My daughter just had to make my morning and inform me that the forecast was calling for snow on Sunday. It's just one more thing to remind me that summer really seems to be over. I had all sorts of marvellous plans for the two months of summer vacation, but as usual, the time passed and I had to keep chopping projects off my list. I just dream too big and forget how long most things take to do. Even though many of my planned activities didn't happen, other things took their place.
Last spring the shower stall in our downstairs bathroom finally fell apart for good. It has been threatening this for a long time, but when the door fell off this time, we knew it couldn't be fixed. Since we were tearing things apart anyway, I decided it was time to paint and decorate. For those of you who have been in my house, this is not something I normally do. Choosing a paint colour scares me to death. I don't like spending money on home decor when I could spend the same money on food. Most of our house is filled with hand me downs and cast-off furniture that only kind of matches if you squint and use your imagination.
So the kids who share that bathroom gave me their input, and the only colour they could agree on was red. Let me just say that I am not a huge fan of red. I don't wear it and I don't put it in my house. But this is the room they use and we started coming up with a plan. We picked a colour and bought the paint. Then I went to Idaho for a week. When I called home, my husband told me he had finished the first coat. "It looks like dried blood," he said. My daughter got on the phone and reassured me that it really was beautiful. I decided to believe her because the dried blood image was just too disturbing. When I returned home last Saturday I went downstairs to have a look. It is much brighter than I had originally imagined, but my daughter was right. It is quite pretty.
Another project that distracted me from other things is the office. We have one room that serves as an office for my husband and me and also as a guest bedroom. There is a built in bunk bed, several bookshelves and two tables we use as desks. A few weeks ago, my uncle offered me a desk he wanted to get rid of. It is one of the monstrous old teacher's desks that has to be forty years old. It is solid wood and in great shape. I'd been dreaming of a desk with drawers to replace the table, but the problem was the colour. The blond wood just didn't inspire me. So I decided to clean it up and paint it white. A set of new drawer pulls and the desk looks like new. Of course, I couldn't put my shiny new desk in my sad beige office, so another painting project was born. Now everything needs to come out of the office so we can finish that project.
We work on these when we can, but Sunday my mother called to tell us she will be coming for two weeks in October. I guess that will be the added motivation to finish these chores that keep snowballing and get the house put back together. Sadly, I didn't take any before pictures, but I'll be sure to post pictures of the finished rooms.
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Tuesday, 14 September 2010
Monday, 12 July 2010
My Tough Girls
I had the opportunity to go to Young Women's camp last week. To be honest, it wasn't something I looked forward to. I had been called to work with the girls only a month before camp, so I wasn't involved with the planning, but the other leaders kept talking about how it would be a survivor experience, at the girl's request. On top of that, I knew I would struggle with my allergies.
The Laurel's (the 16-17 year-olds) left on Wednesday to canoe the river. As a mother, I was a little concerned because they had so little experience. Every time they planned a practise trip, it had to be cancelled because of the very wet spring we had. The rivers were always too high, and they were lucky the one they ended up going on had dropped low enough for them to go. I sent my oldest daughter of and trusted that two of the men going with them had enough experience to bring them all in safely.
The rest of the girls and leaders met Thursday morning. We loaded up our gear and headed out to the campsite. When we arrived, I was glad to see the older girls and they were certainly glad to see us. My daughter started crying when she saw me and gave me a huge hug. She didn't look so good. Her face was a little swollen and her eyes were puffy and red. She told us how they had had quiet the adventure on the river, and almost every member of their group had been dumped from a canoe at least once. At one point, she ended up in the water and got tangled up in a tree branch. It held her under water a little longer than was comfortable, but she realized that if she stopped fighting it, she might float free. It worked, but left her quite shaken.
I realized quickly that the red face was more than the result of a few tears. Over the next 24 hours it continued to swell and become more painful for her. I suggested several times that I take her home so we could get medical attention for it, but she refused and insisted on sticking it out. We gave her antihistamines and watched her closely.
The first thing the girls had to do was set up camp. They had planned on building their own shelter and the leaders weren't supposed to help. The also had to dig a latrine and set up a food preparation area. It took them some time, but they worked together well and accomplished the tasks. The other big activity they had was their version of the amazing race. They were given maps and directions, then they had to use a compass to follow the map and get to each station. At every stop there were certain tasks they had to do - fire starting, whittling, first aid, making a travois and transporting a team member, and identifying edible and non-edible plants. There was also a difficult obstacle course just after lunch. It was a hot day and the activity took a lot out of them, but they did it. Of course, when all that was over, they were grateful for all the free time when they could just play in the river.
I was so proud of my girls. My youngest felt a little out of place. It was her first camp and she has a hard time relating with the other girls there, but she never complained. She kept a smile on her face and went out of her way to encourage others and cheer people up. As for my oldest daughter, I have rarely seen such strength of character. I would have quit long before she did. Instead of moaning about how difficult things were, she kept asking how the others were doing and trying to help them out. She worked hard even when some of the other girls didn't want to. Saturday morning, she finally agreed that a trip to the nearest emergency room would be in order. While I finished getting things ready to go, she busied herself helping another leader do some work around camp. And through it all, she smiled and kept a positive attitude. I don't think I could have done the same.
