Sunday, November 15, 2009

Peace Train

In the course of this last week or so, I got medevaced. Long story short, I had a dizzy spell at work on the Thursday before last, and the medications I was given for high blood pressure caused my heartrate to slow down. The nurses were alarmed, as my blood pressure was also still high. Personally I felt perfectly normal, but it seems I'm no judge of that.

So last Saturday when I went to get my blood pressure checked, within minutes I was lying in the back room at the health centre here, hooked up to IV and monitors, and the nurse came in and stuck a defibrillator on me, she said "Just in case". And then she went off down the hall and I lay there and thought, well, what if this is it? And I found that I wasn't so concerned about the dying part but more about the possibility of pain. Was it going to hurt when they defibrillated me?

I know that this earthly life is short. I had hoped it wouldn't be quite so short.

I said a little prayer for myself, and it went something like this: "I don't usually ask for things for me, God, but I'm kinda needing your help here. Could you just keep my heart beating until the nurses can figure this out? Thanks."

I asked one of the nurses to call Miguel, and Miguel came to sit with me, and he didn't seem too concerned.

There was a song stuck in my head that day, too. Cat Stevens' "Peace Train," because Jann Arden did a cover of it on her album that I bought last week.

Now I've been smiling lately,

thinking about the good things to come

And I believe it could be,

something good has begun

And something in the back of my mind was very calm. All the while that the doctors and nurses were poking needles in me and sticking nitroglycerine patches on me and trying to figure out how to make my heart beat normally, I was just kind of watching. The ambulance came for me, they loaded me onto a stretcher with a sleeping bag, the kids had brought me the necessities – clean underwear, my purse, Frederick the frog I sleep with – in a pink backpack. Rachel was very concerned. I told her it would all be fine. Then they took me to the Lear Jet and off we went. It was a smooth ride and within minutes of landing in Yellowknife I was being unpacked in the Emergency room. They hooked me back up to the monitors and started making all the same noises the nurses at home had been making. They got out more nitroglycerine patches and handfuls of medication. I swallowed everything they gave me.

And I lay for a long time in the Emergency room, alone because you can't take a friend on the medevac, and a long time in a bed on the ward overnight, and then for another long time the next day waiting to be discharged. I sat cross-legged on the bed in the ward and looked out the window, and I don't think it's an exaggeration to say that I spent a couple of hours just gazing at the trees with the snow on them and the sky with its clouds swirling around and thinking, "I'm so happy to be here to look at this beautiful day."

I know that I usually take my health and continued living for granted. I think it's kind of funny that I didn't feel anything wrong, other than a little bit of dizziness, I was assuming that all was well and I was continuing to work and carry on as normal. I have three beautiful children, and I take that for granted, too. Sometimes I feel as if I've always had them. We hadn't even been married for long, there was no questioning, like my brothers got, about why we weren't having kids. People had just gotten over exclaiming that we got married so young, and then we were having Kirsten.

I don't want to give the impression that I am overly humble. The reason I don't usually pray for myself is that I don't usually need anything. I'm healthy, happy, not in need – my prayers are for those I love and care for and meet in passing, those whose lives are in emergency, often criminal matters are overwhelming them, be it theirs or family members – someone on the phone this week said to me, "Welcome back. We were praying for you." And I found that strange.

My family's not real big on praying. My mother went through a spiritual emergency when her sister died, and decided that there could be no God. If she feels that she needs someone praying for, she tends to phone me and say, "Can you just pray for such-and-such, I know you're into that kind of thing." Sort of like two parents who are fighting, my mother and God tend to to do that "tell her," 'tell him' thing. I always gravely agree to pray.

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Saturday, October 17, 2009

what I did today

had a shower with the lavender shower gel Crabtree and Evelyn Niagara sent me, yay
went to see how the new carpet was in the church
went to the store to buy gum because I've been eating Dave's at work and I owe him gum
did some work while I was there because some requests for work came late and need to be finished up
worked out - this is going well and I can do a 10 minute mile which I know is pathetic but it's the best I've done since... oh, 1985.
ate my pea soup that I made from the thanksgiving ham bone. mmmm.
went back to the church with all the teenagers and moved the furniture that was displaced by the new carpet being laid
cleaned my house - including wiping the handprints off the staircase walls. if you visit my house, keep your hands to yourself on the stairs...
we had to listen to Rachel's Ipod while we were cleaning because my computer is pretending to be dead, so it was Lady GaGa and Panic at the Disco! for the chore soundtrack
made naan bread and chicken tikka masala and tandoori scallops for dinner
ate same and it was very good

now I've got a blues programme on CBC and everyone's off doing other things. might make some tea. all in all a very satisfying day, in a domestic kind of way.

