Tuesday, February 23, 2010

Note to Self

If the dog wakes you up at 3:30 in the morning because she HAS. TO. GO. - put her on the leash to take her outside. Because you live in a lovely lovely lovely part of the world, and those three deer nibbling off the tree on your front lawn might cause her to give chase and there you will be, shivering in your nightgown in the middle of the night wondering when your dog will come home.

She apparently had to relieve herself more than she needed to chase deer - THIS TIME. Pretty sure the Free Pass on that one has now been used.

Friday, February 19, 2010

Checking in

1. Conversation with my mother:

Me: "Want to come to (sporting event your grandchild is in)?"

Mom: "I don't know. How dress would I have to warm?"

I take a few seconds to parse that.

Me: "It depends on weather the what is like."

2. Conversation with an 11 year old boy (not mine, who is only ten)

Me: "So what is up with that running-away-when-you're-upset thing? You're not the only boy that does it. Can you explain what's going on in the boy brain when that happens?"

Boy: "How should I know??? (pause) It's probably puberty! (longer pause) You think boys are just made of strength and muscle and no tears?? You are living in the wrong universe!"

3. Conversation with myself:

Me #1: Hey look, the Yarn Harlot is having a knitting olympics! You should totally start a new project just for that!

Me #2: I still have one sock to knit for D's Christmas present.

Me #1: Yeah but T is having a baby. You totally need to make that baby something.

Me #2: Yes, yes I should. I even want to.

Me #1: Yippee!! Yarn shopping!!!

Me #2: Well we'll also need a new needle.

Me #1: Addi! A new Addi circ!! I love Olympics!!

(time passes. Money may or may not be spent.)

Me #2: Okay where's that pattern?

Me #1: Well it's right here, but I've been thinking ...

Me #2: How odd. I thought I was the thinker.

Me #1: My turn! Don't you have an awful lot of stuff on the needles? Are you sure you should be starting something new?

Me #2: The handy thing with these Addi circs is you could theoretically use them to throttle someone ...

Me #1: Here. Finish this blanket you promised to R&S.

Me #2: I think that was two blankets. Lap blankets. I may have even said "Have two, they're small."

Me #1: No, I said that. You're not that clever.

Me #2: okay so I'll finish both of these?

Me #1: don't forget D's Christmas sock.

Me #2: A challenge! I love a challenge! Can I finish two blankets and a sock before the end of the Olympics???

Me #3: Right after you finish this here scarf.

Me #'s 1 and 2: Where did YOU come from?

Stay tuned for Conversation With the Professional I Pay To Integrate the Voices in My Head.

Wednesday, February 10, 2010


They're goofy. They tell inappropriate jokes, and say things like "Your FACE is cold" when you say you're cold. They swarm into our basement, Friday nights, and eat pizza and endless bags of potato chips and oh, the noise. Laughter and shouting and the door to outside opens and closes and the sound fills the house to the roof.

Every once in a while someone drifts upstairs looking for a glass of water and I find myself having a chat with a tattooed boy who is offering to dry my dinner dishes, or a young woman who is learning to knit. (or, you know, a guy with a mohawk who can't remember how "you do that purl thing").

They tease each other and push each other around and sometimes they sit at the top of the stairwell or on a table top, out of the action, with their arms around each other, crying and praying.

They have cell phones and iPods and msg each other from across the room. They look out for each other, a grade nine girl spending her lunch hours with a grade seven boy new to her school cause he's part of her church crowd, and her friends can just Deal.

They come from all over the city, from every kind of home imaginable. Absent fathers, absent mothers, step-parents and stepbrothers and stepsisters they don't get along with, or don't know, or don't know how to get along with, or would like to see more of but just can't, siblings scattered in the wake of divorces and remarriages. Stable two parent homes. Stable one parent homes. Some of them have a lot, some have enough, some are struggling.

They're working out how they fit, and where they fit, and where God fits, and what He wants of them. They encourage each other and pray for each other and their faith shames me to tears, some days.

And a dozen of them are giving up their spring break this year to go to Mexico with Amor Ministries to build houses. To do something "with my own two hands that will make a difference."


If they raise enough money. They're baking and collecting bottles and planning fundraising dinners (did I mention the grade 12 girl who volunteered, eagerly, to cook dinner for over 100 people?) and shampooing carpets, because there aren't many of them that come from families who can help them with the funds.

And I add up the numbers and get nervous, and then one of them says "Don't forget to pray your hearts out, you guys."

And I remember that God loves to be asked to do big things.

Can you join me, praying for this marvelous group of young people I am privileged to know, that God will provide for them?

Thank you.