By the time we got home, the pain finally got to her. Her smile faded and she just wanted to sleep all afternoon. The medication seems to be working slowly and we made another trip to the doctor today. He thinks she reacted to the sun and possibly the sunscreen. The swelling is starting to go down, although she is still quite red. She looks like she has two black eyes (well, really red and purple eyes). The hardest part for her is realizing that she will have to be careful when out in the sun. I told her she'll just have to make hats part of her own personal style, although she thinks she'll look dumb. She things I'm just being a silly mother when I tell her that she will always be beautiful.
In the end, I was very proud of all the girls at camp. It was wonderful to be with a group that got along, worked well together and didn't have any little fights during the time we were there. They were strong and I hope they all learned that they can do hard things. As for my own daughters, I hope I can live up to their example. They are amazing girls who teach me everyday. I'm just thankful I get to be their mother.
The Laurel's (the 16-17 year-olds) left on Wednesday to canoe the river. As a mother, I was a little concerned because they had so little experience. Every time they planned a practise trip, it had to be cancelled because of the very wet spring we had. The rivers were always too high, and they were lucky the one they ended up going on had dropped low enough for them to go. I sent my oldest daughter of and trusted that two of the men going with them had enough experience to bring them all in safely.
The rest of the girls and leaders met Thursday morning. We loaded up our gear and headed out to the campsite. When we arrived, I was glad to see the older girls and they were certainly glad to see us. My daughter started crying when she saw me and gave me a huge hug. She didn't look so good. Her face was a little swollen and her eyes were puffy and red. She told us how they had had quiet the adventure on the river, and almost every member of their group had been dumped from a canoe at least once. At one point, she ended up in the water and got tangled up in a tree branch. It held her under water a little longer than was comfortable, but she realized that if she stopped fighting it, she might float free. It worked, but left her quite shaken.
I realized quickly that the red face was more than the result of a few tears. Over the next 24 hours it continued to swell and become more painful for her. I suggested several times that I take her home so we could get medical attention for it, but she refused and insisted on sticking it out. We gave her antihistamines and watched her closely.
The first thing the girls had to do was set up camp. They had planned on building their own shelter and the leaders weren't supposed to help. The also had to dig a latrine and set up a food preparation area. It took them some time, but they worked together well and accomplished the tasks. The other big activity they had was their version of the amazing race. They were given maps and directions, then they had to use a compass to follow the map and get to each station. At every stop there were certain tasks they had to do - fire starting, whittling, first aid, making a travois and transporting a team member, and identifying edible and non-edible plants. There was also a difficult obstacle course just after lunch. It was a hot day and the activity took a lot out of them, but they did it. Of course, when all that was over, they were grateful for all the free time when they could just play in the river.
I was so proud of my girls. My youngest felt a little out of place. It was her first camp and she has a hard time relating with the other girls there, but she never complained. She kept a smile on her face and went out of her way to encourage others and cheer people up. As for my oldest daughter, I have rarely seen such strength of character. I would have quit long before she did. Instead of moaning about how difficult things were, she kept asking how the others were doing and trying to help them out. She worked hard even when some of the other girls didn't want to. Saturday morning, she finally agreed that a trip to the nearest emergency room would be in order. While I finished getting things ready to go, she busied herself helping another leader do some work around camp. And through it all, she smiled and kept a positive attitude. I don't think I could have done the same.
By the time we got home, the pain finally got to her. Her smile faded and she just wanted to sleep all afternoon. The medication seems to be working slowly and we made another trip to the doctor today. He thinks she reacted to the sun and possibly the sunscreen. The swelling is starting to go down, although she is still quite red. She looks like she has two black eyes (well, really red and purple eyes). The hardest part for her is realizing that she will have to be careful when out in the sun. I told her she'll just have to make hats part of her own personal style, although she thinks she'll look dumb. She things I'm just being a silly mother when I tell her that she will always be beautiful.
In the end, I was very proud of all the girls at camp. It was wonderful to be with a group that got along, worked well together and didn't have any little fights during the time we were there. They were strong and I hope they all learned that they can do hard things. As for my own daughters, I hope I can live up to their example. They are amazing girls who teach me everyday. I'm just thankful I get to be their mother.
Friday, 31 July 2009
Just a Few Things...
No I haven't fallen off the face of the earth, but I certainly have been neglecting my blogs. I can't believe our summer is half over. My brain is starting to contemplate school shopping and looking for a new job in the fall. But there is still some summer left to enjoy, so I better not get ahead of myself.
Last weekend was my 20 year high school reunion. Everything went well and everyone had a great time. Since I had spent so much time and effort planning it, I was just glad to see it over. We had dinner Friday night for the adults, breakfast Saturday morning for families and then we rode the float in the Magrath parade. It was quite hot, but the guys I graduated with made sure we girls didn't suffer and doused all of us in water at the end of the parade. After the initial shock, it felt good. Fun times.
My computer is still sick and we found out today it is the motherboard. Not a cheap fix like we hoped. I was hoping to have it fixed to take with me to Idaho this weekend so I could work on submitting again.
Wednesday I received another email rejection. Even though I think I should get used to it, each one throws me for a loop. So I need to work up another submission package for Double Deceit and also a new package for Finding Rose. I'll probably end up sending them out about the same time. Then more waiting.
