Here we are doing our thing at the food court. And yes Steve, some of us went to HMV after we ate lunch. Even the grandparents enjoy their goofy relatives - maybe especially their goofy relatives :)
Monday, June 27, 2005
Food Court Mania
OK so I exaggerate - or you decide for yourselves! Somewhere along the line, I believe Steve started it for our family, we pretty much quit going to "real" restaurants on Sundays and started heading to the food court at the mall quite regularly - and we aren't the only ones either. We meet lots of people there that we know. It's perfect really. Everyone gets what they want - we just play pass the debit card to whoever is next to order at whatever food outlet they chose. One time L. said, I like going to the food court, everyone pays for themselves - OH - did he not know about the passing of the debit card? HA - we all chuckled - thanks for treating Dad :)
Today Steve is, of course, in Italy so we took a picture for him in his absence. I am behind the camera. Also, we caught the Friesen family (Kristal and Julene's parents and brother - follow links from Aimee's blog) at the food court. The Friesen kids and ours grew up together our famlies having completely matching ages and genders of children. Special times and fond memories. I took two pictures of them. In one the men are very smiley and friendly, especially their eyes. Anneliese is also very smiley except her eyes are closed. I rather like the one I posted because Anneliese is smiling beautifully, eyes open, AND the men look somewhat caught off guard and perhaps annoyed at the crazed paparazzi in the mall. That's what happens when you are famous - you are hounded by the paparzzi wherever you go. I think Ben looks especially fierce and Herb - do I hear a growl? (So out of character!) I also think this picutre of their family goes better with the somewhat crazy one of ours.
Anyway – Hello to California, Indonesia, and Italy.
Tonight we had a concert at the store. The Mennonite Jazz Committee. Beautiful music. We had planned to have it outside and then at the last the weather report switched to likely rain and we had to move it into our limited indoor space. Oh dear. So many people came out and it was very crowded, not nearly everyone got a seat or could even see very well. Some folks were discouraged. It was a free show, but still it was not the way we planned. When I got to the store and saw the problem I didn’t feel like a very good host – but what could be done? My getting all tense wasn’t helping any. At intermission we did round up a few more chairs and by the end the crowd thinned and there was lots of room. The band was delighted with their great turn out and this was their CD release party so that’s the important part. The music is great, if you like jazz check out the CD at houseofjames.com.
Peace to all -
Today Steve is, of course, in Italy so we took a picture for him in his absence. I am behind the camera. Also, we caught the Friesen family (Kristal and Julene's parents and brother - follow links from Aimee's blog) at the food court. The Friesen kids and ours grew up together our famlies having completely matching ages and genders of children. Special times and fond memories. I took two pictures of them. In one the men are very smiley and friendly, especially their eyes. Anneliese is also very smiley except her eyes are closed. I rather like the one I posted because Anneliese is smiling beautifully, eyes open, AND the men look somewhat caught off guard and perhaps annoyed at the crazed paparazzi in the mall. That's what happens when you are famous - you are hounded by the paparzzi wherever you go. I think Ben looks especially fierce and Herb - do I hear a growl? (So out of character!) I also think this picutre of their family goes better with the somewhat crazy one of ours.
Anyway – Hello to California, Indonesia, and Italy.
Tonight we had a concert at the store. The Mennonite Jazz Committee. Beautiful music. We had planned to have it outside and then at the last the weather report switched to likely rain and we had to move it into our limited indoor space. Oh dear. So many people came out and it was very crowded, not nearly everyone got a seat or could even see very well. Some folks were discouraged. It was a free show, but still it was not the way we planned. When I got to the store and saw the problem I didn’t feel like a very good host – but what could be done? My getting all tense wasn’t helping any. At intermission we did round up a few more chairs and by the end the crowd thinned and there was lots of room. The band was delighted with their great turn out and this was their CD release party so that’s the important part. The music is great, if you like jazz check out the CD at houseofjames.com.
Peace to all -
Saturday, June 25, 2005
Friday, June 24, 2005
Continually
Psalm 105: 1-8
The LORD'S Wonderful Works in Behalf of Israel.
1Oh give thanks to the LORD, call upon His name;
Make known His deeds among the peoples.
2Sing to Him, sing praises to Him;
Speak of all His wonders.
3Glory in His holy name;
Let the heart of those who seek the LORD be glad.
4Seek the LORD and His strength;
Seek His face continually.
5Remember His wonders which He has done,
His marvels and the judgments uttered by His mouth,
6O seed of Abraham, His servant,
O sons of Jacob, His chosen ones!
7He is the LORD our God;
His judgments are in all the earth.
8He has remembered His covenant forever,
The word which He commanded to a thousand generations
I am struck by the word continually. It will be my word of the day. Continually seek the Lord's face, his strength, his perspective. Continually remember his character, his goodness, his love. Continually assume his presence. These are things I am considering today.
The LORD'S Wonderful Works in Behalf of Israel.
1Oh give thanks to the LORD, call upon His name;
Make known His deeds among the peoples.
2Sing to Him, sing praises to Him;
Speak of all His wonders.
3Glory in His holy name;
Let the heart of those who seek the LORD be glad.
4Seek the LORD and His strength;
Seek His face continually.
5Remember His wonders which He has done,
His marvels and the judgments uttered by His mouth,
6O seed of Abraham, His servant,
O sons of Jacob, His chosen ones!
7He is the LORD our God;
His judgments are in all the earth.
8He has remembered His covenant forever,
The word which He commanded to a thousand generations
I am struck by the word continually. It will be my word of the day. Continually seek the Lord's face, his strength, his perspective. Continually remember his character, his goodness, his love. Continually assume his presence. These are things I am considering today.
