Sunday, July 31, 2016

Quote For the Day

"I love to laugh. Laughter to me is being alive. I have had rotten times, and I have laughed through them. Even in the midst of the very worst times I have laughed."

--William Saroyan, "Sons Come and Go, Mothers Hang in Forever"

Aawright Youse Guys...Remember Those Time Zone Differences, OK?

Friends, family, colleagues:
Just a gentle reminder about phoning us early in the mornings when it is not an emergency.

Since my husband is on 24 call we do not have the luxury of turning off our telephone ringer very often. So, non-emergency calls from even those nearest and dearest to us are not greatly appreciated when they arrive before about 9am on Saturdays, Mondays and Tuesdays, the days my husband is trying to catch up on his sleep. He has many late evening meetings even on his regular 8am office days.

Here are the time zone differences:
B.C.: you are one hour earlier than us, so not usually a problem other than late at night. (son, take note, please)
Ontario/Quebec: you are two hours later than we are, so try to call after 11am your time.
Maritimes: please wait until noon or later your time.
United Kingdom: please wait until after 4'ses.
Japan: wait until closer to your bedtime.

India, Tanzania and South Sudan: you are exempted from any telephone time requests because we know how difficult it is to get through by telephone at any time at all!

Thanks so much everyone. Our sleep disorders seem to be particularly bad just now, so please know we are not pitching a fit over early morning calls, but do need to ask for your help and patience. 6am through 9am are not chat times for sleepy, groggy us.
Bless you!

Saturday, July 30, 2016

Warm Clear Water

6:15am today seemed like quite the ungodly time of a Saturday morning to have to get up, but once we got over to the church and enjoyed the Morning Prayer service with our Bishop and the other men who are bicyling with him on his journey across the province, we were glad we participated.  My husband was rather proud of the fact that of all the churches our Bishop met with today, our little congregation had one of the highest attendances. hahaha  Seeing my otherwise humble husband so proud about this little detail delights me no end. hahaha  Good service, good breakfast fellowship, good reports about the journey and good to be up and out the door early this morning before being hit with scorching heat this afternoon!

As  my husband rode out of the parking lot on his newly purchased bicycle, along with the cyclists on the way to the next destination, I headed to our car and drove to the grocery store.  I love grocery shopping relatively early on long weekend Saturday mornings as there is so little customer traffic.  I think at least a third of the city has departed for the holiday weekend. Wow, the streets and parking lots around here have been nearly deserted most of the day.  Maybe the heat just kept more folk at home, I don't know....

After lunch and a rest, we headed to our friends' house for a pool party and BBQ.  I panicked at the last minute about getting into the pool in case my thigh muscles failed me in the deep end...I seem to have a lot more fears to overcome since this last fall and broken bones....but  I sat on the edge, enjoying the bright sun in my sleeveless pool dress and dandled my feet in the water long enough to even up the tan on my legs and upper arms. The water temperature in the shallow end of the pool was +32C, just lovely and warm!  Our hosts provided delicious Asian and Jamaican spiced turkey burgers and a broccoli salad, another couple brought a caesar salad featuring romaine freshly picked from their own garden and we provided the drinks and snack foods.  It was such fun!  They have two sheltie dogs that love playing under the sprinkler, so we put on the hose and laughed ourselves nearly sick watching them.  A 2 year old granddaughter provided a lot of fun as well.  

In around all the activity today my husband managed to complete his sermon for tomorrow morning and is getting ready to print it off before he goes to bed.  

At this point in time I think we actually get to stay home and veg after church tomorrow morning...so far, anyway.  We may even get to do that on Monday as well.  Tuesday will be a super fun day.  We have to return library books at a library out of town and on the way back we are stopping for lunch on the highway north of Moose Jaw, at Carol's Catering.  Have no idea if the food is any good or not and don't really care.  We are going to meet friends there who organize the annual events for the Moose Jaw Camera Club.  The Camera Club display from the recent Festival of Words has been moved out to Carol's and we will get a first hand accounting of the project from our friends.    Really looking forward to the seeing the project and even more forward to visiting with our friends. Has it really been over a year since we got together?????  Where does the time go????

Yup, a good start to the first week of August....well, other than the realization that all ready the sky is pitch dark by 9:30pm once again....winter is coming eventually.....sigh.....BUT.....it sure has been a great summer thus far!

Friday, July 29, 2016

Yer Best Bib 'n' Tucker, Regina

Hey ladies of all shapes and sizes in the Regina area: head on over to Broad Street and Badham Ave. to check out the 30% to 50% off sale at Bib and Tucker.  

I cashed in there earlier this week.  3/4 of their present stock is included in this sale and there are some great deals and some eclectic styles and colours. 

Don't let the road construction on Broad Street stop you.  There is parking usually available on Badham and there are spots to park behind their building.  

Check it out.

Hey, Remember Casey the Brave?

 Today I received this update from the parents of little Casey that we prayed for during his life threatening illness this past winter.  Here is the best news EVER about this little man!
 
"6 months old today! Weighing 19lbs (of solid muscle 😉), rolling around, sitting up, eating solids, giggling at his brother and bringing joy to his mama and daddy everyday. We love you, #caseythebrave ! 💙👶🏼

We are officially out of the woods, folks - no medication, no health problems, and now only periodic checkups at Children's. We are so thankful for you all and for the way you supported us throughout this journey. God has been so gracious to us and we are reminded of that every time we look at our miracle boy!"
 
Happiness!!!

Feast or Famine!

That is the best description of our social life this past spring and summer. The first couple of weeks after our holidays ended were rather quiet and I wondered if the whole summer would be like that.

I needn't have worried! The whirlwind that began over the past week is continuing. Just before my husband arrived home for dinner last night, after 7:30pm after a long day's drive to an out of the city parish, followed by a dinner hour committee meeting, I was outside with the geese, haha, when our Muslim neighbour came outside to chat. As we were talking my husband drove up and we were immediately issued an invitation by our neighbour to join his family for tea and cake. My husband bolted his dinner down and over we went. What a delightful time. The bad news is that they have purchased a house across the city and will be moving in three week's time. The news is great for them, but sad for us. We exchanged phone numbers though and will try to keep in touch. They are coming over for dinner before they move.

Just before 9pm we excused ourselves and my husband drove quickly over to the house of another friend who texted him while we were at the neighbours'. haha If the fellow was not such a close friend my husband would not have gone, but they are canoeing buddies and there is a trip coming up in less than a month, so...... haha

Tonight is the dinner with the young people from Montreal and now it appears that tomorrow we are going to a BBQ at the home of friends we haven't seen for a long time.

And so it goes......I have gone from the post holiday doldrums to being somewhat over amped. ''Twas ever thus.

Had a great walk downtown yesterday. The slight breeze made the heat tolerable. Most of the mosquitos I met were right around our own complex, yay! All errands accomplished!

