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What I'd Say, Today

I wanna call Dad today. I wanna phone him and tell him all about what I did. There's no one else I really want to tell. There's no one else who will appreciate it the way he would.

I want to ask him if he remembers three or four years ago when I sent one of Ben's baby toys home with him to see if he could fix it. It had these two wheels on it that had stopped turning the way they were supposed to. I can't remember now if he opened it all up and couldn't figure out why it wasn't working, or if he just never got around to it and I finally gave up and took it back home, or what.

Today I took it out for Hannah to play with. I thought of him right away. I thought of asking him to fix it years ago, and I wished he was here to ask him again.

I figured it would still be fun without the moving parts anyways. But I'm my Dad's daughter, and that didn't last long. I have the same belief in my ability to fix things that he did. His was based on a moderate amount of…

Street View

Before I get started on the real reason for this post, I have to say: I love our neighbourhood. It feels like such a "neighborhood". It's very neighborly. Because it's not really a drive, almost a crescent, there isn't very much traffic. Well, not vehicular traffic anyways. There is a LOT of walking and bike riding and wandering done on our street. Especially by the children who live here. Which means when Ben and Sam play in the front yard, which they can do a little more safely because there aren't that many cars driving by, they attract attention.

Hold on. I'll be right back.

See that? That's what's going on right now outside. Well, actually not. I see through the window Glen bringing Hannah in right now. She has a booter.

This is what I remember our neighborhood being like when I grew up. I'm so glad we moved onto this street. It's so fab. Ben and Sam have all kinds of friends who come by to play after school, or who drop off toys that th…

This World Is Not My Home?

I've been thinking about heaven a lot lately, for obvious reasons. And because I'm reading this book. (I think I borrowed it from Mom and Dad's house a few years ago, but never read it till now. Probably without asking first, don't tell Mom.)

Of course I find it comforting... To think of Dad there, with Grampa, and Johnny and Melissa's babies, and Mavis, and his uncle Henry. In one of the first chapters Don talks about arriving in heaven and being surrounded and greeted by people he loves and who love him, and how perfectly joyful he felt. I think about that a lot. I know as a Christian I'm supposed to have already had a longing for heaven, I'm supposed to view this world as only temporary, and I'm supposed to value heavenly pleasures above earthly ones, but honestly, I've never been very good at that.

It's just so hard to long for such an abstract place, especially when you set it beside such concrete happiness. The pleasure of my little boy'…

Ring Those Phones

Things in our house are pretty miserable right now. I'm sick. All the kids are sick. Hannah is miserable. Sam is miserable. Ben is trying to cheer them up, but not very successfully. Just now Sam was crying because he wants to play Nintendo, and Ben was trying to give him a Lego creation he made just for him.

Me: Sammy if you can stop crying you can go play.
Sam: I am! I am stopping!
Ben: Here Sam. Here Sammy I made this for you!
Sam ignores Ben and tries to get past him.
Glen: Sam that's not very nice.
Ben: See Sammy? I made this for you!
Sam: It's borning. (Boring.)
Me: Sammy. You be nice. Tell Ben thank-you.
Sam: Thank-you very much Ben, but it's borning.

What can you do with a kid like that? Mostly laugh. Monster.

Telemiracle is on TV right now. I almost forgot about it till Aunty Susan reminded me on facebook. I remember the day Mom and I went into the Telemiracle office in Saskatoon to drop off some final papers and to inform them that Dad hadn't made it... And the gi…

I Know Why

First, let me just say how humiliating it is to talk about this in public.

Second, let me point out that this is all Ang's fault, I wasn't going to watch, but she wanted me to so we could talk about it. And Mom was watching. And I really have nothing to do on Monday nights anyways.

Third, let me also warn you that there will only be a few of you who will know what I'm talking about, and fewer still who will be interested.

Now that I have that out of the way...

I know why Jake picked Vienna and not Tenley. He couldn't put it into words, but I can. And there's a good reason for that. He's not a real man. Well, he is, but he's not a manly man. And of course, he is completely unaware of that, so how could he explain it to Tenley? Or himself?

Anyways. That's what it all comes down to. Remember that first date with Vienna, and he was all crying on her shoulder? And how he was so scared, but Vienna was the brave one and helped him face his fears. Try and picture t…