Thursday, June 23, 2005
Little Stories
On cheap movie Tuesday L. and I went to see Cinderella Man. In the afternoon it had gotten dark and stormy and very windy. Weather with personality I call it. I get very excited when we have weather of consequence - heavy rain, wind, hail, snow (oh boy snow really gets me excited), ice storms (sad). Well, as is my habit when it gets windy, I threw open all the windows and let the fresh air rush through. Heavy rain fell, L. came home from work, cleaned out a gutter quickly, freeing up a waterfall through the downspout, and we left for the movies. During the fight scene between Jimmy and the big heavy weight fighter, timed perfectly with a punch - POW - the power went out. WHAT - right at a climax the screen went dark and emergency lights came on. It was very still when we came out and sunny - I think a leaning tree finally won over the power lines and we were without for 6 hours. The story of Cinderella Man is stuck on pause for us until we can use our program interrupted passes another day. So - don't tell me any secrets.
Remember the dogwood tree that was cut down but not all hauled away? Well, finally, L. got the big job done of hauling it all to the street and neatly stacking it along the edge of our lawn. I made a "free firewood" sign hoping someone would like to take it. Today a friendly man knocked on my door asking if he might have the firewood - certainly. It turns out we live on the land he grew up on as a boy. This used to be a 20 acre farm. His family even owned the beautiful ravine. The land was sold by his dad in 1956 and it was subdivided in 1960. I loved that he (and his wife?) were the people who got the tree, the tree that grew in the dirt that he once played in - well actually more like the turkeys hung out in since he said where our house stands is pretty much exactly where the turkey barn used to be. The man's name is Farrant and the road two over from us is called Farrant Cres. The trees we have on our property today were planted by the man who had this house built and raised his family in. Somehow these stories add meaning to my living here.
Today I had Sarah for awhile and I took her with to run many little errands. She was so patient – I think also somewhat bored – but we would stop and have a little chat now and again, and practice drinking from her sippy cup (her not me :> ) which she thinks is some fun – giggle giggle. She is a hit wherever she goes with her big eyes and happy nature.
Remember the dogwood tree that was cut down but not all hauled away? Well, finally, L. got the big job done of hauling it all to the street and neatly stacking it along the edge of our lawn. I made a "free firewood" sign hoping someone would like to take it. Today a friendly man knocked on my door asking if he might have the firewood - certainly. It turns out we live on the land he grew up on as a boy. This used to be a 20 acre farm. His family even owned the beautiful ravine. The land was sold by his dad in 1956 and it was subdivided in 1960. I loved that he (and his wife?) were the people who got the tree, the tree that grew in the dirt that he once played in - well actually more like the turkeys hung out in since he said where our house stands is pretty much exactly where the turkey barn used to be. The man's name is Farrant and the road two over from us is called Farrant Cres. The trees we have on our property today were planted by the man who had this house built and raised his family in. Somehow these stories add meaning to my living here.
Today I had Sarah for awhile and I took her with to run many little errands. She was so patient – I think also somewhat bored – but we would stop and have a little chat now and again, and practice drinking from her sippy cup (her not me :> ) which she thinks is some fun – giggle giggle. She is a hit wherever she goes with her big eyes and happy nature.
Tuesday, June 21, 2005
Something More Peaceful
Bits and pieces of yesterday’s Homily at Mass. I’m sorry I can’t site the source as another individual was being quoted and I didn’t catch the name.
"For most of our waking hours, we are surrounded by the insistent chatter of people trying to get our attention to sell us, persuade us, warn us, and blame us. And most of it we don't want and don't need to hear. So we develop the habit of tuning out...It works well...but it has a downside...we tune out indiscriminately, we become inattentive to life, and we miss a lot of what we need to hear...
There's a better way...and that is to create a quiet inner place where we can hear the things that really matter, the things the Spirit knows and tells our heats when we listen."
Amidst the noise I want God’s perspective, his opinion, and his take on what I experience, observe and feel.
"For most of our waking hours, we are surrounded by the insistent chatter of people trying to get our attention to sell us, persuade us, warn us, and blame us. And most of it we don't want and don't need to hear. So we develop the habit of tuning out...It works well...but it has a downside...we tune out indiscriminately, we become inattentive to life, and we miss a lot of what we need to hear...
There's a better way...and that is to create a quiet inner place where we can hear the things that really matter, the things the Spirit knows and tells our heats when we listen."
Amidst the noise I want God’s perspective, his opinion, and his take on what I experience, observe and feel.
Monday, June 20, 2005
Bad News Good News - Violent Content
This was a day of contrasts. Today L. had the day off AND it was sunny. The day started out rough as we had no real plan and were kind of at odds with each other as to what to do with this great day - work? play? hang around home? I never like it when there is no plan on a day off - not that we have to be purpose driven - I just like to know what we're doing, and I am a morning person so I want to get doing it right away. It turned out we did some work stuff in the morning (not very cheerfully) and then in mid afternoon went out to Cultus Lake. We found a sunny place on the grass right by the water, and got to reading and relaxing, with a little swimming (L.) and wading (me) mixed in. I brought my Discman and a splitter and I put in a favorite CD and with two sets of earphones we enjoyed the same "secret" music - kind of romantic :).
It was peaceful at the lake for awhile - even though there were tons of high school kids who were also at the beach - UNTIL two fellows got very angry with each other. A lot of F U's were hollered about and then a real fight broke out. It was very unnerving. Tons of kids ran to watch the fight - some of them thought it was cool and were excited by the violence. I called 911 on my new cell phone - others had done the same. Four police cars and an ambulance were dispatched. All the police had their bullet proof vests on. They began interviewing people. It seemed one of the injured fellows had been taken to hospital already.
