Wednesday, April 28, 2010

Weekend Snapshot

So I'm driving from Big River, Saskatchewan to Spiritwood, Saskatchewan at dusk. The locals have repeatedly warned me to watch out for deer. Road signs warn of wildlife. I am Watching Out For Deer, and suddenly, there one is, in my headlights. I slam on the brakes. The deer ambles off the road as I am trying to unclench my hands. About half an hour later ...

Eyes: Can we blink?

Brain: No.

Eyes: Please?

Brain: Did you SEE that deer?

Eyes: As a matter of fact, yes. We were the ones who pointed it out to you.

Brain: Did you see how BIG it was?

Eyes: (see above)

Brain: I can't believe I got the foot to listen that fast.

Eyes: Good on ya. Can we blink?

Brain: Stop whining. We'll be there in half an hour.

I pull up to the place I'm staying in Spiritwood. The kitchen is full of Saskatchewan-ites in their natural habitat, playing cards.

"I almost hit a deer!" I announce.

It was like walking into a group of Californians and announcing that I'd seen the sun.

Brain: (quietly, to itself) and it was RIGHT THERE and LARGE and it didn't even MOVE when I got the foot to slam on the brakes and I can't believe how suddenly it was just THERE and no wonder you all told her to watch out for wildlife and ...

Eyes: so can we blink now?

Friday, April 16, 2010


(subtitled: When Google is Not Your Friend)

So I'm trying to figure out how that whole harvesting manually thing works, because I happen to be writing a book where grain is growing and it's harvest time, and the fictional world my book is set in has no machinery, and I don't know if they swathe one day and leave it lie and then go stook it, or if they swathe'n'stook as they go, so I type "harvesting by hand" into my search engine and get:

Body harvesting, or cadaver harvesting, is the process of collecting and preparing cadavers for anatomical study. In a similar sense, organ harvesting is the removal of tissues or ...

I need to go lie down.

Monday, April 12, 2010


I want an anonymous blog where I can say things like "and then I said, and then HE said and then you know what? that was just WRONG" and then two hundred people will leave comments saying things like "there there honey, you're sooooooooooo misunderstood" and crap like that

but then I'd link to it, because I'm a show off whether I like to admit it or not and then people I want to whine about, oh my goodness you have no idea how badly I want to whine about these people, would read it and get all huffy and feel misrepresented and hard done by and as much as I want to whine about how - I don't want anybody feeling picked on. Especially those people.

Adulthood is not for cowards, is all I'm saying.

Also I'm going to say YAY!! tonight when I go to bed I am going to take a really long hard look at my hair in the mirror, and oh how gaily I will laugh because GOODBYE HAIR day is tomorrow. I am not shaving myself bald but I am abandoning the "I wonder how it would look long" experiment that I have coupled with the "I wonder just how grey I really am" experiment that has resulted in my hair looking not so much like hair but a lot more like a helmet made from the hide of a dead yak, spray painted silver in a very dark room by a blind person. This is exactly as attractive as it sounds but tomorrow I am going back to the bossy Italian man who has been doing my hair for EVER and I am going to say "Fix it" and he will. He will ask what I want and I will make something up because he will listen to me and then say "No, that's not what you want" and then he will make me a cappucino and then he will FIX IT.

Also I am teaching a class tomorrow night.

And then I am going away to write for several days.

I expect to feel less like whining, then.

Tuesday, April 06, 2010

So there was this writing exercise ...

Somewhere sometime somebody asked a group of to finish the sentence "The most important thing about me is ..."

I found mine today and not only did I agree with it still, it made me smile

The most important thing about me is that I don't like the word important. I do not like the way we categorize people and assign them relevance by degrees. I don't want to stand out, but I am also not interested in fading into the background. What matters, I think, is finding a way to develop a clear and accurate picture of myself before God, and to co-operate with Him in seeking to find and take my ordained place in the fabric of what He is weaving here on this earth.

Also, I knit :) (the smiley face on the paper had hair, big ears and a bow tie, but I don't know how to do that here ;)

Monday, April 05, 2010


I found my passport!

I folded all the clean laundry INCLUDING THE SOCKS!

I washed the kitchen floor and it's not even Christmas.

And my family is coming home tomorrow.

Life just doesn't get any better.

Saturday, April 03, 2010

The (not so) secret truth

"Oh I'd love to go to Mexico" I say, safe behind my ten year old who is too young to go, and in some ways, I would. I love the idea of a short term mission, and as an intensely interested-in-the-world person, I LOVE travel. And travel where you get to do something other than what ordinary tourists do? Very attractive.

And yet - as B and I sit here discussing supper, planning a meal that will involve Not Leaving the House, I realize - I like staying at home, too. I like my house, even when it's messy, and I like having long days at home, where everything eventually, in my own way, gets done. In my own non-linear "wow that five minutes of dishes I just did was exhausting, I'll knit a row oh look a computer I'll write a few words" way. My brain works well this way, and when the day isn't punctuated by school pick-ups and sports practices and people who want lunch (hello, people I have lunch with. I like you! honest!) and all kinds of other good things - well, it's nice.

And it's really nice to miss TechnoBoy and A so much, because I'll spend the first few weeks after they get home beaming at them, and that's just good for everybody.