Without my laptop working, I'll need to come up with a whole new plan for my Idaho trip. We are taking my oldest daughter to Rexburg for EFY and then the rest of the family will hang out with my sister all week. Anyone have anything interesting we just have to see in the Idaho Falls area?
That's what I've been up to. Maybe I'll get to a computer in the next week, but I'm not counting on it. Meanwhile, I'll travel the old fashioned way with pens and paper.
Last weekend was my 20 year high school reunion. Everything went well and everyone had a great time. Since I had spent so much time and effort planning it, I was just glad to see it over. We had dinner Friday night for the adults, breakfast Saturday morning for families and then we rode the float in the Magrath parade. It was quite hot, but the guys I graduated with made sure we girls didn't suffer and doused all of us in water at the end of the parade. After the initial shock, it felt good. Fun times.
My computer is still sick and we found out today it is the motherboard. Not a cheap fix like we hoped. I was hoping to have it fixed to take with me to Idaho this weekend so I could work on submitting again.
Wednesday I received another email rejection. Even though I think I should get used to it, each one throws me for a loop. So I need to work up another submission package for Double Deceit and also a new package for Finding Rose. I'll probably end up sending them out about the same time. Then more waiting.
Without my laptop working, I'll need to come up with a whole new plan for my Idaho trip. We are taking my oldest daughter to Rexburg for EFY and then the rest of the family will hang out with my sister all week. Anyone have anything interesting we just have to see in the Idaho Falls area?
That's what I've been up to. Maybe I'll get to a computer in the next week, but I'm not counting on it. Meanwhile, I'll travel the old fashioned way with pens and paper.
Wednesday, 15 July 2009
Odds and Ends
This post should have been written a few weeks ago telling everyone that I would be participating in Tristi's July challenge. Let's just say that hasn't worked out. I should know that taking on something like that in July is just asking for trouble.
I really was gearing up to start a new book and have it mostly finished by the end of the month, then the laptop died. Can I just say I've really discovered just how addicted I am to that little machine? I use it for everything. I let the battery run down and when I plugged it in to recharge, there was nothing. No power coming from the cord. Nothing. Thinking it was a faulty cord, since I'd already had trouble with it, we ordered a new one. That didn't work. My husband removed the hard drive and I was able to take all my writing files and transfer them to the family computer. (Yes, I do back things up, but this was the easiest way to get all of them quickly.) So here I am going on three weeks without my most valuable tool. It's driving me crazy. Meanwhile, I'm typing away on the sluggish family computer and wondering how Charles Dickens and Jane Austen managed to write as much as they did with just a paper, pen and poor lighting. Guess I don't have it so rough.
Right around the time of my laptop's illness, I took a in wedding dress to do some alterations. Gorgeous dress, nightmare alterations. The skirt is a cloud of vertical flounces. Not your standard hemming job and then she wanted it taken in about four sizes. This is one time I was glad a girl had picked a dress with no sleeves. Tomorrow I'll finish rebeading some spots on the bodice and hem the lining. Then I can happily send it on its way.
It took me long time to get to the dress because my sewing room was invaded by teenagers. My daughter and her friends were frantically sewing to get their costumes ready for Zion's Camp (pioneer trek). They each made bonnets, bloomers and dresses for the four day experience. I was amazed at my daughter's sewing ability. She still has a lot to learn, but I thought she could do little more than the occasional pair of pajama pants. With very little help, she made a dress, and helped her friends with their sewing projects. I was glad they needed so little guidance from me. She and my son had a wonderful time at Zion's camp and are still talking about it. I almost wish I could have gone.
It feels like summer has just gotten going and I keep trying to get in the swing of things. But just yesterday I realized that my 20 year class reunion is next weekend and then summer will be half over. I still can't figure out how I ended up in charge of that event, but I have a ton to do in the next eight days. There are several people I've managed to pull in and they are a great help, but I keep feeling like I have to hold everything together and make it a memorable weekend. Should be fun. We've been reliving the '80's at my house. I'm loving some of the great music. My kids can't wait to have 'normal' music back in the cd player. I just laugh. Someday they will be old too.
So with all that, I'm bowing out of Tristi's challenge this month. But don't give up on me Tristi. I'm looking forward to the next one.
I really was gearing up to start a new book and have it mostly finished by the end of the month, then the laptop died. Can I just say I've really discovered just how addicted I am to that little machine? I use it for everything. I let the battery run down and when I plugged it in to recharge, there was nothing. No power coming from the cord. Nothing. Thinking it was a faulty cord, since I'd already had trouble with it, we ordered a new one. That didn't work. My husband removed the hard drive and I was able to take all my writing files and transfer them to the family computer. (Yes, I do back things up, but this was the easiest way to get all of them quickly.) So here I am going on three weeks without my most valuable tool. It's driving me crazy. Meanwhile, I'm typing away on the sluggish family computer and wondering how Charles Dickens and Jane Austen managed to write as much as they did with just a paper, pen and poor lighting. Guess I don't have it so rough.
Right around the time of my laptop's illness, I took a in wedding dress to do some alterations. Gorgeous dress, nightmare alterations. The skirt is a cloud of vertical flounces. Not your standard hemming job and then she wanted it taken in about four sizes. This is one time I was glad a girl had picked a dress with no sleeves. Tomorrow I'll finish rebeading some spots on the bodice and hem the lining. Then I can happily send it on its way.