In the ladies room I heard some girls planning their lies and that one of the girls had been with the fellow who started the fight. The girls said - the guys get so stupid when they've been drinking - they think it's cool to fight about nothing. One of the guys got "bottled". There is a word to describe being hit in the head with a bottle? What a world we live in. A similar fight had broken out another time this summer and the police had pepper sprayed the crowd then. It seemed one of the fellows in today's fight was also involved that day. Why was this girl hanging out with him again?
When things settled down somewhat we were able to return to our now blood splattered car, and move on to another park and seemingly another world.We watched families picnicking, kids playing and people sitting on their decks along the lake as we took a leisurely walk along the lake (still somewhat disturbed in spirit). We ended up having buffalo burgers and ice cream cones at a very retro roadside place playing 50's music from speakers mounted atop poles. We discussed how much we like hanging out together.
As we were leaving to go home, I discovered more blood on the car - bloodied full handprints on a side window. Would the police be interested? Is this important? Who knew? So we stopped at the station on the way home. No it was not important. The injury only required a couple stitches, head wounds bleed like crazy. If it had been serious, then our car would have been of importance to them. So, we left feeling like good citizens and somewhat relieved to hear no one got terribly hurt in the mess.
So the day went see-sawing between bad and good. I realize that fight was alcohol fueled but still I wonder what is it that makes some people so violently angry, angry and not hiding it – instead making it a public event, angry and not caring that the police sirens are screaming down the road? And what causes bystanders to find someone else’s injury “cool”? The start of it all was a disagreement about a pair of shoes.
It was peaceful at the lake for awhile - even though there were tons of high school kids who were also at the beach - UNTIL two fellows got very angry with each other. A lot of F U's were hollered about and then a real fight broke out. It was very unnerving. Tons of kids ran to watch the fight - some of them thought it was cool and were excited by the violence. I called 911 on my new cell phone - others had done the same. Four police cars and an ambulance were dispatched. All the police had their bullet proof vests on. They began interviewing people. It seemed one of the injured fellows had been taken to hospital already.
In the ladies room I heard some girls planning their lies and that one of the girls had been with the fellow who started the fight. The girls said - the guys get so stupid when they've been drinking - they think it's cool to fight about nothing. One of the guys got "bottled". There is a word to describe being hit in the head with a bottle? What a world we live in. A similar fight had broken out another time this summer and the police had pepper sprayed the crowd then. It seemed one of the fellows in today's fight was also involved that day. Why was this girl hanging out with him again?
When things settled down somewhat we were able to return to our now blood splattered car, and move on to another park and seemingly another world.We watched families picnicking, kids playing and people sitting on their decks along the lake as we took a leisurely walk along the lake (still somewhat disturbed in spirit). We ended up having buffalo burgers and ice cream cones at a very retro roadside place playing 50's music from speakers mounted atop poles. We discussed how much we like hanging out together.
As we were leaving to go home, I discovered more blood on the car - bloodied full handprints on a side window. Would the police be interested? Is this important? Who knew? So we stopped at the station on the way home. No it was not important. The injury only required a couple stitches, head wounds bleed like crazy. If it had been serious, then our car would have been of importance to them. So, we left feeling like good citizens and somewhat relieved to hear no one got terribly hurt in the mess.
So the day went see-sawing between bad and good. I realize that fight was alcohol fueled but still I wonder what is it that makes some people so violently angry, angry and not hiding it – instead making it a public event, angry and not caring that the police sirens are screaming down the road? And what causes bystanders to find someone else’s injury “cool”? The start of it all was a disagreement about a pair of shoes.
Saturday, June 18, 2005
The Lady in the Dumpster
Tina was in the dumpster at the bookstore tonight. Tina is an amazing actor. She has the saddest face that becomes sadder as she presents her case to her listener. She is perpetually six months pregnant. I know she is needy, I care that she is not doing well. Tonight she was in the dumpster. I have never seen a person in "our" dumpster before. I found it very disturbing.
We have always had requests for help - like we are a church or a social service outlet, but in recent years we have panhandlers who like to use our property for soliciting change from our kind hearted customers, also, some shoplift and take tip money to support drug habits. We have had homeless people live under our trees for a few days, and relax along a quiet edge of the building on a quiet Sunday (quiet except for their arguing).
The needs are beyond us to meet- it is neither our mandate nor our field of expertise - that does not mean we are callous. It is also impossible to access the needs because of the incessant lying required to stir up compassion in the masses. Tina lies. Tina is not pregnant. You can't be 6 months pregnant, for like a year, and never change shape. Tina's life, though, is very, very sad and her personal worth is very, very great.
Panhandlers are not technically allowed on the property - still they come. The police tell the community not to give money to the panhandlers. The local Addiction Services says do not EVER give money to someone struggling with a drug addiction - not even coffee money or a meal. Every bit of financial pressure relieved frees up money for drugs or alcohol facilitating the addiction. Harm reduction may say keep the person alive until, hopefully, one day they may be open to fighting their demons. I wonder about the spiritual impact of being turned down and turned away by God's people. This is complex. I wonder, what is God's view?
We have always had requests for help - like we are a church or a social service outlet, but in recent years we have panhandlers who like to use our property for soliciting change from our kind hearted customers, also, some shoplift and take tip money to support drug habits. We have had homeless people live under our trees for a few days, and relax along a quiet edge of the building on a quiet Sunday (quiet except for their arguing).
The needs are beyond us to meet- it is neither our mandate nor our field of expertise - that does not mean we are callous. It is also impossible to access the needs because of the incessant lying required to stir up compassion in the masses. Tina lies. Tina is not pregnant. You can't be 6 months pregnant, for like a year, and never change shape. Tina's life, though, is very, very sad and her personal worth is very, very great.