The geese were hilarious last night. I heard a rustling of wings and went to the back porch to discover both groups sneaking past the invisible borders established by my husband. If geese can tip toe, that is what these birds were doing. I walked down the stairs, stood in front of the leader geese and put my hands on my hips. The whole group stopped dead in their tippy toe tracks. This time there was no stare down between us, no out waiting each other. It took only a few seconds for  the leaders to turn themselves around and run their flocks full speed in the other direction. hahaha It was hysterical! I didn't so much as walk toward them before they fled like little boys who have just been caught breaking a window with an errant baseball pitch. Unfortunately I didn't get outside in time to prevent having to pick up poop on our section of lawn, but so glad for the experience of facing those geese head on and watching their response. So, I guess the turf wars are on! hahahaha

And today I iron!

Quote for the day:
"The first dandelions touch the heart-strings in much the same way as do the early notes of the robin, their blessed familiarity impressing us like a happy surprise."
--Mrs. William Starr Dana, "According to Season"

Wednesday, July 27, 2016

Goosey, Goosey, Gander!

My husband has been a true source of entertainment for all our neighbours the past few evenings as he has been training the two groups of geese who arrived at our complex on Monday evening. He has spent about an hour each evening setting boundaries on both sides of our back deck by approaching them at his designated boundary line while flapping a bright red blanket in their direction as they approach that invisible line. He looks like a giant red bird.

Geese are not stupid. Each evening the lead, guardian goose of each grouping of sixteen geese stands for up to half an hour staring at my husband, trying to out wait him. My husband is patient. He just stands and stares back from a few feet away, red "wings" at his sides. He doesn't rush at any of the geese and never charges toward the leader. At some point the staring goose lifts one foot and tentatively moves it forward. My husband raises his blanket wings and gives them a small flap. The goose then completes a full step forward and my husband quickly steps forward, red blanket fully extended across his arms. Each night the goose has taken off running in the other direction, squawking and gathering up the other geese. Once they are all gathered around lead goose they head off together across the parking lot to graze on the other side of the complex. When they return to our side again later on, they cut a wide swath around behind our car, avoiding our part of the lawn completely. Tonight both groups were dispatched in less than fifteen minutes. Early this morning when the two groups arrived for their morning feed of clover they came up to the edge of the invisible border, but none of them crossed it onto our section of the lawn. My husband will be ready for them again tomorrow evening.

Geese are fairly bright about territories. My husband is staking out his. As he says, you don't have to hurt them, or even frighten them, you just have to make them consistently uncomfortable in a particular area. The owls effectively kept both groups away over the past weekend, but they figured it out quickly. Drat!

In the meantime I am cringing at what the neighbours are probably thinking, but it is worth not having to step in the goose poop that is plastered all over the bottom of their shoes and driving them crazy! hohoho!

Crazy old people.....haha.....


Tuesday, July 26, 2016

So Far, So Good!

Other than a slightly sore arm at the time of the injection I have had no immediate allergy symptoms. If I don't develop any of the listed symptoms over the next few days I should be okay. The real tale of allergic reactions is more likely to be told six months from now after the second injection...BUT that is six months from now. For now I am just thrilled to have hope for the future. Two years from now, if I don't break any more bones in the meantime, will be my next bone densitometry to see if this drug is working. Up to two years to hold onto hope! Yay!!

Such Fun While It Lasted!

We have now used up most of our "special assistance" for restaurant meals that have kept us afloat for entertainment over the past 18 months or so.  Wow, it has been so much fun!  We have felt free to explore, not to be too upset too often if we pick a dud once in awhile.  Since we spend almost zero dollars on other forms of entertainment each year we will still be able to enjoy meals out each month, just a lot less often....and I am very grateful for that because a new Japanese restaurant is opening in the space that Hanabi used to occupy downtown. hahaha Yup, all ready scheming about a plan to try  their menu as soon as they open for business! hahaha  

Obviously my (small "g") "god" is my stomach!! hahahaha 

In about an hour I will be at the medical clinic for my first osteoporosis injection.  As hard as I am trying to just sit back and trust God for this to:
a) actually work successfully to rebuild bone in my compacting spine and weak hip bones,
b) not give me an allergic reaction like the last drug I took,
I am failing miserably today on both counts!
As much as I relax and trust God now relatively faithfully for his care of our finances, I am struggling with trust over medical issues.  At least today I am.  If I can tolerate this medication my trust will start to soar...isn't that just the most human of reactions: "Yeah sure God, I trust you...as long as things are going the way I think they should and there is little to zero suffering involved!"

Sometimes it is such a pain to be so human. 
Just about the time I want my faith to have me soaring with the eagles I instead find myself pooping on the sidewalk with the rest of the silly geese..... 

Monday, July 25, 2016

When "Cute" is Appropriate

Today is only half over but all ready it has been filled with cuteness!  I am not sure of the exact meaning of that word, but by my own definition there has been a lot of that going on around me.

Walking to the post office early this morning I passed a grandma pushing a stroller in which was seated a teensy blonde haired boy.  He was crowing and waving his arms at the trees and the bees and the grass and the passing cars, happy as a person can be.

Shortly after I arrived home our day's company arrived for brunch: one of the cutest and most wonderful young married couples we have ever had the joy of sharing a friendship with.  We spent several hours together, feasting, sharing our hearts and lives and smiling an awful lot!

The bunny rabbit that spent the afternoon laid out flat under the shade of our front yard tree a few days ago was back today, doing the same thing.  It is so very hot for these poor furry little creatures.  This one is has some lovely markings of colour on the fur around his face.  He is still rather teensy and to me is the very definition of the word "cute".

I received a photo from my parents today.  It is a picture of them playing a water gun duck race at the Stampede games set up in their seniors' facility last week.  Both of them are grinning like two little kids, dad balancing himself by hanging onto his walker with the hand not shooting the water gun and mom just delighted that at the age of almost 89 she is finally getting her chance to play those silly games she always wanted to play when I was a kid growing up.  She was too shy to actually play them at the Stampede but I know she wanted to after an admission some years ago.

Not so cute is an incident of violence that just occurred in our parking lot a few moments ago; I don't know what the problem is exactly but 2 gals visiting one of our residents came huffing and puffing out of the suite, one of them cursing and very upset. She smashed the resident lady's cell phone all over the lot and yelled and screamed.  A young boy who lives there came after her with a heavy bottle and tried to hit her.  It got pretty scary with that boy involved and I was about to call the police when I noticed the management staff taking note of the incident from their office door. I can only assume the police have been notified.  All the people have disappeared inside the suite, but if there is any more noise or problem coming from there before we leave for our evening out I will call the police myself.  I am sad for that little boy who was trying to defend the victim of the upset woman's rants and phone smashing.  He is beside himself and making threats to her...he can't be more than 7 or 8 years old.  Sigh......my life as a child had many problems but there wasn't much violence involved, that is for sure.

Well, better get ready for this farewell dinner for one of our diocesan priests who is heading to a parish overseas.  It is a catered meal and no matter what is served it can't be any worse than the simple salad I ordered at our church's Seniors' Ministry dinner last night at Perkins.  At least 1/4 of the lettuce was not just brown, it was completely rotten.  Sigh....how can a simple salad be such a disaster? (No, I didn't send it back...I had the strong feeling round 2 wouldn't have been any better.) However, the good company more than made up for it and I forgave the restaurant when I saw how unexpectedly delicious my husband's tilapia meal was. I did very much enjoy my multi-grain mini-bun...and half of my husband's as well!!

