Today I worshipped
And shiny glass bits
Washed up on shore.
Green and purple
Glass, edges rounded,
Tossed up by pounding waves.
Child’s treasure. Burnished glass
And pebble stones
Worn smooth at lakes edge.
Today I worshipped.
And the stones
Cried out his praises,
While I hunted treasures
With a little boy.
I decided about a month ago that I simply had to get in shape. Sitting in front of a computer studying or going out for “coffee” with the women I have been caring about in Edmonton has not been good for my waist line or for my physical condition. I was basically getting fat and lazy. I think that a person actually loses energy as one does less and then it becomes a vicious cycle.
So, anyway, I joined Curves. An exercise place for women.
This week I have managed to go four times. I wonder if my body is getting in better shape?
Did you know that all of their exercise machines have little chips readers that set the machine’s resistance on an individual basis? So as I go around this little computer chip is my personal slave driver telling me to go harder, faster, harder, more repetitions. A virtual slave driver. And I pay for this.
What have I come to!
Tonight I have very sore feet. I have no idea if I have lost an ounce of weight but I do believe I feel more energetic.
But it hurts.
Thank God for ibuprofen.
I did not expect to wake up to this!
It is a good day for a Sabbath.
It has been over a month.
Something about blogging just does not call to me like it used to. I guess that is just the way things go. I still enjoy reading the blogs of the friends I know here but even that I am not so faithful at. Forgive me.
Life has just gotten in the way and it has become less important to write about it than to spend time just doing it.
But still there is something about writing out the thoughts of my heart that I want to do. It is good for me to do too. So I will try and return here.
The focus may change. That is, you may get more contemplative thoughts. If I have them.
Less activities. Maybe I will get back to photos again since they record things I feel in a visual way.
Talk to you later – hopefully not a month from now. I’ll try and do better than that.
Yesterday I made a trip to Saskatoon for the White Coat Ceremony for the 2nd year students at the College of Dentistry. This is basically a time before they begin treating live patients when they vow to practice their new profession ethically. This year the first class of the college was invited to cloak the students since this is our 40th anniversary since graduating.
As I pointed out to the other 6 of my classmates who were there, we left behind our own legacy, notably the “Boot Play” trophy which is still passed on to the student who makes the biggest gaff of the year. Like we did – to the student who left us to join the Med students. We had other disasters we celebrated later with much laughter – the gold crown getting its final polish that was sucked up into the vacuum system and the long hair that got entangled in the old belt driven slow speed handpiece. Those were the days!
Our class were the pioneers, making do in temporary quarters, learning to improvise when we lacked some tool. Good training. As Jim said we were a “first class” first class. Yesterday seven of us were there for the ceremony but all ten of us are living and the seven of us that were there still are practicing to some degree.
I spent the rest of the day applying for a new passport, had supper with Sara and saw her new lodging – way out on the south end of Saskatoon – a place that did not exist the last time I drove south of town. Then decided to spend the evening with Dave, Annette and kids; watched a movie and slept over.
Which is why I was up and driving home when the sun came up. I took advantage of a day with no fixed agenda to drive off the beaten track and snap the red sky as the sun came over the fields and forest.
get older when I am sure his mother has hardly doubled her age? It seems strange to think that he is 38 already. That age even sounds a bit on the old side to me.
But there he is. Thirty eight already. Having to watch his blood pressure no less! With one super smart and strong willed 3 year old child catching on too quickly to how to manipulate words and the next baby only about three months from being born.
He has almost grown up.
Kids Klub this week was pretty tame compared to the last couple of weeks when the young men who are really too old for kids stuff dropped by anyway for a free supper and an occasion to try and drive the supervising adults crazy. Tonight it was just kids. The boys who made themselves unwelcome last week were nowhere to be seen. Thank you to their parents for some great help.
We were about 23 kids tonight. I had the story telling and craft duty tonight and the story was Jacob and Esau. Twins but not at all alike. So we looked at things that were similar but not quite identical. Then we talked about the things we are good at – our gifts and how we are all different. God loves all of us even though we are all different and have different skills.
Taught the story once to the older kids and then again to the wee ones.
Then I came home exhausted. So I veged out in front of the TV for a bit with Nan. We laughed together at the Dumbest Things on Wheels and wondered how they arrange to get such crazy videos. I wonder if people are really that desperate to get their failed stunts on TV that they would risk injury to do it?
People never fail to amaze me.