Panhandlers are not technically allowed on the property - still they come. The police tell the community not to give money to the panhandlers. The local Addiction Services says do not EVER give money to someone struggling with a drug addiction - not even coffee money or a meal. Every bit of financial pressure relieved frees up money for drugs or alcohol facilitating the addiction. Harm reduction may say keep the person alive until, hopefully, one day they may be open to fighting their demons. I wonder about the spiritual impact of being turned down and turned away by God's people. This is complex. I wonder, what is God's view?
Sometimes I am a Plumber
Sometimes I am not. Yesterday I bought plumbing parts to repair the toilet in the suite that had sprung a geyser under the lid. By afternoon I called a plumber. It had aging washers and other problems that I chose not to wrestle with. Now I must make an extra trip to return my plumbing purchases - ah - you win some you lose some. At least all works now.
Speaking of things working - Hello does not work for me today. It says the UI fails to initialize. I reloaded the program, ran "Clean Hello" all to no avail. Maybe it is just down, but it makes me suspicious of my computer which also tells me I have no printer card – right - like I just took it out for fun.
I got new runners yesterday. They are grey with “liquid silver and lime” trim. Ooooh – Fancy! Cara and I went to the Running Room together. I seemed to have more success than she. I will wear them inside and at the gym for a bit to see if they are as good a fit as they initially seem.
Steve called from London twice. It seems there are more things to arrange from home and it seems he really likes being connected to people. He always has. When he was a little boy he would always choose people over toys - always.
I am missing summer. I keep telling myself there is still July and August coming - even September, but something doesn't feel right. We've hardly used the deck yet, or the patio. Oh, speaking of patio I see a very large visiting cat on the patio - perhaps it is hungry :) good luck kitty kitty find a furry rodent.
The plumber is gone and I am no longer shackeled to the house like one is when waiting for a repair person. So, I'm off, better try out those new shoes.
Peace everyone,
Kathy
Speaking of things working - Hello does not work for me today. It says the UI fails to initialize. I reloaded the program, ran "Clean Hello" all to no avail. Maybe it is just down, but it makes me suspicious of my computer which also tells me I have no printer card – right - like I just took it out for fun.
I got new runners yesterday. They are grey with “liquid silver and lime” trim. Ooooh – Fancy! Cara and I went to the Running Room together. I seemed to have more success than she. I will wear them inside and at the gym for a bit to see if they are as good a fit as they initially seem.
Steve called from London twice. It seems there are more things to arrange from home and it seems he really likes being connected to people. He always has. When he was a little boy he would always choose people over toys - always.
I am missing summer. I keep telling myself there is still July and August coming - even September, but something doesn't feel right. We've hardly used the deck yet, or the patio. Oh, speaking of patio I see a very large visiting cat on the patio - perhaps it is hungry :) good luck kitty kitty find a furry rodent.
The plumber is gone and I am no longer shackeled to the house like one is when waiting for a repair person. So, I'm off, better try out those new shoes.
Peace everyone,
Kathy
Thursday, June 16, 2005
A Lot of Prayer
The women’s worship thing last night had quite an impact on me, unexpectedly – about eight kleenex’s worth. Cara, Sarah and I went together entering and sitting at the front. Almost immediately my spirit was tenderized and deeply touched. This caught me completely off guard because, as I have mentioned, I have been fairly emotionally flat lately. Emotionally flat and spiritually parched perhaps. The evening was very interactive, including confession time, a time for writing down and bringing burdens to the cross – literally, praise – lots of that, a chance for everyone to be prayed for if they wanted, and scripture readings that were read from various people out among the people, and flags for children of all ages to wave as a colorful act of worship in motion. I loved sitting together with Cara and Sarah – us three generations worshipping together – dancing gently with Sarah in my arms and her just growing up surrounded by God’s love – just knowing him from the beginning.
I asked for prayer for my flat emotions and for my heart valves, amongst other things. Then today I went to my last Healing Emotions meeting where we had no more tapes to listen to but had set aside the morning to pray for each other. I haven’t been around so much group prayer in years. I think it was really good for me, although, this morning I found myself wishing for more quiet in the prayers – so much talking – I wanted to be able to hear God if he had anything to say to me in the unique way he gives ideas, pictures, or impressions. But, everyone has their style – God bless ‘em. So again I was prayed over. Today, Marrianne was praying for me and she said that what I call flat emotions God calls rest. Really? Emotions take a lot of energy and she believes that this time of rest is for my heart – for my benefit. Hmmm. That’s a very different perspective. I have thought of that before – God, in effect, protecting me from my intense self for a season. If I take this thought into consideration I don’t fight against myself trying to be more – well more everything – more happy, more sad, more compassionate, more what I think alive “should” be. Instead, I anticipate being able to welcome a season of more calm. Good food for thought.
One of the women, Janet, brought gifts for the other leader and myself. She is SO thoughtful and so appreciative. She gave me a glass tulip candle holder, some tiny cacti in a cute blue pottery pot and a very soft, pretty big fuzzy lamb to share with my grandaughter. So kind. This group of women bonded really well. It is fulfilling to be part of a group who are so authentic, loving, affirming, and appreciative also.
I asked for prayer for my flat emotions and for my heart valves, amongst other things. Then today I went to my last Healing Emotions meeting where we had no more tapes to listen to but had set aside the morning to pray for each other. I haven’t been around so much group prayer in years. I think it was really good for me, although, this morning I found myself wishing for more quiet in the prayers – so much talking – I wanted to be able to hear God if he had anything to say to me in the unique way he gives ideas, pictures, or impressions. But, everyone has their style – God bless ‘em. So again I was prayed over. Today, Marrianne was praying for me and she said that what I call flat emotions God calls rest. Really? Emotions take a lot of energy and she believes that this time of rest is for my heart – for my benefit. Hmmm. That’s a very different perspective. I have thought of that before – God, in effect, protecting me from my intense self for a season. If I take this thought into consideration I don’t fight against myself trying to be more – well more everything – more happy, more sad, more compassionate, more what I think alive “should” be. Instead, I anticipate being able to welcome a season of more calm. Good food for thought.