OOOOH, Lord, please let the heat outside and the tempers across the parking lot be cooled and settled down.  Let the "cuteness" continue for the rest of the evening.

Sunday, July 24, 2016

I Just Have To Thank God For Her Help With Our Finances....As Always!

Oh, but before I do that, just want to say that Nan will not be having her hip replacement surgery tomorrow after all. She has come down rather suddenly with a terrible respiratory infection and had to cancel the operation for now.  Please pray she can be rescheduled very much sooner than later so that her job will not be adversely effected by this change of plan. Thank you SO much!

I don't know why things go this way so often, but this month the last week before pay day has had some very unexpected expenses crop up.  The way God has taken care of them has been amazing...as usual...as always...as is needed by us constantly it seems!

The first thing that happened was receiving a phone call from a friend here in town I literally have not seen or talked to for months...almost a year in fact!  I mentioned to her that I was ordering my new osteoporosis injection medication and asking her to pray that this new med will work for me.  Until I talked to her I wasn't even thinking about costs involved.  She is aware of this injection as she herself has had it and she informed me that it costs well over four hundred dollars per injection.  Gasp!!!  It hit me that since my husband's health insurance company would not yet have the exception drug status letter of permission when I went to the pharmacy to pick up the meds for my first shot, I would have to pay the full cost up front and then be reimbursed by the insurance company in a few weeks' time.  So thankful my friend contacted me the very day I had to order the prescription and prepare me for the amount of money I would need to come up with.  As it happened I was able to put it on the credit card and the reimbursement should arrive before the credit card bill. Whew!!!  I am so thankful these injections are only every six months and not monthly or weekly.  I can't imagine how embarrassing it would have been to go to pick up the meds and be hit with that bill. I know I would have been flustered and not understood that I could use my credit card to pay for it, would have freaked out completely when it got through my thick skull that the cost is only for one injection and generally would have made a total fool of myself because that is what I do when I am in shock!  I would have started to cry and walked out of the store without the prescription until my mind kicked back into gear and I remembered that I had a credit card in my wallet. Thank you Lord for that preparation time before I had to purchase the meds!

The other thing that happened was on a much smaller scale, but equally cool.  Tomorrow evening we have to pay a fairly hefty ticket price for a farewell dinner for one of our priests who is moving out of Canada after many fruitful years in our diocese.  Oooh, Lord, why couldn't it be NEXT Monday, after pay day??  I had the money in my wallet, but with my husband inviting a young newlywed couple over to our home for brunch tomorrow morning that money would be needed for groceries.  Hmmmm.....  So we prayed again about the best way to do both things.  After church this morning the treasurer of our congregation handed me an envelope.  Inside was a cheque in the same amount as the tickets we need to purchase tomorrow evening at the farewell.  It is payment for a church service I played piano for almost 2 months ago. I hadn't realized  I would be paid to do it.  

It seems God takes care of us the same way during times of steady employment as he does during times of unemployment.  It helps us not to be afraid of retirement and our nearly non-existent pension amounts we will have to survive on.  God is still God and he takes care of us no matter what our own circumstances are.  We just have to keep trusting him and not let ourselves succumb to worry.  

Thank you Lord for your nurturing self.  You care for us like a mother cares for a newborn child.  You care for us even though we are not always wise in our expenditures, do not deserve your mercy because we sometimes blow our budget big time no matter how hard we try to do things properly.  One of the biggest spiritual lessons of our lives has been learning how you take care of our material needs.  Thank you, thank you, thank you for not letting us get what we truly deserve!

Saturday, July 23, 2016

And All That Jazz

Where has the past week disappeared to?  I am not aware of accomplishing a lot, but it seems it has been a "feel good" week in many ways.  

Clearance sales have been the mainstay of my entertainment this week.  My best purchases were two for the price of one camisole tops. All spring and summer thus far the prices seemed out of line for cheap polyester under tops with spaghetti straps, but I have been needing a few to wear under other summer tops that are either too see through to be worn on their own, or have deep scoop necks, or are sleeveless but with larger than normal arm holes, all created with the idea of wearing another little top undeneath. FINALLY I will be able to wear them for the rest of the summer.  

My other fun purchase was at Bach and Beyond where there was a large table of clearance CD's.  Talk about rock bottom prices!  As my musical library has become severely depleted of late from clearing out many CD's I don't listen to any more, I decided to pick up a few of the least expensive ones on the table: a compilation of BTO hits...great for creating energy while house cleaning; The Chieftains for when I need inspiration to complete tasks of all kinds; Dvorak's 9th Symphony for when I just want to kick back and listen more intently to relax my mind; the Best of Bread for when I am feeling either sappy or sorry for myself and am needing some time to just be melancholy...it works because even though I have not listened to Bread since my early 20's I still remember every word to every song 40 years later...and I am not ashamed to admit it either!!!  Wow...I must have been feeling sappy and melancholy a lot in my early 20's!! hahaha

Please send up a prayer for my friend Nan who is having a big hip surgery on Monday.  It will be a lengthy recovery time with lots of painful physio and I empathize greatly.  Prayers will help keep her going for that first few weeks after the operation.

I am becoming quite adept at getting up in the wee hours of the morning to shut windows against the lightning and huge rain drops, only to have to get up an hour later and open them up again after the storm ends and the steamy heat fills the house.  Yup, it happened again this morning.  I am also getting better at falling back to sleep after each awakening...a good thing as I have been feeling kind of tired from the interruptions the first few nights this went on.

My parents have reached the stage of life I have dreaded most of all since I realized they were aging more quickly:  the stage where they call and ream me out for not contacting them about this, that and the other thing, when in reality we did talk about those very things in a telephone conversation only a few days previously.  Sigh.....this is a toughie for me.  I am not surprised about Dad because his memory is beginning to fail quite quickly.  Mom, I suspect, has suddenly developed the same problem because of the stress of caring for Dad.  If I remind her of previous conversations she is able to stop and think for a second and then actually remember we did talk recently.  I have to get her alone on the phone to do that, a nearly impossible feat, because Dad is the one who gets upset that he has forgotten. There is no point in attempting to trigger his memory and upsetting him over something that he won't remember no matter how detailed the reminder is.  

I so enjoyed watching "Room" this week.  It is quite well done.  The return of the daughter to her now split up family after 7 years of captivity with a kidnapper seemed fairly realistically scripted to me.  The rejection of her son by her own father because of who her son's father is seemed so very possible and even probable.  Her complete breakdown being faced with the larger world after having to spend 7 years in a confined space and having to keep herself together mentally there for the sake of her son...all the difficulties of transitioning back to her former life...so well done.  The acting is excellent.  It held my attention from start to finish and even drew in my skeptical husband.  He is not big on dramas to start with unless they involved guns and intrigue, but he got right into "Room".