Sunday, September 20, 2009

flashback

Social Services called on Wednesday and asked if we'd take a five-year-old girl for the weekend. Miguel is in Edmonton, so I said, sure.

I'd forgotten about five-year-olds. I mean, it's nine years since Rachel was that age. I'd forgotten about Play-doh and little fingers going through everything and hot chocolate with straws and what do you want for dinner? - Pancakes. What do you want for lunch? - Pancakes. We went to the airport to drop off Allen and Betty Ann, Allen's going out on medical, and she spent 40 minutes pushing a luggage cart around the airport. I let her, because every other time I've been at the airport there has been a kid doing exactly the same thing. I only stopped her when she wanted to push the cart up onto the luggage belt, and when she tried to go out the door onto the runway. (It's a small airport). (Rachel, who is standing behind me, says that's a bit of an understatement.)

I'd forgotten about bedtime meaning stories - I read "Hamilton the Duck's Springtime Story" that came up north with us, and the whole of the Disney 101 Dalmatians book. I'd forgotten about baths that feature plastic toys, and french fries being the only vegetable worth eating.

I braided her hair this morning, before church, but she didn't like it and we had to go back to the two little pony tails she likes. She liked the singing in church, but not the talking. The tv was on Treehouse most of the weekend. The teenagers sat with her dutifully while she watched. I don't mind Spongebob but I've always hated Franklin... his parents are just too good to be true. And really, who's friends with a snail?

Saturday, September 12, 2009

Rachel's game

This is the first line of the first twenty-five songs that my Ipod shuffles for me. It almost makes a poem...

I’ve been thinking about the time you walked out on me
Well, let me tell you, darling, I’ve been high most of my life
Half past twelve, and I’m watching the late show
Well, you can tell by the way I walk
I know you’ve got to go and I
Should have seen by the look in my eyes
What’s wrong with you? I wish I knew
Highway run, into the midnight sun
It’s high now. So low, it’s high.
Moves like a fist through traffic, anger and no-one can hear it
I awoke, only to find my longevity
Hey, little girl, is your daddy home?
Take a look at my girlfriend, she’s the only one I’ve got
It’s hard to leave your bed
I must have dreamed a thousand dreams
In the colours of the night
Here we stand
Oh, life, is bigger, it’s bigger than you, and you are not me
Everybody’s talking at me, I don’t hear a word they’re saying
I’m gonna clear my head, I’m gonna drink that sun
I’ve watched the stars fall silent, from your eyes
One of these nights, one of these crazy old nights
Hey girl, is he everything you wanted in a man?
I left your house this morning at a quarter after nine
Did the hours grow shorter as the days go by?

Thursday, September 10, 2009

and

yesterday I got a new front tooth at the dentist's and a letter from the mammogram clinic saying I'm normal.

Saturday, September 05, 2009

and

on Wednesday the health centre phoned me to tell me they were booking my travel for my mammogram appointment in Yellowknife! I said, oh, no, sorry, I've already had it done.

Charlie, my boss, said, you should have just said, yeah, sure, and taken the trip...

res blues

So I went to Edmonton and did the mammoth shopping task that moving Kirsten into Residence entailed. She was really good about it, made lists and stuck to them, didn't ask for a plasma tv or anything like that. Some of the folk who were moving in had way more stuff than she did. Including flat screen tvs.

So on Saturday afternoon, she was supposed to be going to a floor meeting. I dropped her off at res with her new little fridge and the hair dryer and alarm clock we'd realized she still needed (can't use my hairdryer any more, and we won't be there to wake her up in the morning either). She was a bit nervous about her floor meeting, and said goodbye and see you tomorrow, the plan was that we would get together for brunch or something.

I got back out to the car and turned on the CD player, we'd purchased an ABBA anthology, and the song was Knowing me, Knowing you.