It took me long time to get to the dress because my sewing room was invaded by teenagers. My daughter and her friends were frantically sewing to get their costumes ready for Zion's Camp (pioneer trek). They each made bonnets, bloomers and dresses for the four day experience. I was amazed at my daughter's sewing ability. She still has a lot to learn, but I thought she could do little more than the occasional pair of pajama pants. With very little help, she made a dress, and helped her friends with their sewing projects. I was glad they needed so little guidance from me. She and my son had a wonderful time at Zion's camp and are still talking about it. I almost wish I could have gone.
It feels like summer has just gotten going and I keep trying to get in the swing of things. But just yesterday I realized that my 20 year class reunion is next weekend and then summer will be half over. I still can't figure out how I ended up in charge of that event, but I have a ton to do in the next eight days. There are several people I've managed to pull in and they are a great help, but I keep feeling like I have to hold everything together and make it a memorable weekend. Should be fun. We've been reliving the '80's at my house. I'm loving some of the great music. My kids can't wait to have 'normal' music back in the cd player. I just laugh. Someday they will be old too.
So with all that, I'm bowing out of Tristi's challenge this month. But don't give up on me Tristi. I'm looking forward to the next one.
Wednesday, 27 May 2009
Don't Forget Your Sunscreen
We have been having a run of track meets to attend over the last week. Last Thursday, my son participated in the junior high meet while my older daughter got to skip out of her classes and be the score keeper.
I've been preaching the benefits of sunscreen to these kids since they were old enough to talk but do you think either of them remembered? Both came home resembling lobsters. My son has very sensitive skin and by the time school ended, he had a horrific sunburn on his face and arms and his nose was one big blister. I'd go into details, but I won't. Let's just say it was gross. With numerous applications of aloe, lavender water, and cider vinegar his nose healed quickly and seems to be almost back to normal. (The vinegar was NOT on his nose. I can only imagine vinegar on a blister would add insult to injury.) But I don't even want to think about the permanent damage to his skin from his yearly sunburns.
My oldest daughter also came home with her fair share. She got the same first aid treatment, but her biggest problem was her feet. She couldn't wear anything more than flip-flops for a few days as her toes and the top of her feet were red and swollen. To top it off, she 'forgot' to drink enough water all day. So by the time she finished helping out at the track meet and then performing in a highland dance recital that evening, she was suffering a mild case of heat exhaustion.
Today, my youngest daughter had her track meet. I asked her several times this morning if she had remembered her sunscreen. She assured me she had and told me she didn't want to have the same problems as her siblings. Well, she did remember. Except for the back of her legs and her shoulder/collarbone area. At least she has a much darker complexion than the other two. The red will fade to the beginnings of her deep summer tan by Friday. Still, how many times must I tell them to wear sunscreen? Will they never learn?
We also had a bit of a scare at the track meet today. I was watching the youngest do her high jump event when another parent came to get me and told me my daughter had collapsed. I ran over to the track to find her laying on the ground surrounded by teachers. They said they weren't sure what happened, but she had passed out. Long story short, we ended up at the clinic so the doctor could make sure everything was okay, and after a shot in the stomach and an afternoon in bed, she seems back to normal. I'm not good with this kind of thing though. When I'm supposed to be tough and take care of the situation, I'm fighting back tears. I hate seeing my babies in pain. I guess it's a learning, growing experience for all of us.
Meanwhile, the meets are over. We'll file the memories away and pull them out next year, a little fuzzy around the edges. The sunburns won't seem as bad, and we'll look forward to another day enjoying the sun. And no - they'll probably never learn.
I've been preaching the benefits of sunscreen to these kids since they were old enough to talk but do you think either of them remembered? Both came home resembling lobsters. My son has very sensitive skin and by the time school ended, he had a horrific sunburn on his face and arms and his nose was one big blister. I'd go into details, but I won't. Let's just say it was gross. With numerous applications of aloe, lavender water, and cider vinegar his nose healed quickly and seems to be almost back to normal. (The vinegar was NOT on his nose. I can only imagine vinegar on a blister would add insult to injury.) But I don't even want to think about the permanent damage to his skin from his yearly sunburns.
My oldest daughter also came home with her fair share. She got the same first aid treatment, but her biggest problem was her feet. She couldn't wear anything more than flip-flops for a few days as her toes and the top of her feet were red and swollen. To top it off, she 'forgot' to drink enough water all day. So by the time she finished helping out at the track meet and then performing in a highland dance recital that evening, she was suffering a mild case of heat exhaustion.
Today, my youngest daughter had her track meet. I asked her several times this morning if she had remembered her sunscreen. She assured me she had and told me she didn't want to have the same problems as her siblings. Well, she did remember. Except for the back of her legs and her shoulder/collarbone area. At least she has a much darker complexion than the other two. The red will fade to the beginnings of her deep summer tan by Friday. Still, how many times must I tell them to wear sunscreen? Will they never learn?