My husband is happily back at work but with a new attitude: he has stopped fretting about the impossibility of ever completing many of the tasks he is charged with.  Over our holidays something seemed to click with him when he was told by his bishop that the task is next to impossible for one person, or even several people, to handle quickly and efficiently, that he needs to start believing it and to start scheduling the rest of his life into his weekly calendar. So far so good!!

There are some fun church types of events coming up this week: tomorrow evening our own congregation is having dinner together at a restaurant.  It is not our favourite restaurant because on their entire menu there are not more than three items in total either of us can eat, but we are looking forward to the fellowship we always have with these people. They are a lot of fun to spend time with.  O how we will miss them when we are no longer part of them later this fall.

Monday morning we are putting together a brunch for a young newlywed couple we know and love dearly.

Monday evening is a big farewell party for an outgoing priest and his wife.  His congregation is also a lot of fun to be with. My husband has duties there to represent the Bishop who will be absent for another committment.  There will be a meal and a programme and many fun visits.

Tuesday afternoon I get my first injection of the new osteoporosis drug.  O how hard I am praying there will be no allergic reaction this time....I admit to being a bit frightened.  If this doesn't work for me then I am out of options. There is nothing else available that does not contain the bone builder I nearly killed myself with 3 years ago.  Trusting the Lord for this one.....

Our Bishop will be at our church a week from today for a service and brunch together with our congregation.  He is riding his bicycle along the Trans Canada Highway across the middle section of our diocese, from the Alberta border to the Manitoba border, in 10 days.  He starts out today. He is doing this to raise funds for our struggling diocese and has been in training for a year in order to accomplish the goal.  I am praying for better weather where he will be riding today than we have locally, that is for sure!  Along the way he is stopping in to encourage various parishes.  Looking forward to hearing his adventures next Saturday.

The following weekend we are going to the 20th wedding anniversary of some parishioner friends and the next day it is off to Yorkton for another farewell to their outgoing priests.  O how we are going to miss those who have found employment elsewhere in other dioceses at home and abroad.  It seems our diocese is in the middle of some big changes and we are hoping they will be for the better...although why losing these particular folk would be better we have no idea.

Well, it is breakfast time once again.  I'd best quit blithering and go downstairs to the kitchen.  I have a lazy day planned for myself after all the walking I did in yesterday's heat.   

PS Did I mention we watched the Roughriders vs the Red Blacks football game last night?  It was a good game because the score was so close all through the second half of the game.  Somehow, by some miracle, the Roughriders managed to win despite some stellar and rather spectacular fumbling of the ball.  Since it is probably the only game we will watch all season, I thought it was worth a mention.  

Friday, July 22, 2016

True Death and Darkness

I am working my way slowly through Elie Wiesel's "Night".  Although it is a very slim volume it is taking me days to read it because I want to be able to read between the lines of this rather sparse account of his time in a World War 2 concentration camp and how his experiences there and the suffering he witnessed caused him to lose his faith in God.  Before the camps he was very pious, devout, determined to learn all there is to know about God and his Jewish faith.

The poignancy of his recorded history in the camps, for me, is in all the details he has NOT recorded.  It is almost as if he is saving the reader from experiencing second hand the worst of the tragedies by not going into a lot of detail.

Wiesel is a true social, political and human rights activist.  If I was in a place of suffering like he has been I would want him on my side.

This little book of darkness raises a question for me:  what is it that causes some of the most devout believers to renounce their faith in God and others who are undergoing the same type of suffering cling all the harder to their spiritual beliefs?  What are the factors involved for each person?  

I have read probably every book published by authors who either survived the horrendous conditions in those camps and kept their faith, or even found new faith, so it is good to read an author who lost his.  In human terms it seems that losing faith makes more sense when you are watching thousands of innocent people being herded into burning ovens and gas chambers to be killed and babies being murdered by the hundreds before your very eyes.

My question can't really be answered of course, but I am wondering how I would react under such extreme conditions of suffering.  Would God continue to be my place of refuge or would the assault on my senses due to those kinds of experiences bring me to a place of being unable to believe a loving God exists at all?

Here are some well known quotes of Elie Wiesel's carry a lot of truth: 

The opposite of love is not hate, it's indifference.
 
We must always take sides. Neutrality helps the oppressor, never the victim. Silence encourages the tormentor, never the tormented.
 
There may be times when we are powerless to prevent injustice, but there must never be a time when we fail to protest.


Thursday, July 21, 2016

More Pseudo Death on the Home Front

Aiiiii yiiiii what a silly day with the local "critters"! hahaha

About four hours ago, on this brutally hot day, I looked out the front window and noticed one of this year's crop of adorable wee bunnies flat out on its stomach under a tree in the front yard. I thought it was great it could lay in the shade out of the bright sun.

An hour later I noticed it was still out there, laying completely still, over an hour later it was still there, completely immobile. It looked like it could be dead, but I waited nearly another hour in hopes I was wrong. After all,  "killing" that big ball of lint in the kitchen earlier this morning seemed like enough "death" for one day!

Soooooo outside I finally went. The rabbit truly had not moved a whisker in four hours, ears flat down on the side of its head, back legs sprawled out behind him. Hoooo boy, what to do about a dead rabbit. In the last month I have had to call in the building maintenance pest control to get rid of gophers outside and mice in the attic. Was I going to have to call them again to safely get rid of a rabbit carcass? Sigh..... They are so tired of hearing from me.

Dreading seeing a dead bunny, sure its little furry self should be removed before the little kids next door saw it and got upset or one of the neighbourhood dogs found it, I approached it with a certain amount of trepidation. I got within a meter of the bunny when its little brown eyes popped open, its ears jerked straight up, it's butt began to wiggle as it gathered its back legs underneath it, getting ready to spring away from me.

YAY! The bunny was alive! Slowly I backed away from it, sorry I had disturbed its cooling rest on such a hot day, but ecstatic it was still in the land of the living. My chuckling, patient husband has now explained to me that it is not unusual for rabbits to lay still for hours at a time, cooling off in the heat, tummies sated after munching happily on fresh clover.

Well, what do I know about rabbits, city gal that I am? I am SO ignorant about the habits of rabbits, I apparently can't even tell if they are alive or dead!!!!  hahahaha. What a day!

Killed It Deader Than Dead!! Yay Me!

Early this morning I noticed a good sized black spider crouching on the ceiling above the tea cupboard. I ran to grab the footstool and fly swatter before the spider could crawl farther across the ceiling, out of reach.

I climbed on the stool and took a mighty swack at the spider, mashing it between the fly swatter netting. Aaaaaah, gotcha!!!

As I lowered the fly swatter and grabbed a damp paper towel to clean off the nasty spider carcass, I had a closer look at my victim.

Hmmmmm.....yup, dead as a duck. I killed it all right.....stupid fuzzy black ball of lint.....

One of Those Rare Magical Evenings!

This evening was one of those evenings where everything fell into place, from the entertainment to the food to the company to the ambiance...one of those rare social events that make life special.

We had a wonderful time with friends at The Nest piano bar on Albert Street.

I admit we weren't expecting much so perhaps that is one of the reasons we so fully enjoyed ourselves, but....no....it really was a good time!