One of the women, Janet, brought gifts for the other leader and myself. She is SO thoughtful and so appreciative. She gave me a glass tulip candle holder, some tiny cacti in a cute blue pottery pot and a very soft, pretty big fuzzy lamb to share with my grandaughter. So kind. This group of women bonded really well. It is fulfilling to be part of a group who are so authentic, loving, affirming, and appreciative also.
Wednesday, June 15, 2005
Normal Day and Bears
Things are getting a little more back to normal around here today post holiday. We brought the tent trailer home wet so last evening we opened it up, turned the heat on full blast, dried the thing out and folded it away. Earlier in the day I had gone to the "Healing Emotions" group that I have been part of all year and is now nearly over, then I had photocopied Lance's large songbook to send to Steve. It went very well until I got the t's and the photocopier started jamming every sixth page or so. I kept smiling. I have no energy to waste in frustration. I got the book all done but it took so long I had to send it by expensive FedEx to Chicago so Steve would have it on his days off in London. That’s where he will have time to prepare for leading worship in Scotland. ANYWAY all that is done now today.
So, this morning I got to go to mass again. I was late but it still was the best way to start my day. I ran a bunch of errands after that, shared a car with Lance and ended up leaving it with him at our church resulting with me having a long walk home. I really need to get back to fanatical exercise and it was a lovely day AND the bear that was hanging out in Mill Lake park had been shot - so I didn't think there'd be another bear to worry about! I had a lovely walk. When I got home I took care of Sarah for awhile so Cara could have a nap :) Tonight Cara, Sarah and I are going to an all ladies worship event at our church. Never had one before. I'll tell you later what it was like. After that, L and I are going out with Lance and Aimee for a coffee/snack before they head back to Camrose for a bit.
Yes I said a bear in the park. Both of our local papers reported that a bear had come down, probably from Sumas Mountain, and had been spotted in several in town locations including downtown Abbotsford, Ravine Park, and finally Mill Lake Park. I can't tell you how surprised I would be to have run into a bear that far into the city. HA – surprised is not the word. I’m very afraid of bears – I would have been shocked, and freaked out, and wobbly in the knees. After tracking it for 11 hours they finally had to put it down figuring it was a "dumpster bear" who had grown accustomed to feeding in town and couldn’t be trusted with people. I found it interesting that one paper had no picture and the other had a picture of the conservation officer with a gun (much larger than the one I am now famous for using). What I wanted to see was a picture of the bear - they had 11 hours to take some interesting photos of it out and about.
Speaking of bears this is a good time to tell you a little about Iggy. I received Iggy on my 50th birthday from my husband while on holiday in Alberta. He was purchased in a shop in Provost, brought to Camrose where I received him during a birthday breakfast with Aimee and Lance at their home, after which L. and I continued driving to stay in beautiful Jasper for several days in the most amazing cabin. (A birthday worth repeating) Anyway, Iggy has a little penguin friend named Lou who gets very little attention. It's all about Iggy really. He is a very serious bear and he is great for doing little skits with. I did this for my kids when they were little with their toys - holding them from behind (the toys not the kid!), I get just the right head and body movements achieving the most believable and animated sketches. L. says I make Iggy look so real it's creepy. HA.
Iggy's most recent dangerous adventure. On the May long weekend, we had a full van and so had the roof rack on the car. The clips that hold the lid down need to be wired shut, or held shut with little locks or something. We hadn't used the roof rack for years and “someone” forgot exactly how to wire it shut. Steve was driving east on a crowded Hwy 1 when there was a WOOSH and a garbage bag flew out landing on the highway. We pulled over - what could it be? How much stuff flew out. Steve hiked back about a half mile. The bag had blown, bouncing between cars, over to the side of the road. We’re all praying that Steve will be OK running about with all that traffic. Well, much to our amazement he runs back to the van and what was in the bag but a pillow and Iggy. Iggy with his usual very serious, but calm expression. After that Iggy came IN the car. (Steve was OK too.) We got the lid wired down properly and all was well. I didn't actually know that Iggy was with on that trip, but L. figured since I was sick and a "little" emotional he would pack him with my pillow and surprise me.
So, this morning I got to go to mass again. I was late but it still was the best way to start my day. I ran a bunch of errands after that, shared a car with Lance and ended up leaving it with him at our church resulting with me having a long walk home. I really need to get back to fanatical exercise and it was a lovely day AND the bear that was hanging out in Mill Lake park had been shot - so I didn't think there'd be another bear to worry about! I had a lovely walk. When I got home I took care of Sarah for awhile so Cara could have a nap :) Tonight Cara, Sarah and I are going to an all ladies worship event at our church. Never had one before. I'll tell you later what it was like. After that, L and I are going out with Lance and Aimee for a coffee/snack before they head back to Camrose for a bit.
Yes I said a bear in the park. Both of our local papers reported that a bear had come down, probably from Sumas Mountain, and had been spotted in several in town locations including downtown Abbotsford, Ravine Park, and finally Mill Lake Park. I can't tell you how surprised I would be to have run into a bear that far into the city. HA – surprised is not the word. I’m very afraid of bears – I would have been shocked, and freaked out, and wobbly in the knees. After tracking it for 11 hours they finally had to put it down figuring it was a "dumpster bear" who had grown accustomed to feeding in town and couldn’t be trusted with people. I found it interesting that one paper had no picture and the other had a picture of the conservation officer with a gun (much larger than the one I am now famous for using). What I wanted to see was a picture of the bear - they had 11 hours to take some interesting photos of it out and about.