Walking through an empty house, tears in my eyes
Here is where the story ends, this is goodbye

In these old familiar rooms children would play
Now there's only emptiness, nothing to say

I know the house isn't empty, Rachel and Ian are still there, and I know it's a song about breaking up, but it hit me suddenly that all Kirsten's stuff was in that room where I left her, she doesn't officially live with me any more. And that's hard. It will never be the same again. So I was driving through Edmonton crying. In a way it feels like breaking up - after 18 years of worrying and caring about her, I have to step back...

It took me a long time to get home. I got up at 5am on Monday and went to the airport to catch my plane - gave my rental car back, got the flight to Yellowknife, but then when I was waiting for the plane to home, they announced that it had gone mechanical and we were all being switched to Canadian North.

When I went to board the Canadian North flight, they were stamping tickets as landing "subject to weather." I texted Miguel and he said it was raining pretty hard at home and foggy. The plane took off and we flew to and landed in Kugluktuk, but then we sat there waiting for the weather to change. Oh, and I should mention that they gave me a bag of pretzels for lunch - those of us who weren't real Canadian North passengers didn't get fed.

After a couple of hours, the pilot came and told us that we weren't going home, we were going back to Yellowknife. And then I realized that sitting there on the plane with all these strangers, I was going to cry. My seatmate said, "oh, you're upset", and kindly went back to watching her movie on her tiny laptop. I turned my head towards the window and it all just kind of washed over me, I'm going back home without Kirsten - I really had thought I could keep it together until I got home, but the thought of having to go back to Yellowknife and get a hotel room, and supper, and trying to convince someone to put me on another flight... I just didn't want to cope.

It actually all went very smoothly, I went to Pizza Hut for supper, found a hotel room and went to bed early, spent some time at the airport the next day but I was feeling better and was able to explain to my seatmate about my emotional day. She told me that she had taken her daughter to her first year of university in Connecticut, and cried the whole 12 hour drive home...

Sunday, August 23, 2009

Mamm-o-gram

So for the last 18 months or so, I've been trying to get myself an appointment for a mammogram. My mother's sister got breast cancer at age 37, and died when I was 15 and she was 47. My grandmother had breast cancer, my mother's other sister had a female internal organ cancer. Mum's doctor told her that she should tell me, because of family history, to get a baseline mammogram at age 40.

So I went to the health centre around the time I turned 40, and asked (nicely) for a referral. My plan was to get it done while I was in Alberta on holiday. At first that was going well, and the nurse I saw said it shouldn't be a problem for me to get one. Then a week later I got a nasty phone call from someone else, saying that I wasn't eligible for 'medical travel' because mammograms were not covered until women are 50. I said, no, I don't want a trip, I'm going anyway, I just need a referral. There was silence for a while, and eventually I visited, and was told I couldn't even get a referral until I was 50. That's the rules.

So this spring when I went for my yearly checkup, I inquired again. Bob, the nurse I saw this time, bless his heart, did some research for me. (I pointed out, yet again, that I didn't want a trip. Just the piece of paper, please) He found that if a person has more than one close relative with breast cancer the recommendation is that she get a mammogram at 40, even here.

I'm going to Edmonton and Calgary next week. I knew this about a month ago, and I called the health centre again to see if I could make some arrangements. This time I called a nurse I knew would listen to what I was saying (Bob's gone, or I'd have called him.) and she called the clinic in Edmonton and found that I needed a doctor's signature.

So I went in the week before last to see the doctor. He had a website that he showed me, and he was calculating my risk. Apparently I have a 37.5% chance of developing breast cancer in my lifetime. But only a 0.5% chance in the next five years, so I figure I better get busy.

He signed the paper. I left it at the front desk, and went home.

Last week I started calling to see who was doing what with my paper. The call I got back, on Thursday, was another nurse, who told me she had made me a appointment in Yellowknife on the 10th of September for a mammogram...

No, no, no.

I explained, and she dubiously promised to try and get me an appointment in Edmonton. When I got off the phone, I said to Miguel, if I get breast cancer while I'm waiting for them to figure this out, I'm gonna sue them. He said he'd help.