The four of us shared everything from burgers to salads to pastas to  liver and onions to red wine with robust tannins to creme brulee desserts to baked German potatoes.  Everything was perfectly sourced, prepared and presented.

My grilled chicken burger was properly cooked and under the lettuce and tomato were sweet blueberries and baked brie...to die for!  My field greens salad was accompanied by a house made raspberry vinegrette that was not at all sweet, perfect with greens that were fresh, properly cleaned and not a brown spot anywhere!  The freshness alone was enough to establish it as one of the best restaurant green salads in town.  My friend gave me a good taste of her liver and onions and o wow...that is definitely what I am ordering next time we go there!  AND there WILL be a next time.  I have not been able to force myself to eat liver for quite some time after bad experiences in restaurants in recent years, but this was amazing....tender, rather than overcooked and dried out.  The bacon slice on top of that liver was so thick it was sufficient source of protein for a dinner all by itself!  It was also perfectly cooked-no goopy, chewy, barely cooked fat on it.  My husband truly enjoyed his chicken fusilli as it had such good flavour and the pasta was ever so slightly el dente as it should be.  My other friend's burger had so many delightful layers he had to eat it with a knife and fork as there was no way he could get his mouth around it.  

The talented Chris Hamilton entertained us greatly with his piano and harmonica skills and his banter.  We handed him request after request and he complied quite happily.  He was a  lot of fun to watch and listen to.  Hopefully we can return some evening when he is there again.

After an extended dinner we came back to our home for tea and more visiting.  These are very special friends that we don't get to see nearly often enough and that added to the sweetness of the event.

If we had not received that gift card to go to The Nest I doubt we would have gone.  "Piano Bar" can mean many things as we have learned over the years and not all piano bars are very special. Some have been downright sleezy with dreadful food.  The Nest though has some of the best food we have eaten since we moved here and it is most reasonably priced.  There is something on the menu for every taste and wallet.  There are at least two excellent red wines on the list...two more excellent red wines than most of the local restaurants carry.  The beer prices are very reasonable!  

It is possible that we have a new, "regular" date night hangout!

Wednesday, July 20, 2016

It Isn't Lying, It Is Changing My Mind

I am constantly amazed by people who read things like blogs or emails that mention a person's upcoming plans and then assume what they have read to be the gospel truth, impossible to be anything but. At some point afterward the writer changes plans. If the writer either doesn't have the time, availability/access to the Internet, motivation or thought to rewrite the plans and instantly publish the change for all to see, that person is suddenly a liar apparently.

Twice in the past week I have read items on social media where one person is accusing another of lying when all that has happened has been the author's change of plans going unrecorded.

It struck me that my own blog and emails need a "codicil"!! haha

The only way for my readers to be certain of my daily plans is to read about them after the fact. I change my mind six times a day about what I am doing. Even the most exciting or best laid plans will change if I feel like changing them. I don't feel obligated to run to my iPad every time it happens.

Just sayin'.....don't feel betrayed if I end up writing one thing and subsequently doing another without releasing the change on social media.

'K?

Another Doozy of a Storm

Here in Regina we have been incredibly fortunate during our late night storms of the past week.  All around the city people have experienced flooding, high winds causing damage and last night there was hail in the area: everything from pea sized to tennis ball sized to baseball sized chunks of ice.  In the city we had a few horrendously frightening wind gusts, a bit of rain and the display in the sky.

The first part of the storm that I blogged about last night sort of passed us by after about ten minutes, but I guess 3am is going to be the usual time for the worst of the storms.  About that time this morning I was up again closing windows, shutting off fans and peeking out through the blinds to watch the spectacular display of lightning.  I stopped counting the forks of lightning at 100 strikes and don't know how many more occurred after that.  Instead of the lightning forks reaching more or less straight down from the clouds toward the earth they were arc'd like semi circles and crackling so much the light from them wasn't consistent.  It was like looking at an arc, single pixel width, on a PC screen with little dots of black interrupting the colour every so often from dead pixels.  Fascinating!  I have never seen lightning before that looked like that.  

 It is supposed to be very hot again today.  Wonder what kind of storm is going to interrupt our sleep tonight??? I have to admit that even though it has been on the verge of scary every night this week, I find such weather incredibly interesting.

Good News For Our Son

Our son was delighted to have an eye test at the opthamologist's office yesterday and find out his vision is close to 20/20 in both eyes, so he does not need any glasses at this point in his life.  Like his father, he is absent minded enough to neither need nor want a pair of glasses to have to remember to take with him and wear when necessary.  Whew!

As far as the eye surgery, well, the opthamologist decided that since the rust is not impeding our son's vision and has not moved at all since the accident about six weeks ago now, he did not want to poke any more holes in the cornea to remove it.  That is quite a relief.  It was bad enough having the cornea damaged by the metal and subsequent removal of that, but all seems to be well there too.  Of course if anything changes with that rust it will have to be removed, but for now we rejoice in this very good news.

Thank you so much for praying for him!  I don't know who is more grateful...himself or us!!  

Tuesday, July 19, 2016

The Pending Storm

I am sitting beside the window at nearly 10pm watching the last of the sunset and waiting for the next lightning storm to arrive.  Tonight the glow from the setting sun was not "baby blue pink" or orange, it was deep golden yellow.  That generally means storm clouds and when we looked to the north of town we could see them, streaked with fork lightning and heading this way.  

Hopefully we will not  be huddled around the windows watching a storm in the wee hours of the morning like we were today!  At 3am we were awakened by a combination of the flashing lightning and a continous roll of thunder that carried on unabated, as in not for one second did it cease to growl at us, for over a half hour.  I don't remember the last time I heard thunder that intense and prolongued. I thought it would never stop clashing outside!  

It is no wonder we have nighttime storms as the daytime temperatures have slowly crawled their way into the +30'sC.  Today we were up around +32C, so as the temperature begins to fall for the night it seems to draw the storms toward us.  Unlike the foothills area of southern Alberta where we used to live, here on the true prairies it doesn't always cool down overnight during such hot weeks of summer.  It is certainly slow to cool tonight!  My husband  has set up his bed downstairs in the basement as he has to get up so early to go to work in the morning and desperately needs to be comfortable enough to sleep.

He also needs some better quiet that he will not get in the upstairs bedrooms.  Unusually for a week night, even during school holiday time, there are 4 little boys outside on their bicycles in the near  darkness shrieking like banshees as they race full speed ahead through the parking lot. hahaha  How well I remember city summers when I was a kid doing exactly the same thing in Calgary! hahaha  Summer holiday time was a magical time of being, or at least feeling, free as a bird to do whatever we neighbourhood friends wanted to do and for many more late night hours than was permitted during school terms.  

Some of the other neighbours, who no doubt also have to work in the morning, are starting to open their back doors and stand out on the porches in their pajamas, gesturing at the boys. I suspect no one wants to be the big bad meanie who tells these unsupervised kids it is time to stop screaming so other people can sleep. hahaha  Come on neighbours...this is the first time all summer these kids have been out hollering after 9pm.  I will be surprised if it happens again so let's chill out until we see if it is going to become a pattern.