We also had a bit of a scare at the track meet today. I was watching the youngest do her high jump event when another parent came to get me and told me my daughter had collapsed. I ran over to the track to find her laying on the ground surrounded by teachers. They said they weren't sure what happened, but she had passed out. Long story short, we ended up at the clinic so the doctor could make sure everything was okay, and after a shot in the stomach and an afternoon in bed, she seems back to normal. I'm not good with this kind of thing though. When I'm supposed to be tough and take care of the situation, I'm fighting back tears. I hate seeing my babies in pain. I guess it's a learning, growing experience for all of us.
Meanwhile, the meets are over. We'll file the memories away and pull them out next year, a little fuzzy around the edges. The sunburns won't seem as bad, and we'll look forward to another day enjoying the sun. And no - they'll probably never learn.
Tuesday, 26 May 2009
Nothing Like a Good Book
As I've mentioned in previous posts, this spring has been hectic. I always know life has gotten away from me when I don't take the time to read. During the first part of the year I read most of the Whitneys and cast my vote, but other than that, my library card has been sadly unused. The stack of books I brought home from the LDStorymakers conference still sits untouched. (Except for the books I brought my kids - they were promptly devoured and then added to my pile.)
After I sent off the manuscript yesterday, my brain felt fried and I found myself a little at lose ends. Not to say there weren't things waiting for some attention. The sewing room has countless projects waiting for some attention, there is always cleaning to do, correspondence to catch up on, and a 20 year reunion to finish planning. But there wasn't anything with a real deadline attached.
So I read a book - from start to finish. Then I started a second one. I'm looking forward to this summer when I won't be working at the school and I won't be babysitting. I will be working my way through the massive pile of books I want to read. And the great thing about reading - I feel more relaxed and better able to cope with the things life throws at me. Perhaps best of all, I can feel the creative juices start to flow again. I think there's a story just dying to get out. I'll let you know when I find it.
After I sent off the manuscript yesterday, my brain felt fried and I found myself a little at lose ends. Not to say there weren't things waiting for some attention. The sewing room has countless projects waiting for some attention, there is always cleaning to do, correspondence to catch up on, and a 20 year reunion to finish planning. But there wasn't anything with a real deadline attached.
So I read a book - from start to finish. Then I started a second one. I'm looking forward to this summer when I won't be working at the school and I won't be babysitting. I will be working my way through the massive pile of books I want to read. And the great thing about reading - I feel more relaxed and better able to cope with the things life throws at me. Perhaps best of all, I can feel the creative juices start to flow again. I think there's a story just dying to get out. I'll let you know when I find it.
Monday, 4 August 2008
Still on Vacation
Our vacation has gone well to this point. We spent last weekend at a family reunion in Springville. It was so nice to get together with family and see everyone. There are many new members of the family added through marriage and new babies. We definitely don't get together often enough.
This reunion was for all the descendants of my paternal grandma and grandpa. My sister made the observation that every member of the family is active in the LDS church. My grandparents were pretty amazing people to raise a family who are all strong in their beliefs and who find such joy in each other's company. It was funny whenever one of the little ones cried and every mother jumped because they all sound so much the same. This reunion just ended and I'm already looking forward to the next one.
Now we hanging out in South Jordan so my kids can spend some time with their grandparents. They've gone up to temple square today while Rick and I did a little shopping of our own. We really aren't consumers though. We did a lot of looking around but didn't buy much.
Tomorrow we are on our way to Arizona so my kids can experience real heat. That should be interesting. I'm looking forward to showing them the interesting plant life in Arizona, the Grand Canyon, and best of all my mother's side of the family.
Wednesday, 16 July 2008
Where is Summer Going?
My guests left last Saturday. Once they gathered up all their things, packed the vehicle and got on their way, I turned to survey the remains of a fun week with the cousins. Surprisingly, the house didn't look bad at all. It was hard to tell before, because the kids spent the week going through hundreds of water balloons and towels. When all the towels were gathered and put in the washing machine, all that was left to do was a quick tidy of each room.
Now the kids are starting swimming lessons, my oldest daughter has started her summer job, and I am trying to catch up on my word count. Next weekend will be our annual town celebration which we always look forward to. Our next set of guests is my best friend from high school and her family. They will arrive on the 24th and stay through the celebrations. I'm looking forward to having them since I haven't had a chance to have a real visit with her in years.
It occurred to me that once they leave and the town celebrations are over, summer is half done and I can start counting down the days until school. Now I'm just trying to figure out where it all went. It seems in other years, we have had much more down time. I always look forward to summer coming so my husband and I can take long evening walks. I enjoy watching a few extra movies and going swimming with the kids.
This summer seems busier than usual. Rick and I stay up till at least midnight every night, working and trying to catch up, and there has been very little time for an evening walk, let alone two hours for a movie. I always approach the summer with lists of things to do that I don't find time to do during the school year. So far I haven't tackled any of those things.
So I'm trying to figure out which of the good things I do every day that can be cut. Unfortunately, the things I would most like to get rid of are the things that have to stay. Meanwhile the summer marches on and I'm just trying to keep up. I'm looking forward to our vacation in two weeks, when I can sit in the van for hours without any phones ringing, no kids to babysit, and no house to clean. And maybe I can even stay awake long enough to write a few thousand words.
Now the kids are starting swimming lessons, my oldest daughter has started her summer job, and I am trying to catch up on my word count. Next weekend will be our annual town celebration which we always look forward to. Our next set of guests is my best friend from high school and her family. They will arrive on the 24th and stay through the celebrations. I'm looking forward to having them since I haven't had a chance to have a real visit with her in years.