In the end, I have a mammogram appointment IN EDMONTON on Friday of next week. You'd think, with the amount of trouble this took, that I was asking for state-funded breast implants or something. Nobody would really think that someone would want a mammogram for fun, would they? Like, frivolously?

Sunday, August 02, 2009

my little universe

I was reading the other day that 96% of all weblogs have not been updated in the last four months. Certainly the bloggers in my little universe have become much quieter of late. Even me.

So what happened?

When I first got access to the internet, in the form of bulletin boards, back in 1991, I spent time trading quips with strangers. Then I got the full internet in 1995, the whole experience, and I spent time writing poetry with strangers. I went on to write a Diaryland diary and traded comments back and forth with some other Diarylanders. When I shut down my Diaryland diary and moved to Blogspot, I got some new blog friends (Ed and Delia, also people I had never met) and we commented on each others' blogs. As time went by, more people that I knew in my (I hesitate to call it real) life were reading my weblog.

Then I joined Facebook. I have I think 80 some-odd friends there, mostly people who I either see in the street or have been around in person for some period of time in my life. (Except Delia and two people who added me thinking I'm the Kate who used to live here but is now in Ottawa).

Kirsten told me the other day that one of her teachers has read my weblog from start to finish.

Ed, before he shut down his wonderful blog, talked about the amount of editing and censoring he had to do.

The reason I shut down my Diaryland diary was that I was having marital difficulties while I was writing it, and I became uneasy that so much of my ballistic psyche was on the net. So many of my complaints and sarcasm. And since Miguel never read it, it was pretty one-sided. I was playing it for the story value. Yeah, exaggerating the angst. And re-reading it makes me re-feel all those jagged emotions and self-pity. And I don't like it.

I can't talk about my work in my blog. Even if I were to change everybody's names and tweak the situations, I worry that someone would find out who and where I was, and the powers-that-be would make an example of me.

And so, if I had to say why I think people aren't updating their blogs, I would go for: one in eleven minutes spent on the internet now is on a social networking site. The internet is becoming more about the people you know than the people you don't know. And for the people you know, you have to edit. You can't complain about them. Can't tell the work stories. Can't exaggerate. And if you can't fit it into a status line, chances are your readership will tire and move on to look at cottage pictures and videos of dachshund-that-plays-fetch-with-himself.

anyway.

I'm dieting. Trying to lose the last ten pounds that the exercise isn't budging. I gotta say, I haven't yet developed a taste for whole-wheat pasta, and yogurt with Splenda still makes my stomach hurt. Although if I don't think too hard about it, plain oatmeal with skim milk and strawberries is not too too bad.

Because, to motivate myself, I need to be able to drag my body through the trek to Everest. I've stopped eating sugar altogether and that's been the hardest thing so far.

Tuesday, July 21, 2009

through the clouds



we went to Starvation Cove on Sunday. I should have been working, because I have a mass of stuff to do and I'm not getting it done fast enough, but it was a sunny day and I decided to skip out and go on the trip. It was a beautiful drive, on the beach and over the anomalous pile of rocks to the Cove where the fish were rumoured to be currently hanging out.

Monday, July 06, 2009

the road to Mount Pelly


So yesterday I walked out to Mount Pelly. About 15kms I think, took me a bit under three hours. It turned out to be a perfect day, about 10 degrees with a light wind at my back to keep away the bugs, I needed a hat but didn't get too warm walking. The whole area is full of muskox, a couple of detours were necessary to avoid them. I've never seen them charge people but I've heard they do. One of the muskox detours was a bit muddy, the deep sticky mud that the tundra is so good at. When I got out to the cabin, I made coffee and sat in the porch for a while listening to the wind.

This picture is about three quarters of the way out. But the road is all like that.

Thursday, July 02, 2009

exodus

Jordan left for Ottawa today. He's gone to a sexual health conference with his mom. I know, that sounds strange.

Kirsten started guarding. She seems to be taking it all in her stride.

Ian and Rachel are off to Whitehorse tomorrow, and Miguel's going fishing with my new boss on Saturday, so it should be a quiet weekend here...

Tuesday, June 23, 2009

everest


Well, over the last month or so I've been making my arrangements. I'm booked on this. I asked my boss if I could have most of April off next year, and he said, sure. Then as I was walking out of his office he said, "Where are you going?" I replied, over my shoulder, "Oh, I'm going to Nepal." He said, "You're going where?"

