed. 

Friday, August 1, 2014

A Plethora of Plethoras!

In the past few days I have heard the word "plethora" used a number of times on television broadcasts and am giggling about some of the pronunciations.  

The word is pronounced with a short "e" and a long "0", but my 2 favourite attempts this week came out as "plethaaaaro" and "plathoroo".  The first example was used by a television newscaster and it sounded very funny, a jarring surprise in the middle of an otherwise well delivered world news report.  

It makes me wonder what words I am using regularly but not pronouncing properly. I would bet there are several and I hope no one is ever embarrassed to point my mistakes out to me.