Speaking of bears this is a good time to tell you a little about Iggy. I received Iggy on my 50th birthday from my husband while on holiday in Alberta. He was purchased in a shop in Provost, brought to Camrose where I received him during a birthday breakfast with Aimee and Lance at their home, after which L. and I continued driving to stay in beautiful Jasper for several days in the most amazing cabin. (A birthday worth repeating) Anyway, Iggy has a little penguin friend named Lou who gets very little attention. It's all about Iggy really. He is a very serious bear and he is great for doing little skits with. I did this for my kids when they were little with their toys - holding them from behind (the toys not the kid!), I get just the right head and body movements achieving the most believable and animated sketches. L. says I make Iggy look so real it's creepy. HA.
Iggy's most recent dangerous adventure. On the May long weekend, we had a full van and so had the roof rack on the car. The clips that hold the lid down need to be wired shut, or held shut with little locks or something. We hadn't used the roof rack for years and “someone” forgot exactly how to wire it shut. Steve was driving east on a crowded Hwy 1 when there was a WOOSH and a garbage bag flew out landing on the highway. We pulled over - what could it be? How much stuff flew out. Steve hiked back about a half mile. The bag had blown, bouncing between cars, over to the side of the road. We’re all praying that Steve will be OK running about with all that traffic. Well, much to our amazement he runs back to the van and what was in the bag but a pillow and Iggy. Iggy with his usual very serious, but calm expression. After that Iggy came IN the car. (Steve was OK too.) We got the lid wired down properly and all was well. I didn't actually know that Iggy was with on that trip, but L. figured since I was sick and a "little" emotional he would pack him with my pillow and surprise me.
Tuesday, June 14, 2005
Our king size bed, which is actually more comfortable than our bed at home. There is a stove inside, folded down in this picture, but I almost always cook outside on our coleman. I like being outside. Under the stove is a fridge that can run on elecricity or propane. So nice. Across from the sink you see a stack of white drawers. I call these my kitchen. One has all the plates and cups. One has utinsils and bowls, and the top one has saran wrap, bags, lanterns and assorted other things. Next to the kitchen, out of site in this picture, sits the food box. We always shop at Haggens after we cross the border because there are so many foods that are not allowed accross and there are foods we enjoy that we only get in WA - like the best keylime yogourt. There is a bear on the bed - his name is Iggy. Lando gave him to me for my birthday one year and he comes along on most of our holidays. In fact, he had a misadventure on one just this year.
Camping Again
Well I just came back from 6 days of camping. Steve, Lance and Aimee were all going to be in Surrey at the studio, Lando was going to Arkansas and I was going to be home alone so I decided to pull the tent trailer down to WA myself and go camping. This was a brave move for me. It went really well. On the way down I picked up some pine boards for some shelving I’d been planning for awhile. I also stopped and got groceries and wine at our favorite store.
Being alone gave me time to set up camp just the way I like it, put my new little shelves up, and settle in. It rained lots the first two days but I read and watched movies – yes we have a little TV and VCR that we bring when the weather report is iffy – also a little stereo. I had three days to myself and then I picked up Lando who arrived in WA back from his trip and took him directly to the campsite.
One thing I noticed is that wherever you go – there you are. I was really eager for a break – desperate to get out of the city. I liked being away, I liked nesting – atmosphere is really important to me. It was peaceful – well the rain on the metal roof is loud – but really it was a peaceful place – I was in peaceful surroundings – but when I left I was emotionally flat and while I was camping I was still emotionally flat. That’s how it goes, you always take yourself along wherever you go.
I’m reading another biography. “My Life – vol. 1 – The Early Years” by Bill Clinton. I never really liked him very well – well not at all. Remember I read Fonda’s book recently as well – not having great feelings about her either. What I found myself thinking, in reading Clinton’s story, is as you get to know someone’s story it’s hard to dislike them as much as you did, even if you don’t agree with them.
Steve has gone on a 5 week trip. It makes a big hole when he is gone, yet we are excited for him to have the chance to travel, meet people which he loves, and to do a lot of leading and growing in leadership.
Being alone gave me time to set up camp just the way I like it, put my new little shelves up, and settle in. It rained lots the first two days but I read and watched movies – yes we have a little TV and VCR that we bring when the weather report is iffy – also a little stereo. I had three days to myself and then I picked up Lando who arrived in WA back from his trip and took him directly to the campsite.
One thing I noticed is that wherever you go – there you are. I was really eager for a break – desperate to get out of the city. I liked being away, I liked nesting – atmosphere is really important to me. It was peaceful – well the rain on the metal roof is loud – but really it was a peaceful place – I was in peaceful surroundings – but when I left I was emotionally flat and while I was camping I was still emotionally flat. That’s how it goes, you always take yourself along wherever you go.
I’m reading another biography. “My Life – vol. 1 – The Early Years” by Bill Clinton. I never really liked him very well – well not at all. Remember I read Fonda’s book recently as well – not having great feelings about her either. What I found myself thinking, in reading Clinton’s story, is as you get to know someone’s story it’s hard to dislike them as much as you did, even if you don’t agree with them.
Steve has gone on a 5 week trip. It makes a big hole when he is gone, yet we are excited for him to have the chance to travel, meet people which he loves, and to do a lot of leading and growing in leadership.
Steve and Lyndon (bottom right) leave for a worship arts conference in Chicago - then off to Italy. From there Steve's off to Scottland for more worship leading with a young group there. Here he his saying sleepy goodbyes at 5:30 am afer only one hour of sleep. Lots of love going round. (Oh - Lyndon is our worship pastor at the church we go to.)
Sunday, June 05, 2005
Caught in the act - again. Here is the more rare approach to doing the line. Ususally they are upside down until reaching the feeder when they suddenly flip themselves upright briefly, then head face down over the feeder appearing to hang by their back feet with tail draped over the line, feasting to their heart's content.