I'm flying to Hong Kong and then to Kathmandu. It's going to take about four days to get there, from here.

Friday, May 15, 2009

Going home


Things I will miss about Hawaii:

- pineapple punch
- drinks with dark rum
- sitting on the deck in the morning with coffee and a book
- our lizard
- wearing my skirts and my new blue wrap
- driving with Rachel
- someone coming in while I'm out, to do the housework
- sunset on the beach
- sitting in the hot tub and watching the palm trees


Today I actually got up before seven, so as to get more time... We packed our stuff slowly, went for a last wistful walk on the beach, then checked out.

Our plans were to go to the Aquarium and then have supper before our flight, for some reason we thought that would fill our day. The aquarium was fun, sharks and turtles and we took lots of close-up blurry fish pictures. Of course, we were done there by 12:30... not really suppertime. So, the Sugar Museum, which was a bit old-people-ish, the Bailey House Museum which was more interesting, and the Iou Valley, where they filmed a bit of Jurassic Park. Now we're waiting for a plane...

Thursday, May 14, 2009

almost over


It is Thursday. Tomorrow we go home. Yesterday, as I was sitting on the deck with my book, listening to the waves and the birds, I realized that I was completely relaxed.

Rachel and I have both found that we tend to tire of 'activities' quickly...

The luau was a lot of fun. The dancers seemed oddly jubilant, barely suppressing laughter, and we caught their mood. Food was hot and fresh, pig and chicken and lots of fruit.

The sun has gone down. We built a sand igloo on the beach, and took pictures of it before the waves could wash it away. It's been a good trip, a fun experience and an excellent time with Rachel.

When I was on the phone with Ian the other day, dolphins were swimming by in the ocean, outside the window.

Tuesday, May 12, 2009

Tuesday


Yesterday we did drive to Makena, and saw the lava fields. I had imagined a smooth surface, but the lava was all chunky. The road was frighteningly narrow, and there were a few too many cars for the circumstances. We found a beach, Big Beach, where the waves were crashing, and Rachel filled her swimsuit with sand. I always find that I'm nervous about our stuff, that someone will wander by and steal our sweaty shoes and damp towels. I'm forever chcking for room key, wallet, rental car keys.

We've been listening to the soundtrack to Mamma Mia, endlessly, and singing along. I think it will probably now always take me back to road-tripping with Rachel, and palm trees, and winding roads.

Today we went up to Haleakala, the volcano, Rachel was brave and suppressed her fears. Steep switchback roads up through beautiful countryside, views down 10,00 feet and I can see why they would think the gods lived up there, on the roof of the world. Apparently sunrise is the time to be up there, but I can't see myself doing those roads in the dark, somehow. Tomorrow, a luau.

Sunday, May 10, 2009

Mother's day

Lanai and Molokai have their heads in the clouds this morning. I've got wet hair and coffee, and Rachel is burrowed under the covers, promising to get up by eight so we can go snorkeling. (One L or two in snorkelling? that was the biggest question yesterday).

I fell asleep at 9PM last night, and I'm up now, 7:30. I dreamt a lot. I can feel my brain reorganizing. I don't even really want to read.

Yesterday we walked along the beach to Lahaina. Rachel said to me, is this what you do, just walk? But she swam back, and I walked alongside. Today a catamaran is booked, to take us out. Miguel, whom I talked to last night, is jealous.

Snork



Snorkeling was awesome, I'd forgotten the feeling of floating gently above the fish, and the clicking sound the water makes in your ears. I'm more sunburnt, and tired, but it was totally worth it. At one point, I looked down, and a big brown turtle, the size of a large manhole cover, was swimming below me, looking around. I also saw some eels, and a couple of rays swimming together, like underwater bats. Tomorrow we're going on a road trip to Makena, I think.

Saturday, May 09, 2009

Hawaii, baby


Rachel is in the pool. Not a surprise, really. I'm sitting on our deck, from which I can see, I'm told, the islands of Molokai and Lanai. This morning we took our Arctic College bag up to the supermarket to do the bits of shopping - sunscreen, a towel, Kona coffee, water for Rachel, fresh mango ice cream, which is amazing, the richest, creamiest fruit ice cream I've ever tasted. French bread and cheese for lunch, and pasta for dinner. We have a kitchen.