What great summer time childhood memories these guys are triggering for me!

My husband and I had the most pleasant day today, just getting some simple errands and shopping done, but doing it together.  Since we moved here we have had opportunities to do "normal" married couple things like shopping as a couple, more than we ever have in our lives.  I LOVE having my husband home on two weekdays in a row...not that it always works out that he gets both days off, but this week he did and it has been fabulous.  We accomplished some grocery shopping on the far east side of the city, got his new machete sharpened and some replacement parts for one of his Swiss army knives, we had some salad at a favourite bistro, we found the perfect width bias tape for one of his sewing projects and new straps for his favourite backpack.  We located a source for getting his favourite Grandma Nunweiler's Pancake Mix, found new lip balm he really likes, purchased a replacement part for our toilet that the maintenance guys here never seem to understand is the real problem with the dumb thing, got me the coolest little summer dress for el cheapo and generally just enjoyed the AC in our car as we drove around the city.  We still parked far away from each store so we could get some exercise in between purchases.  What a nice, sane, normal, regular sort of day. I LOVED IT!

So, better shut down this machine.  The storm is just starting and the lightning is pretty intense all ready.  Hmmm....I don't think there is going to be a lot of sleeping going on up here in my room but I can't handle even the most remote possibility of a spider crawling on me in the basement!  haha  At least the little boys have now packed it in and gone indoors to avoid the rain that has begun. It seems the re-parge my husband did on the leaky basement wall is holding well.

Still waiting to hear from our son about his eye surgery today, but no word yet.  We suspect that means all is well because if something scary was going on he would have been in touch for prayer....at least we assume all is well.........sigh......you never outgrow being a parent...

Tomorrow evening we are meeting friends from out of town at The Nest, so hopefully that will be a lot of fun and the food and drink will be decent.  Oooh....machine is starting to flash...bet we will have a power outage soon.  Thank you Jesus for Smartphone alarm clocks to set for the morning so we don't sleep in!  Happy evening everyone.

 

Monday, July 18, 2016

Fight or Flight?

Something I have learned...I hope anyway...after years of upset, is a better ability to assess situations requiring a response from me of either standing up to someone else, debating, researching, making every attempt to explain my point of view, or else of realizing/discerning the other person is not prepared to hear me out no matter how well rehearsed and knowledgable I may be about whatever the issue is.

It has taken a lifetime for me to truly understand that no matter how well I can make a case for or against something, if my listener is not actually hearing me, I have wasted my own time and theirs as well.

Figuring out who to trust to HEAR when there are differences of opinions between myself and others is not always easy. Sometimes I still make mistakes. However, I am "getting" how important it is not to waste time and energy on explanations, no matter how coherent, on those who are not at all prepared to hear me out. 

It has slowly been getting easier to discern whose minds are all ready made up and closed off about many matters and there is an amazing freedom that comes from knowing who those people are and refusing to engage in any further conversation about an issue where there will be no meeting of the minds, no welcoming of a mutual hearing spirit, only the strong possibility of a broken relationship that didn't need to be broken if we both just admitted to not being able to change our minds about whatever the issue is.  If we can stop the conversation at an admission of hurt that the other person is not on the same wave length  only then, perhaps, in time, can we begin the discussion about the issue again...and then only if both people are willing to try harder to understand each other's points of view and each other's hurts at being misunderstood.  If someone is particularly passionate about an issue and feels they have a good backing of knowledge to support that point of view, it is often nearly impossible to understand how someone on the other side of the debate could be just as wounded over not being heard and understood.  The feelings get in the way of a rational discussion and until they are dealt with there is no point in further talk about the upsetting issue.

I think the principles of the Truth and Reconciliation Commission are good ones that should be used in all manner of divisive issues between people.

Even if the end result is  a "divorce" between two friends or between groups, it is only right that everyone involved know exactly why it is happening.  It is not right in any separation situation to simply walk away without the other party knowing where the hurts originated.

Saturday, July 16, 2016

Yummy Brunch at The Fireside Bistro

Since moving here last year we have eaten a few meals at the Fireside Bistro and have found the food rather average and occasionally rather over priced as well, BUT today we had the most fabulous brunch there!

The place was hopping as the sun was out and the patio deck tables open for business.  We opted to eat inside because, as my husband so accurately noted, "If there is an insect within 50 square miles of here it will want to eat YOUR meal!"
How right he is, ergo a table inside but close to the patio where we could still see the lovely old trees across the street.

I ordered the omelet special, not expecting a GIANT plate of food to arrive as the price was so reasonable.  The 2 egg omelet was filled to overflowing with sauteed mushrooms, bacon, onion, boar sausage and cheddar cheese.  It took up half the plate.  The other half of the plate was heaped with perfectly grilled hash brown potatoes and a slice of 9 grain toast that would have benefited with the merest hint of butter, but I am not complaining. The meal was most delicious and I brought home half of it as my husband wants it for dinner tonight!

My husband's brunch was equally huge, filling and delicious.  He ordered the breakfast bagel , hollandaise sauce on the side.  The bagel arrived as listed in the menu, topped with 4 huge thick cut slices of bacon, cheese and green onions that were NOT cooked beyond reason for once, (why do restaurants insist on trying to fry green onions and subsequently burn them to near inedible consistency and taste??), and a 2 egg omelet,  PLUS a side dish of hash browns. PLUS a large boar sausage.  He asked for his hollandaise sauce on the side and was given a huge bowl of it.  He doesn't eat it other than a bit of a first taste, but I happily dipped some of my hashbrowns into the bowl and discovered a new "taste sensation" for myself, haha. Half of my husband's meal came home as well to add to his dinner this evening.  Yes, it is salty, greasy and filled with calories and carbs, but after the week he just experienced in Ontario, where he lost more weight because of not eating for most of the week, he deserves a day of yummy and unhealthy treats!!  

With nearly $15 in drinks, plus taxes added into the bill, the overall cost was still only $36 for the two of us.  

Way to go Fireside Bistro.  Your brunches, if our meal and the meals we noticed being delivered to surrounding tables is your average weekend mid-day fare, we will definitely be back on of these fine weekends!

I never did get to the ironing today.  Other things here at home took up my time, on top of a bit of a nap mid-afternoon to fight off one of my extremely rare headaches...let down I think from the subconscious stress of the past week. 

Now it is time for dinner.......we know what my husband is going to have.  haha  I am still feeling so full from lunch that I am having a more simple supper:
one slice of Weight Watchers whole wheat bread with a tablespoon of peanut butter, 3 prunes, 90 grams of raspberry yogurt mixed with 90 grams of NSA chocolate pudding, a small bowl of fresh raspberries and probably a large, make that HUGE, glass of bottled still water.

URP!!

Our Son the Pet Owner

Our son telephoned today.  He is the proud and caring owner of a teensy weensy Siamese fighting fish that is keeping him hopping....literally!

After nursing little "1-2-3" (his nickname is "1-2"...well, the boy IS an artist so....)  through first an illness and then a bad bout of constipation from too unvaried a diet, our son did some more research recently about getting a better aeration filter for the aquarium.  