It occurred to me that once they leave and the town celebrations are over, summer is half done and I can start counting down the days until school. Now I'm just trying to figure out where it all went. It seems in other years, we have had much more down time. I always look forward to summer coming so my husband and I can take long evening walks. I enjoy watching a few extra movies and going swimming with the kids.
This summer seems busier than usual. Rick and I stay up till at least midnight every night, working and trying to catch up, and there has been very little time for an evening walk, let alone two hours for a movie. I always approach the summer with lists of things to do that I don't find time to do during the school year. So far I haven't tackled any of those things.
So I'm trying to figure out which of the good things I do every day that can be cut. Unfortunately, the things I would most like to get rid of are the things that have to stay. Meanwhile the summer marches on and I'm just trying to keep up. I'm looking forward to our vacation in two weeks, when I can sit in the van for hours without any phones ringing, no kids to babysit, and no house to clean. And maybe I can even stay awake long enough to write a few thousand words.
Friday, 11 July 2008
Summer Fun
Today we took our Utah guests to our favorite summer destination. My kids love to hang out at Writing on Stone Provincial park. We hike through the hoodoos and play in the river and come home sandy, sweaty, and sleepy.
Last night we had a major rainstorm come through the area. Several funnel clouds touched down in the area and I listened to the rain pelt the roof all night long. I didn't sleep well, worried that we wouldn't be able to go to the park in the morning. We've been looking forward to this all week as we waited for the two oldest girls to get home from camp. I got up early and drove my son on his paper route since it was raining. The whole time we drove around I tried to think of other options for the day and prayed for the sky to clear.
Another hour passed and when everyone started to stir for the day, we could actually see some blue sky. After everyone finished their breakfast the day was actually becoming quite pleasant, so we decided to go anyway. The rest of the day remained cool which was okay since the hoodoos tend to be quite hot usually.
Once we got there we started our traditional game of hide-and-seek. It was so much fun and worth the week long wait. Even the brief hailstorm early in the afternoon didn't dampen our spirits much although we were all running for cover in whatever cave or sheltered area we could find. It was especially fun to see the area through new eyes. Our Utah family was enchanted with the area and had a great time.
The book I'm working on right now has some of the final scenes taking place at Writing on Stone so it was good to see the area again and find my mind racing over what should happen and how. I noticed things about the area and made notes about how sound travels differently in the rocks and how hard it is to keep track of where people are. It should add some good detail to my next chapters. I can't wait to get to them.
Last night we had a major rainstorm come through the area. Several funnel clouds touched down in the area and I listened to the rain pelt the roof all night long. I didn't sleep well, worried that we wouldn't be able to go to the park in the morning. We've been looking forward to this all week as we waited for the two oldest girls to get home from camp. I got up early and drove my son on his paper route since it was raining. The whole time we drove around I tried to think of other options for the day and prayed for the sky to clear.
Another hour passed and when everyone started to stir for the day, we could actually see some blue sky. After everyone finished their breakfast the day was actually becoming quite pleasant, so we decided to go anyway. The rest of the day remained cool which was okay since the hoodoos tend to be quite hot usually.
Once we got there we started our traditional game of hide-and-seek. It was so much fun and worth the week long wait. Even the brief hailstorm early in the afternoon didn't dampen our spirits much although we were all running for cover in whatever cave or sheltered area we could find. It was especially fun to see the area through new eyes. Our Utah family was enchanted with the area and had a great time.
The book I'm working on right now has some of the final scenes taking place at Writing on Stone so it was good to see the area again and find my mind racing over what should happen and how. I noticed things about the area and made notes about how sound travels differently in the rocks and how hard it is to keep track of where people are. It should add some good detail to my next chapters. I can't wait to get to them.
Tuesday, 17 June 2008
Summer Plans
So now that we have less than a week of school left I've started to think more about what kind of summer I want our household to have. I admit, it is kind of a pointless project as all the great ideas I have usually last about a week or maybe two if I'm lucky. My day doesn't change too much. I still get up early so I can be showered and dressed when the kids I babysit show up.
This year will be a little different. My son has taken on a couple of paper routes, so he gets to be up bright and early every day. My oldest daughter is trying to find a summer job, so who knows what her schedule will be like. The youngest is still a carefree kid.
I used to come up with worksheets to keep their minds active, fun craft activities, and hobbies they could develop. Usually, those plans didn't last long and we relax into a couple of months free of routine. Many of the mothers I know persist in these types of things and have all sorts of fun over the summer months. I've reached the point where I feel like we've had a pretty good summer if the kids manage to get sunscreen on most days, eat a balanced diet, and don't lay around the house acting bored.
There are things we'd like to accomplish. The girls have expressed interest in doing some sewing. They are both capable of using a sewing machine and just need a little guidance. Just a few projects will keep them busy most of the summer. My dad is trying to talk my son into getting his ham radio license. I think it's a great idea. He likes to learn and has a mind like a sponge, so he should be able to pick up the knowledge pretty fast.My dad and both of my brothers have theirs and really enjoy the hobby.