I didn't think the prices were high in the store, but the lady who did the Aloha breakfast this morning seemed to think they were.

Friday, May 08, 2009

we're off

Vancouver Airport and we are early. Very early, the checkout counters haven't even opened yet. We are off to Hawaii, Rachel and I, for our week-in-the-sun. The alarm going at 3AM had me startled out of bed and rushing, but I think we could have slept a little longer. Oh well.

Tuesday, April 14, 2009

watch out

this is a quote from a website I was looking at earlier:

"If you are over the age of 40, have a clinical breast examination by a trained health professional at least every 2 years."

and it made me laugh, because I was thinking, yeah, don't get one of those untrained amateurs to 'examine' your breasts. the ones who hang around outside the washrooms at Sears...

Friday, April 10, 2009

my daybook

home alone

Put Rach on the plane today. Now it's just me and Joeby hangin' out til Tuesday. I made eggplant in black bean sauce last night, and was planning to have it for supper today with no-one to complain about the look/smell of such. Went to work for a while and did the things that needed doing, came home and it was almost five o'clock so I thought, ok, I'll have my dinner. Read my book while I was eating my lovely eggplant, but by ten after five it was all done and cleared away and I looked at the clock and thought, "now what?". Had a nap, Mum phoned to ask if I was lonely, and woke me up, which she always thinks is funny. Then I was contemplating a walk when the phone rang again, and it was an invitation to go do Ukrainian Easter eggs. So I went to do that, but I'm home again now, making toast and thinking about going to bed.

In the solitude I can listen to CBC in the kitchen, (it's playing right now) and not have the tv on if I don't want to, talk to the dog and my plants, take really long baths (we only have one bathroom and someone always has to go) hang around in my pajamas and watch as many back-to-back episodes of The First 48 as I want without anybody demanding to play Call of Duty, play my guitar without an audience (I still suck).

I've got a book I've been waiting to read, we're planning a service for Easter Sunday that should be quite beautiful, and tomorrow if the weather's nice I'm going to walk across the bay and take some pictures. I'm invited to Easter dinner with the other abandoned spouses, I'm making a ham, Peter's making a turkey and Gord's promised pumpkin pie and other stuff. (Karen and Patti, their spouses, are in Italy with Miguel and all the kids.)

Sunday, March 08, 2009

Hi, my name is Kate, and I'm a chocoholic.

Yeah, the universe is making this giving up chocolate thing very difficult.

So far in the last week I've been offered: chocolate bars (including the world's largest dark-chocolate-and-almond one brought back from YK by my new boss) chocolate chip cookies, chocolate chip cake (this one was HARD to resist) double chocolate cookies from a bake sale... and I'm sure some I've forgotten.

I really like chocolate. The hardest thing about the period of time when I wasn't eating any animal products was the lack of chocolate... and cheese. I like the way chocolate takes so long to eat, how it coats the inside of my mouth with soft sweetness, and the afterbite of the cocoa before the next creamy bite.

I'm not really helping myself, here. I should just go to bed. I just wanted you all to know that I really am making a sacrifice. A significant self-denial. I was thinking I might start stockpiling all the chocolate that's offered to me and then eat it all at once in a huge chocolatic binge when Easter comes but I suspect that's not the point either. oh well.

Random stuff

"One Breath" in the second season of the X-Files

"We Were So Far Away" - an exhibition featuring eight Inuit Residential School Survivors.

Saturday, February 28, 2009

Through a glass darkly

"Physicists looking for gravitational waves may have discovered instead the noise of space time breaking down into individual grains; these quantum convulsions, said one physicist, would confirm the theory that the universe is a blurry holographic projection of a distant two dimensional plane." -- Harper's, March 2009.

And then there's this.

Wednesday, February 25, 2009

remember you are dust

and to dust you shall return...

that's the recitation when the officiant (today it was me) puts the cross of ashes on the foreheads of those in attendance at the Ash Wednesday service. It was interesting. we lit lots of candles, and everybody had a reading, and we were relatively penitent. other than Kirsten's horror when she thought I was going to put ashes in her hair.

I'm giving up chocolate for Lent. Sigh. I may have to stockpile mini eggs and spend
Easter eating nothing but them. I know, that's not the idea.