Apparently the new filter has been the final act required to restore full energy to wee 1-2-3!  In fact he is so energetic that he has taken to physically launching himself out of the aquarium and onto the floor!  Fortunately it has only happened when our son has been at home.  He completely freaked out, has a dinner plate over top of the tank and on Monday will be purchasing a proper aquarium cover from the pet store to replace the dinner plate.  He freaked out because 1-2-3's fins sustained some minor damage after hitting the floor far below the tank, but the damage is not stopping him from racing about the aquarium full steam ahead.  The vet has apparently encouraged our son that Siamese fighting fish do this flipping themselves out of the aquarium routine quite regularly and it is just a sign that his health has returned to normal.  The bedraggled fins are starting to  heal and regain their more feathery appearance, so that is a good thing.

I am trying to add up in my head how much money my presently financially depleted son has spent on pet store equipment and care books, medications and veterinary fees, fish food and the like and the amount is scaring me just a little.  Instead of purchasing badly needed paints and art supplies for an upcoming show at VAG, he has spent his cash on 1-2-3's medical issues and newly needed aquarium equipment.

Our son needs a wife.......with a job.....

A Few Small Perks

I am enjoying the fruits of my husband's labours at General Synod.  The gift pack was particularly nice this year in terms of the sheer amount of each of the useable items it contained.

We each have sufficient sticky note pads and telephone note pads and pens to last us for the next year, the lovely water bottle that can be attached to bicycles and belts will get a real workout, the key chains with the stuffed bears are not particularly practical, but are a good reminder of our year in Japan when everyone was wearing them pinned to their suit lapels for some reason we could never fathom and the lapel pins are good advertising for the Anglican womens' groups and other groups that every diocese supports.  So, if there wasn't a ton of variety, there was a great haul of each of the specific items.  haha  

SOMETHING good had to come out of that disastrous synod! hahaha

PS: a big thank you to those of you who sent me emails after reading the posting about the family heritage lie.  
THANK you for not bashing my dad!!  I really appreciate it.  Forgiveness can be difficult enough in such cases without being encouraged to retain anger. Thank you for understanding that forgiveness is the only way to go, especially for Christians.  I was encouraged and edified by your understanding of that.  Bless you all!
I will enable the comments section again now that you have contacted me via emails and I don't have to worry about bad things being said at the end of that post. 

Eeeeuuuuwwww.....gooooooo......

In the past couple of weeks our kitchen has been inundated with fruit flies!  Aiiii yiiiii....the little bugs have been plastering my white painted cupboard doors and white paper towels, zooming in and out of the cupboards, freezing themselves solid in the refrigerator, landing in our meals and in our hair and generally making a huge nuisance of themselves.  Yick!!

We have  been searching for their food source to no avail, attempting also to track down an odd smell in the kitchen that seemed to originally herald the infestation.

FINALLY I located it yesterday morning when I took my husband's lunch kit down from the top of the tea cabinet in preparation for his first day back at the office.  As I brought it down to countertop level the odor hit me afresh.  When I finished unzipping the top of the bag that had been partly unzipped since he last used it about 6 weeks ago and lifted the lid, literally hundreds of fruit flies came out of the bag in a huge black cloud!

Inside the kit was the remains of what was once a banana...at least I am pretty sure it used to be a banana....but was now a congealed mass of black and yellow ooze.  Gag, gag, gag!!!  Eeeyukkkkoooo!!!!

No wonder we have been battling fruit flies for so long!

As soon as I got that mess cleaned up and the lunch kit sterilized I got to work on the swarming masses of flies in the kitchen.  I got the vacuum hose going and covered the entire kitchen and dining room area, inside the cupboards, under the cupboards, the windows and blinds...
I took the fresh fruit I purchased the day before out of the display bowl and put it all into sealed bags.

This morning there was a small pile of dead fruit flies beside the kitchen sink and about a half dozen live bugs left that my husband and I were able to destroy.  I expect a few more will appear in the course of the day, but for the most part we have eliminated the problem.

I cannot believe that kit got put away with a banana still inside.  

Well, THAT won't happen ever again!!!!!

Thursday, July 14, 2016

The Big Lie....Sigh.....I SHOULD Have Known, I SHOULD Have Known.....

I would not write about this in a public blog except that I have blogged about it more than once in times past and now, with egg ALL over my face, I have to clear up an issue that has just smacked me upside the head this week.

A big lie that was told to me by my father and that shaped so much of my thinking about my own identity has now been exposed.  I am such a fool to have believed it, BUT then I have to remember I was only 10 years old when it was first told to me and then when he confirmed the tale again I was only about 16 or 17 years old. A lot of time has passed since then.

I am not angry at dad, just so you know, but I am embarrassed that once again I was sucked into the vortex of his perpetual lying and in my adult years didn't have the sense to realize it. I am only "outing" him because of all the things I have said about this in previous blog posts.

So, here is the truth: there is not one drop of First Nations blood in our family. The great-grandmother who was supposed to be half Cherokee was a white woman from southern Ontario.  I fell for the lie that records about our heritage had been destroyed due to embarrassment by previous generations over that First Nations connection because I actually had relatives in high places who would have had the opportunity and the motivation to do just that.  Of all the details of the lie dad so painstakingly created, that is actually the most believable part of it.  (Actually scratch that word, "painstaking". The lies flow out of him with so little aforethought he should have spent his life as an author of fiction instead of an educator.)

I found out about this lie only a few weeks ago when I said something to Dad about our heritage and his response was, "What are you talking about?" I told him what I was talking about and there was a long silence. Then dad burst into laughter and said, "WHAT??? You believed that stuff I told you when you were a kid????? hahahahahahahaha....." Welcome to my childhood....

This time I was the one instigating the long silence.  Finally I just let out a sigh and said, "Yeah Dad, I did."  He laughed some more at my gullibility and I said good-bye and hung up.

The reason I am not angry is because it isn't worth it.  The embarrassment comes from having told the story to so many other people who have asked about my heritage.  The way First Nations people have been drawn to me since I moved to this province, my body build etc. seemed to confirm it.  But, it is not the truth.

You may ask, how do I know that my dad denying it is not the real lie?  I know because my cousin just received back her DNA ancestral testing results. We are second cousins on the side of the family that is supposed to include the native great-grandmother.  Her dad and my grandmother were brother and sister. Her DNA results came back as 47% Irish!!  The other 53% was the expected smattering of Scottish and English ancestry.  Not a drop of Aboriginal DNA anywhere to be found.

So, that is that.  

Well, it was fun while it lasted........

Dad has been and always will be who he is.  No one can change that.  At least now you know why I spent so many sessions in counselling trying to figure myself out as an adult!  I am just glad I found out the truth before he dies or the lie would be perpetuated and it would be my son being humiliated in future years.  I am glad Dad was honest at last and admitted to having conned me.  Now I can move on in the truth. I forgive dad. Lying is a bad habit he got into somewhere in his life and we all have things we say and do in life that are wrong and that we spend our lives struggling to correct.  He is not alone in that.