More Weekend
Last night we (Aimee, Lance, Bruce, Cara, Andy and Sarah) had a fantastic steak barbeque on the deck. At the last minute Andy came back from a hike so he, Cara and Sarah joined us. He was so surprised and in wonder that he would barely return from his hike and voila -- a full steak dinner already prepared with all the trimmings. I really enjoyed being able to surprise him. At first I didn't think to invite Cara, before Andy was home, because it was steak and steak is not included in a vegan diet :) But we had some yummy fresh asparagus and salad with local sweet strawberries - yum - all good.
Church was extra good today. It was the annual meeting/worship service combined. Discussion meetings had already happened so the work was done mostly – we just had a quick vote at the end to affirm (or not) recommended leadership choices. This was a morning of telling what’s going on in our big church and celebrating God’s ongoing work. Chris (preaching pastor) talked about all the things we believe in, and because we hold certain values, we therefore take certain actions in our body and in our community. In one section of his talk he was declaring a fine list of core beliefs, one after the other, I believe…I believe… with heartfelt passion. I thought – this is better than the Molson “I am Canadian” rant, and better than the USA State of the Union Address. I loved it. I was moved to tears and nearly shouted out, certainly I did in my heart, “I believe it too!” It was very encouraging to me. In a big church you only see little bits of the puzzle on any given Sunday so it was so good to take time to see the bigger picture. I prefer a smaller church – but at the same time I like some of the programs a bigger church can run in a city – like we have an incredible ministry to women in our community. Transformed lives galore. I do like being part of that.
I am looking forward to camping. That’s all I can say for now. I love camping even in the rain. The tent trailer stays dry so there are no worries. I think I could sleep and read books for several days without getting bored. Then, I’d like some sun and some action.
I got a cell phone today. I never wanted one before – but with parents getting older, Steve traveling so much this summer, and me running around by myself it seemed like maybe it was time. So, I don’t even know how to use it yet – I’ve rarely touched one. I still remember handing over my rotary phone and being welcomed into the 90’s. Steve had many phones, he’s a restless up grader, so I am buying one off of him, hopefully for a very good and merciful price.
It’s a sleepy rainy day so I’m going to open my window wide, pretend I am camping, drift off to sleep to the lovely sound of raindrops.
Church was extra good today. It was the annual meeting/worship service combined. Discussion meetings had already happened so the work was done mostly – we just had a quick vote at the end to affirm (or not) recommended leadership choices. This was a morning of telling what’s going on in our big church and celebrating God’s ongoing work. Chris (preaching pastor) talked about all the things we believe in, and because we hold certain values, we therefore take certain actions in our body and in our community. In one section of his talk he was declaring a fine list of core beliefs, one after the other, I believe…I believe… with heartfelt passion. I thought – this is better than the Molson “I am Canadian” rant, and better than the USA State of the Union Address. I loved it. I was moved to tears and nearly shouted out, certainly I did in my heart, “I believe it too!” It was very encouraging to me. In a big church you only see little bits of the puzzle on any given Sunday so it was so good to take time to see the bigger picture. I prefer a smaller church – but at the same time I like some of the programs a bigger church can run in a city – like we have an incredible ministry to women in our community. Transformed lives galore. I do like being part of that.
I am looking forward to camping. That’s all I can say for now. I love camping even in the rain. The tent trailer stays dry so there are no worries. I think I could sleep and read books for several days without getting bored. Then, I’d like some sun and some action.
I got a cell phone today. I never wanted one before – but with parents getting older, Steve traveling so much this summer, and me running around by myself it seemed like maybe it was time. So, I don’t even know how to use it yet – I’ve rarely touched one. I still remember handing over my rotary phone and being welcomed into the 90’s. Steve had many phones, he’s a restless up grader, so I am buying one off of him, hopefully for a very good and merciful price.
It’s a sleepy rainy day so I’m going to open my window wide, pretend I am camping, drift off to sleep to the lovely sound of raindrops.
Saturday, June 04, 2005
Catch Up
I got my computer back last night. When it went in to the shop it was rapidly turning itself, all on its own, on and off. At the shop it got a better spyware program installed, some spyware removed and it behaved itself perfectly. The beast (I hope I don't anger it) is aging and should probably be replaced soon (I am also aging but I, of course, will not be replaced!).
Squirrels. They have had babies. I live in rodent paradise. I am taking pictures, of them doing the clothesline but they are on my film camera so you will have to wait. I will have to admit they are very athletic. Andy is trying to race around the house with a long stick and whack one of them. He is very fast – but so far they are faster.
Studio. Steve is recording Lance's new album. A highlight for me was visiting the studio this week and seeing Lance's "boy in a candy shop" eyes - so excited and happy. He is working in the nicest studio he has ever seen, and receiving excellent and imaginative input from an enthusiastic, skilled, veteran producer, Roy Salmond. We’ve known Roy since the 70's (he even sang at our wedding) and now our kids are working with him - how cool is that? Anyway, about happiness. I think I enjoy other people's happiness even more than I do my own.
Funeral. Our very large and very beautiful dogwood tree died over the winter and we had it cut down this week. I LOVE trees. This is no exaggeration. I felt really sad about losing this one. It faithfully bloomed twice a year for all of the nearly 20 years we have lived here. It was our back yard shady place for midday picnics. One summer, every Sunday lunch, we would have about 15 camp counselors over from Camp Luther to feast, play guitars, and relax under the dogwood on blankets and at the picnic table before their new campers came. (Lance won the prize for perfect Klassen Sunday lunch attendance that summer – oh that’s right there wasn’t prize, but he did come EVERY Sunday… and actually – he did get AIMEE).