As for me, I need to write. It has been months since I've been able to accomplish anything worth talking about. Many writers say you do what you have to do and keep whatever hours you need to in order to make it work. Believe me, I've tried. I've done a lot of typing in my sleep - none of it worth keeping. So even though I've tried getting up before everyone or staying up later than every one, it's not very effective since. I usually operate on six hours of sleep a night. Cutting that back to fit in a little writing leaves me acting like a zombie.
The more relaxed schedule of summer allows me more writing time and I lean a little on my kids to help out with the kids who come to our house every day. With two months ahead of me, I may actually finish the book I'm working on. Now that would make for a great summer.
This year will be a little different. My son has taken on a couple of paper routes, so he gets to be up bright and early every day. My oldest daughter is trying to find a summer job, so who knows what her schedule will be like. The youngest is still a carefree kid.
I used to come up with worksheets to keep their minds active, fun craft activities, and hobbies they could develop. Usually, those plans didn't last long and we relax into a couple of months free of routine. Many of the mothers I know persist in these types of things and have all sorts of fun over the summer months. I've reached the point where I feel like we've had a pretty good summer if the kids manage to get sunscreen on most days, eat a balanced diet, and don't lay around the house acting bored.
There are things we'd like to accomplish. The girls have expressed interest in doing some sewing. They are both capable of using a sewing machine and just need a little guidance. Just a few projects will keep them busy most of the summer. My dad is trying to talk my son into getting his ham radio license. I think it's a great idea. He likes to learn and has a mind like a sponge, so he should be able to pick up the knowledge pretty fast.My dad and both of my brothers have theirs and really enjoy the hobby.
As for me, I need to write. It has been months since I've been able to accomplish anything worth talking about. Many writers say you do what you have to do and keep whatever hours you need to in order to make it work. Believe me, I've tried. I've done a lot of typing in my sleep - none of it worth keeping. So even though I've tried getting up before everyone or staying up later than every one, it's not very effective since. I usually operate on six hours of sleep a night. Cutting that back to fit in a little writing leaves me acting like a zombie.
The more relaxed schedule of summer allows me more writing time and I lean a little on my kids to help out with the kids who come to our house every day. With two months ahead of me, I may actually finish the book I'm working on. Now that would make for a great summer.
Wednesday, 4 June 2008
I Want to Get Off...
There are days when I wish I could stop everything and start over again. Hand me a clean calendar, with no expectations from anyone and total freedom to schedule my days. That sounds like a piece of heaven.
I'd start by writing in all the things I need to do to stay healthy - emotionally, physically, and spiritually. There would be a time to study my scriptures, time to exercise, and time to prepare healthy and delicious meals. And time to write, since it is such a basic part of who I am.
Then when I know I am taken care of, I would write in the times for my family. Time to teach them, play with them, and just be with them. There would also be time for church service. But already, the calendar is looking full. And I need to be able to stop and refuse to add any more.
Unfortunately, life doesn't allow me that luxury. I need to be everywhere at once and I need to me so many things to so many people. It's overwhelming and frustrating much of the time. Usually when I try to simplify, the things I do for me are the first to go and I notice the lack quickly. It's important to fill our own buckets before we try to fill everyone else's.
As always, I'm looking forward to summer when we can all recharge our batteries. A few more weeks and we can relax the schedule a bit. Extra-curricular activities slow down to a minimum and we just enjoy the season. The two months of summer vacation are just enough to make me glad to get back into the routine when school starts again in the fall.
But right now I am counting down. Highland dance ended last weekend...10... Final band concert tomorrow night...9... Ballet ends this Saturday with a final recital...8... Step-son's wedding on Saturday...7... Soccer playoffs for two kids...6...5... Last school council meeting for the year...4... Last library board meeting of the year...3... School ends on the 26th...2...1... and we are home free. Until then, I'm just trying to hang on to what's left of my sanity.
I'd start by writing in all the things I need to do to stay healthy - emotionally, physically, and spiritually. There would be a time to study my scriptures, time to exercise, and time to prepare healthy and delicious meals. And time to write, since it is such a basic part of who I am.
Then when I know I am taken care of, I would write in the times for my family. Time to teach them, play with them, and just be with them. There would also be time for church service. But already, the calendar is looking full. And I need to be able to stop and refuse to add any more.
Unfortunately, life doesn't allow me that luxury. I need to be everywhere at once and I need to me so many things to so many people. It's overwhelming and frustrating much of the time. Usually when I try to simplify, the things I do for me are the first to go and I notice the lack quickly. It's important to fill our own buckets before we try to fill everyone else's.
As always, I'm looking forward to summer when we can all recharge our batteries. A few more weeks and we can relax the schedule a bit. Extra-curricular activities slow down to a minimum and we just enjoy the season. The two months of summer vacation are just enough to make me glad to get back into the routine when school starts again in the fall.
But right now I am counting down. Highland dance ended last weekend...10... Final band concert tomorrow night...9... Ballet ends this Saturday with a final recital...8... Step-son's wedding on Saturday...7... Soccer playoffs for two kids...6...5... Last school council meeting for the year...4... Last library board meeting of the year...3... School ends on the 26th...2...1... and we are home free. Until then, I'm just trying to hang on to what's left of my sanity.