Fun For My Parents

I had a good talk with my parents yesterday. They are having the time of their lives in their seniors' facility this Stampede week.

The social convener has knocked herself out to provide Stampede style entertainment for the people there: Stampede lunch featuring all deep fried foods such as pickles, onion rings, fries, burgers, even fried iced cream etc., just like on the fair grounds; a good old fashioned Stampede pancake breakfast; fiddle music and country line dancing; even midway style games with prizes!  Unusually for her, Mom didn't win anything, but equally unusually Dad won...THREE times! hahaha  Apparently I am inheriting a ladies' necklace that is of course of no use to him and doesn't go with anything Mom is wearing these days, hahaha. Dad managed to rally for about an hour at each event and so I am pleased he too could get downstairs and enjoy the fun.

My mom went with some of the other folk for the monthly outing to a mall in the north end of the city earlier in the week as well.  She had the time of her life.  She is painfully shy but is determined to make some friends among the other ladies, particularly now that Dad is finally giving her the freedom to do so and may not be with her more than a few more months.  She had lunch in the food court with one group of ladies, coffee in a little cafe with another group and she got brave enough when trying on clothes to ask 3 of the ladies she barely knows at all if the blouse she wanted to purchase looked good on her!  You would have to know my mom to understand what a huge leap that was for her to actually talk to people she doesn't know and to take a risk on asking the opinion of strangers about a wardrobe item. I am intensely proud of her and I am so happy that my dad is beginning to realize she is going to need friends when he is gone.  That is just as big a leap for him to take as it is for her to talk to strangers.  I am proud of them both.

This move has been the best thing ever for the two of them!  Yes, it is costing me my inheritance to keep them there and no, I don't care.

Two Very Appropriate Prayers for This Week for My Husband and Me!

"Lord, when I am weary, help me to press on. When I am discouraged, give me hope. Fill me with the power of Your Spirit to persevere in the path You've put me on.  I cannot live this life on my own.  May Your mighty presence be in me."

"Lord, it can be so hard to forgive--especially when I feel that other people don't deserve it.  But I don't deserve Your forgiveness either, and You freely forgive me when I ask.  Because of Your great mercy toward me, help me to forgive the people who've hurt me."

AMEN!! 

Run, Run, Run!!!

Yesterday I picked my husband and his colleagues up at the airport when they returned from the General Synod in Toronto, weary and battle scarred and happy to be home after their wild time in the east.

After a brief stop in at the office my husband came home and had a  much needed and well deserved nap! 

We ate lunch out at Mercury Diner over in Cathedral and it was absolutely awful...have had better meals there so maybe they were training a new cook or just having a bad day, but it will be awhile before we can make ourselves go back.  My husband's hamburger had a patty just small enough and thin enough to make him think someone from the McDonalds chain had snuck one of theirs into the bun!  His Greek salad was okay but nothing spectacular.    My soup was a salt fest...well, no fault of theirs as most soups are and I should have known better than to order it....but it COULD have been good had it had more veggies and at least one miserable piece of chicken in the broth where it was supposed to be found!  My caesar salad was a heap of iceberg lettuce...in a caesar salad???...with some cheap caesar salad dressing.  At least the croutons were fresh.  

For the rest of the day we lounged around and watched tv, read books and talked and talked and talked about what the future may hold for us in ministry over the last 6 years of my husband's working life.  It is wonderful, as well as amazing, that the two of us are on the same page!

Today my husband worked from home, setting up meetings with our church leaders to discuss what happened at Synod, responding to work emails and beginning a writing project that has been burning within his mind for several months.  Now that Synod is over he has the time and the rest of the information he needs to really get writing!

Saturday he will be meeting with the Dean of the Cathedral to learn what is required when my husband takes over as Commissary in the absence of the bishop during his holidays and other diocesan travels in the future:  more new information to absorb on top of all the other new information he has been absorbing for the past 15 months.  No wonder it takes a minimum of 2 years to learn all there is to learn about this position! Good thing he enjoys a steep learning curve!

This morning we had a good walk to Cornwall Centre for my haircut and some fab lentil soup, pita and hummus and shawarma salad from Zam Zam's, then another good walk home again.  It felt so good to be out walking again, in between rain showers. So very grateful for the dry skies during our walking times.

Vegged a bit this afternoon after talking and talking some more, then after an early supper my husband went back to his work and I went grocery shopping.  He needs the car for meetings tomorrow and I need to be here to let the maintenance crew members in to take care of the "critters" up in our attic.  They finally got rid of the gopher earlier this week and I am so grateful for that. They are too since new sod has just been put down and he had all ready made inroads into that, digging holes all around the front lawn. It saddens me to have to kill creatures like that, but unfortuately that is sometimes the necessary way of the world of survival between us.

Tomorrow is laundry day for me.  O wow....I haven't done my own laundry since before we went to Calgary over 2 weeks ago now.  One load of my husband's was done before the Toronto excursion and that is it!  There are so many articles of clothing in both our baskets that my husband will have to carry them down to the basement again the way he had to when I first broke my hip. There is no way I can carry baskets that full and heavy!  haha  Not sure why I have waited so long to wash clothes!! My exercise tomorrow will be achieved by the number of times I will be racing up and down 2 flights of stairs!

The utility bills for June arrived today.  Proof that we have not been at home much over the past month was provided by way of the low charge for natural gas and electricity!  Our bills are incredibly low all spring, summer and fall. Winter costs will be a shock again come January, I am sure!

So, it is after 8pm.  Time to get those laundry baskets to the basement so I can get everything sorted and ready for the morning's washing.

The sun is shining and I hope that is the end of the rain for awhile now. At least it has kept the city lovely and green right about the time it is usually past its spring prime and beginning to turn brown around the edges once again. Even the flowers are still blooming in profusion.  It is as lovely as Regina gets and I am enjoying the view!

Tuesday, July 12, 2016

My Very Own Amazing Race, haha!

Just before 10 pm I decided to turn off the tv and go to bed. When I tried to turn off the tv nothing worked. I couldn't change the channels, change the volume, access the recorded programmes and I sure as heck couldn't shut the blasted thing off!

The batteries in the remote were dead as ducks....both of them. Sigh.... Faced with the prospect of the now blaring tv being on all night until I could purchase new ones at the store tomorrow vs pulling my clothes out of the hamper and racing off to the late night grocery, the wrinkled clothes were back on my body in record time and I flew out Into the dark parking lot, accidentally wearing my good suede shoes through the teeming rain and freshly mown grass clippings, to my car. Thankfully it started after sitting idle for a couple of days and I got to the store just before it closed its doors. Whew!

I don't want to know what the remaining late night staff thought of this crazed, wrinkled, frantic, frizzy haired old woman as I ran into the store to get those batteries. I looked like a street person!

Thankfully I purchased the right batteries and the tv is now sitting quietly in its corner, all shut off until tomorrow evening. My wrinkled clothes are back in the hamper. My hair is wrapped in a bandana until I can restore it to some semblance of order in the morning.

Now, if I could just get over the restoration of energy brought on by my foray into the stormy night and get to sleep!!