Todd the tree guy. Todd is a character – brash, disorganized, flamboyant, expressive, not very professional in his demeanor. I got his card when he did some work at a neighbor’s. His price was good – although what he would do for that price changed once he got here and now we have a pile of firewood left in the backyard and no use for it when at first he had told me he would haul it all away. He did work very hard and he did haul all the smaller branches away – tons of them. They were piled about ten feet above his truck. I thought the tires might pop. I watched the tree come down. First Todd the tree guy cut off all the branches from one side. Then he tied a rope around the trunk, cut a slice most of the way thorough the trunk and gave the rope a pull. It went over easy and in the direction he planned. I had to look away for a moment as the tree fell because, “I'm no good at squished men, no matter how disorganized they are.” That is an exact quote Aimee saved from the day. The man did not get squished – he ran really fast. Our plants did not get squished either. The squirrels ran back and forth contemplating the horizontal tree and now they climb on the remaining pile – ah so sad – the great expressway from front tree over roof and down the back tree has been interrupted.
The yard is empty in the middle. We’ve lost three trees since we moved in. This summer – or fall – we need to plant two more for sure – the biggest we can afford.
Melanie. Wow, I had seriously forgotten how stressful moves are. And I had never thought about being in-between places – out of one but not yet into another as our moves always happened in a day. Aimee and I went and helped Melanie clean the empty apartment after she got off work – I’ve lost track – Tues. I think. It was fun. We worked hard and fast, and then we went out for crepes with Cheryl, Jason and Nathan. I had a spinach and feta crepe which seemed the most delicious thing I had ever tasted. We also got to see the new place. I noted that Nathan and Melanie have a knack for choosing apartments with fabulous light, something really value.
There is something wonderful about being invited in to help another person. It’s real – there is no pretending about being able to do all things, it’s a privilege to be the one invited in – the word honor comes to mind, and I like to think of – well it’s not really karma – but of the circle of help – everyone needs some and everyone can give some – in different times and seasons. I think that’s just what God had in mind - total dependence on Him and lovely interdependence on each other. It contributes to community connectedness. I’m all about connectedness.
Good weekend wishes to every one.
Squirrels. They have had babies. I live in rodent paradise. I am taking pictures, of them doing the clothesline but they are on my film camera so you will have to wait. I will have to admit they are very athletic. Andy is trying to race around the house with a long stick and whack one of them. He is very fast – but so far they are faster.
Studio. Steve is recording Lance's new album. A highlight for me was visiting the studio this week and seeing Lance's "boy in a candy shop" eyes - so excited and happy. He is working in the nicest studio he has ever seen, and receiving excellent and imaginative input from an enthusiastic, skilled, veteran producer, Roy Salmond. We’ve known Roy since the 70's (he even sang at our wedding) and now our kids are working with him - how cool is that? Anyway, about happiness. I think I enjoy other people's happiness even more than I do my own.
Funeral. Our very large and very beautiful dogwood tree died over the winter and we had it cut down this week. I LOVE trees. This is no exaggeration. I felt really sad about losing this one. It faithfully bloomed twice a year for all of the nearly 20 years we have lived here. It was our back yard shady place for midday picnics. One summer, every Sunday lunch, we would have about 15 camp counselors over from Camp Luther to feast, play guitars, and relax under the dogwood on blankets and at the picnic table before their new campers came. (Lance won the prize for perfect Klassen Sunday lunch attendance that summer – oh that’s right there wasn’t prize, but he did come EVERY Sunday… and actually – he did get AIMEE).
Todd the tree guy. Todd is a character – brash, disorganized, flamboyant, expressive, not very professional in his demeanor. I got his card when he did some work at a neighbor’s. His price was good – although what he would do for that price changed once he got here and now we have a pile of firewood left in the backyard and no use for it when at first he had told me he would haul it all away. He did work very hard and he did haul all the smaller branches away – tons of them. They were piled about ten feet above his truck. I thought the tires might pop. I watched the tree come down. First Todd the tree guy cut off all the branches from one side. Then he tied a rope around the trunk, cut a slice most of the way thorough the trunk and gave the rope a pull. It went over easy and in the direction he planned. I had to look away for a moment as the tree fell because, “I'm no good at squished men, no matter how disorganized they are.” That is an exact quote Aimee saved from the day. The man did not get squished – he ran really fast. Our plants did not get squished either. The squirrels ran back and forth contemplating the horizontal tree and now they climb on the remaining pile – ah so sad – the great expressway from front tree over roof and down the back tree has been interrupted.
The yard is empty in the middle. We’ve lost three trees since we moved in. This summer – or fall – we need to plant two more for sure – the biggest we can afford.
Melanie. Wow, I had seriously forgotten how stressful moves are. And I had never thought about being in-between places – out of one but not yet into another as our moves always happened in a day. Aimee and I went and helped Melanie clean the empty apartment after she got off work – I’ve lost track – Tues. I think. It was fun. We worked hard and fast, and then we went out for crepes with Cheryl, Jason and Nathan. I had a spinach and feta crepe which seemed the most delicious thing I had ever tasted. We also got to see the new place. I noted that Nathan and Melanie have a knack for choosing apartments with fabulous light, something really value.
There is something wonderful about being invited in to help another person. It’s real – there is no pretending about being able to do all things, it’s a privilege to be the one invited in – the word honor comes to mind, and I like to think of – well it’s not really karma – but of the circle of help – everyone needs some and everyone can give some – in different times and seasons. I think that’s just what God had in mind - total dependence on Him and lovely interdependence on each other. It contributes to community connectedness. I’m all about connectedness.
Good weekend wishes to every one.
Sisters. I don't have one. I love watching my girls when they are together - each individuals for sure - yet SO sisterly. This is taken at AImee's birthday party. Cara made two peach pies - each with a different crust design, one lattice and the other with leaf cut outs. Both a works of art and delicious too.
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