Wednesday, March 26, 2014

One More For The Snowy Road


Tuesday, March 25, 2014

In Which I Re-Haiku The Fridge After A Look At The Weather Forecast


*And the predicted measurable centimeters of snow have begun to fall...

Wednesday, March 12, 2014

Monday, March 3, 2014

Wherein I Miss February

Let me clarify: February is over and I missed it, if my lack of blog presence is any indication.

February was cold compared to January which had, if memory serves, an average temperature of -.8 C, or some equally ridiculous number. That being said, I don't miss February. I just missed it.

And now it's March.

Once again in like a polar bear. Out like a penguin? Let's hope not. I'd trade the polar bear for a lion or a lamb any day of this week. Or last week even, truth be told.

March brings with it two weeks of grass widowhood while Himself avails himself of a travel opportunity to Israel and Palestine.

I had been looking forward to a couple of weeks of solitude and adventure, but my friends are expressing enough concern for my solitary well being that I'm wondering if I've underestimated the quiet and should, in fact, be a little nervous...


It will be good.

Although this IS the first time in 27 years, I think, that I've been completely on my own while he's been away...

I should warn all y'all to phone or text before dropping in so I can be appropriately garbed. And put the kettle on. (That thing about the kettle was just to distract you from that thing about the garb. We gave ourselves a Keurig for Christmas, which gets you coffee or tea lickety-split. I've only boiled the kettle about 3 times since December.)

Meanwhile, back at the Starbucks where wifi roams free and the steeped tea thaws the frozen phone-finger-typing fingers, I shall go check my email and Scrabble games once more before returning to the barren field (why did Apple autocorrect "barren" to "naren"? What's a naren?!) and the ailing Internet and windswept vistas.

And the packing.

How glad am I for the lovely friend who offered to drive Himself to the airport tomorrow morning? To catch the 6:55 am international flight? Which means leaving at about 4:00? Very, very glad.

It's been a good last day together, and I fully expect we'll both have a fabulous first two weeks of lent.


Monday, January 13, 2014




Friday, December 13, 2013

It's The Little Things...

In February of 1998 we moved from Winnipeg, Manitoba to Prince Albert, Saskatchewan.

Four months in, we found out that an annual tradition at the new school was "Waterpark Day", when the whole school would be heading out to spend the afternoon at the waterslides and pool.

The girls were in grades 4 and 5, and needed new bathing suits, so off we went to Zellers or Woolworths, or whatever it was back then, to look for new swim wear.

After what seemed like hours perusing the racks, one of them found a black suit that they both liked. There was only one in that size. They both needed the same size. We double and triple checked, and then I suggested the purple one to the other, and although grudgingly, off to the change rooms we went.

The size was good and the style was good, but that purple bathing suit was just not cutting it. I was asked to go look one more time for a black one in the right size.

I went, knowing that I had already looked at every bathing suit on that rack, and there was NOT another black one in this size. As I walked to the swim suit department I kept mumbling, "If you like me even a little bit, let there be another black suit".

I felt a tingle like electricity up my arm when my hand hit on the black bathing suit. In the right size. It had not been there fifteen minutes earlier.

All the way back to the change room my mantra changed to, "Jesus does still like me!" And I jubilantly delivered the bathing suit with the words, "Jesus LIKES me!"

There have been dark days when I've remembered that experience, and been reminded that yes, Jesus does indeed like me, so hang on for the ride and wait for the light.

It's the little things.

Like this morning.

Yesterday Micah started texting to see if we'd be in Camrose before tonight so we could bring his suit for the Christmas banquet at school.

We weren't, but our good neighbor would be, and he graciously agreed to swing through and get the suit on his way to town, and drop it off for Micah this morning.

My plan was to get up when Randall did, at 8:00, and be showered and ready to receive.

Best laid plans, and all that...

What happened was that after waking up at 3:30, and struggling to get back to sleep until after 4:30, I finally put in an ear plug before drifting off to la-la land.

At 8:51 I snapped awake in confusion. As my eyes saw the time projected onto the bedroom ceiling and my brain started to focus through the fog, I realized that I had slept through the alarm, the husband's waking, and probably his leaving for the office.

I jumped out of bed, did a quick jog through the house to see that I was indeed on my own for the suit pick up, and then threw off my pajamas, donned my jeans and a sweater, swished some mouthwash around some pretty sticky teeth and put the kettle on.

Because, I'm English enough to know that every emergency demands a hot cup of tea.

The curling iron was turned on, the hair was brushed and I'm pretty sure I didn't look like I had just woken up when the suit was handed off about 10 minutes after my rude awakening.

And as the snow was settling, and as the kettle began to sing, I said, "Thank you, Jesus, for waking me up!"

And was reminded that he really does still like me.

Gonna be a good day, no matter what.

Friday, December 6, 2013

Wherein I Eat A Little Bit Of Humble Pie

I just deleted a big, long post about how I've given in and accepted the high blood pressure medication that my doctor has been trying to get me on for a couple of years.

It was sounding a little too... I don't know... annoying. I suspect that had I posted it I would have received a bunch  of "you're doing awesome" type comments and that's not what I was going for.

I think what I need to do is just come to terms with another little blip on my medical radar. I've been on a bit of a roller coaster, heath-wise, since we moved five years ago. 

There's been the severe anaemia and the irrationally out of control blood sugar, and adding diabetes meds... and through it all my blood pressure has been testing high and I've been angry that yet another medication is being pushed on me. 

Last week seemed to be the last straw, as far the doctor was concerned. When I pushed against medication he only gave me until after Christmas to get it lowered naturally, but he was shaking his head as he gave in that much.

I came home and did some Internet research, and was confident I could do this. 

For about twelve hours. 

As I was falling asleep that night, the reality of it came drifting through and I remembered that just before we moved my doctor in P.A. was alarmed because my blood pressure was high and she wanted to write me a prescription for some meds to counter that. 

And I resisted and convinced her that it was just the stress of moving. 

My, I'm a stubborn so and so.

So, yeah. When I remembered that it hasn't just been a year and a half or two years, but all of five years that my blood pressure has been consistently high, and that although all of the good changes I've made have brought my weight down, stabilized  my blood sugar, gotten me off one diabetes medication and lowered the other... it hasn't helped my blood pressure.


When I decided to face that reality and accept the medical help that might give my hard working arteries and heart a break, I figured I might as well get back to the doctor and get 'er done before the big stress of Christmas and company begins in earnest.


Mmm... Humble pie.

With a gluten-free crust of course.