Sunday, February 22, 2009

Books

I always tell the kids not to lend out a book unless you are prepared to not get it back. And it's funny, because I've started to think of books as sort of fluid, I buy them, people give them to me, I give them to other people, sometimes they come back, sometimes they don't. I went to a rummage sale last spring, before Ben and Christy were leaving (perhaps you'll remember the wedding on top of Mount Pelly?) and I bought a couple of books. One of which I read and then it was lying about when my friend Karen came over. She saw it and said, "Oh, I've lost my copy of that, and I haven't read it yet." I said, "Did you lend it to Christy?" She replied that she may have done. I gave her the book. A week or so later, I was at Patti's and saw a Minette Walters on the floor that I haven't read. I asked to borrow it. When I brought it back, Patti looked at it in confusion and said, "Actually I don't know that that was my book in the first place." Last time I was at her house, it had moved to a shelf. Hopefully its owner feels the same way we do.

If you haven't yet, read Three Cups of Tea. It's not at all related to the Five People you Meet in Heaven stuff, like I thought...

Wednesday, February 18, 2009

ash wednesday

So next week I've agreed to lead an Ash Wednesday service at church. The start of Lent. Last year I gave up cream and sugar in my coffee, and I didn't start having it again, afterwards. Not sure what I'm going to give up this year. Bathing, perhaps?

Also we had a vestry meeting at church and they elected me secretary. Which is actually kind of cool because it means I get the key to the church mailbox and I can read all the mail first.

Rachel and I are planning our trip to Hawaii.

Wednesday, February 11, 2009

God loves me



we said, can we get that in writing?
hate American Idol. hate it.

Saturday, January 17, 2009

in the middle of the night

Miguel asked me what I'd been doing, while I couldn't sleep. I told him I'd been thinking about being dead. He was a bit alarmed, and asked me if there was anything I'd like to talk about, but there isn't, really.

There's something about the prevalence of darkness that makes my thoughts slower, and closer to something eternal. Add to that the usual clarity that comes with lack of food, and it's been a bit surreal lately. When I say I'm thinking about being dead, it's more that I'm thinking about all the things that no-one will ever be able to understand, the things that have been in front of me but I can't put into words.

Like how the light used to fall, in the alley behind the coffee shop, when I still smoked, and I snuck out to have a cigarette in the late afternoon. And I wished I was at home with my kids rather than making muffins, because time was passing in their lives and I was missing it.

I guess partly because Kirsten's leaving home soon, my thoughts are backward rather than forward. I don't have to think as much about work (I say that, but I woke up this morning at six o'clock remembering a firearms prohibition I forgot to enter) and in some ways I'm trying to make sense of the past so I can move on. Is that possible? I think I'm probably about half way through things now, and although at times I think I haven't accomplished anything, I also want to remind myself that I've had such a varied and interesting life in many ways.

Friday, January 16, 2009

la la la

Just to add to the fun of court week, which this was, I got the virulent stomach flu that has been terrorizing the town. Monday at midnight I was very sorry that I had eaten a full dinner at 5pm, and by 3 am I was wishing for a speedy death. I haven't eaten a meal since, I've been drinking tea and juice and yogurt Tubes and hoping that this will keep me alive for a while longer. Unfortunately it's hard to sleep on an empty stomach. Food just still smells so terrible I can't see putting it in my mouth...

Saturday, January 03, 2009

another day

Rachel and I went swimming today, while the others did yet more shopping. Nice warm pool, and not too many people. We also went out for dinner at Red Lobster and that was also lovely. lots of yummy seafood. Tomorrow it's back to Edmonton but I did manage to find an 8 am service, so I'll be going to that.

Dad had his knee operation yesterday, and all went well. He's recovering, although he's still in a lot of pain.

Friday, January 02, 2009

shopping

well, the girls got to do some shopping this afternoon at Chinook. I actually found a daybooK in the style I like at Chapters so the hunt is over for this year. I also bought a beautiful amethyst ring with the money Grannie left me.

we're heading back to Edmonton on Sunday, but I'm hoping to go to church here on Sunday morning, if there's an early service, not sure where yet. we don't get to have Communion ever at home, because we're only lay leaders, and I miss it.

so many people here...