Monday, 3 September 2007
Zucchini
We had an explosion of zucchini in our garden this year. I am sure I only planted one plant this year, but somehow I have two. I only noticed one and have been pretty good about keeping the zucchini picked while they are still young and small. The other day, I pushed the corn stalks aside to see what I thought was another type of squash (I don't keep very good notes about what I plant where) and found another zucchini plant. This one wasn't as mature as the other one, so there weren't any baseball bat sized squash on there, but some were close.
Now any of you who grow zucchini know how hard it is to give the stuff away. My dad came over today to get a scrap piece of fleece to use as a visual aid for a talk. I told him he could have the fleece only if he would take a zucchini. He said he would love some, but wanted to pick it up later since he was on his way to town. He didn't want to wreck the stuff by having it sit in a hot vehicle all day. I think he forgot that zucchini is indestructible. Meanwhile, it is still sitting on my kitchen counter. How gullible am I? I think I may have do to a zucchini drop and run. He'll never know it was me, right?
Now any of you who grow zucchini know how hard it is to give the stuff away. My dad came over today to get a scrap piece of fleece to use as a visual aid for a talk. I told him he could have the fleece only if he would take a zucchini. He said he would love some, but wanted to pick it up later since he was on his way to town. He didn't want to wreck the stuff by having it sit in a hot vehicle all day. I think he forgot that zucchini is indestructible. Meanwhile, it is still sitting on my kitchen counter. How gullible am I? I think I may have do to a zucchini drop and run. He'll never know it was me, right?
Saturday, 1 September 2007
Whitney Book Lists
I know I have mentioned this before. The whole concept of the Whitney Awards is very exciting to me. For years I have read books by LDS authors and wondered why I encounter a dismissive attitude towards LDS fiction it whenever I recommend a book to someone. LDS fiction has come a long way in the last twenty years. and I think it is great that we are finally recognizing the talent within our own LDS culture.I read all the time and to think that I can nominate my favorite books is rather satisfying. I have picked up several new releases and have even made a nomination. (not telling which one :) So now I am trying to come up with a list of all the books I can find that are eligible for the Whitney Awards for 2007. This is rather time consuming, especially since there are so many LDS authors out there who are not published by the LDS publishers. So I am asking for everyone to list a few books they know of that were released this year. I'll add them to the list I am making and post them on another day.
Saturday, 11 August 2007
Applesauce Memories
I love fruit. This gives me a really good reason to love this time of year. All the fresh produce makes my mouth water and I tend to over-buy because it all looks so good. Then when I get home I have to keep reminding everyone to eat more before it goes bad.
Living in Southern Alberta, we grow apples, strawberries, raspberries and a few other things. But most of the fruit we eat comes from British Columbia or Washington. My aunt brings in fruit to sell every year. We put in our order for cases of fruit every time she is expecting a shipment. The fruit direct from the orchard tastes so much better than anything we buy in the grocery store.
Of course, by ordering I am just making work for myself. We always can dozens of bottles of peaches, pears and applesauce. Most years I will find a few new recipes and try them out. I find if I do smaller batches and try new things, I don't mind the canning too much. Truth is, canning is one of those chores I could do without. But there is something satisfying about going into the storage room after the work is all done and seeing hundreds of colorful jars lining the shelves. I also appreciate being able to control what goes in the jars. In the long run, food tastes so much better than anything we buy.
Tonight, my husband and I sliced and bagged a case of nectarines. I can't wait to pull them out in the dead of winter and enjoy the sweet goodness on some ice cream or in a smoothie. And they taste even better when I remember that we worked together.
I remember working with my sisters a few years ago. Dad had a bumper crop of apples and we decided to get together and do them all in one day. We worked all day with Dad and our husbands helping where they could. At midnight and 150 quarts of applesauce later, my belief in smaller batches was born. We are still trying to finish off that applesauce. And even though I will never do that much in one day again, every time I open a jar, I am tasting yet another sweet summer memory.
Living in Southern Alberta, we grow apples, strawberries, raspberries and a few other things. But most of the fruit we eat comes from British Columbia or Washington. My aunt brings in fruit to sell every year. We put in our order for cases of fruit every time she is expecting a shipment. The fruit direct from the orchard tastes so much better than anything we buy in the grocery store.
Of course, by ordering I am just making work for myself. We always can dozens of bottles of peaches, pears and applesauce. Most years I will find a few new recipes and try them out. I find if I do smaller batches and try new things, I don't mind the canning too much. Truth is, canning is one of those chores I could do without. But there is something satisfying about going into the storage room after the work is all done and seeing hundreds of colorful jars lining the shelves. I also appreciate being able to control what goes in the jars. In the long run, food tastes so much better than anything we buy.
Tonight, my husband and I sliced and bagged a case of nectarines. I can't wait to pull them out in the dead of winter and enjoy the sweet goodness on some ice cream or in a smoothie. And they taste even better when I remember that we worked together.
I remember working with my sisters a few years ago. Dad had a bumper crop of apples and we decided to get together and do them all in one day. We worked all day with Dad and our husbands helping where they could. At midnight and 150 quarts of applesauce later, my belief in smaller batches was born. We are still trying to finish off that applesauce. And even though I will never do that much in one day again, every time I open a jar, I am tasting yet another sweet summer memory.
Tuesday, 7 August 2007
A Well-Spent Afternoon
We took an afternoon trip to Waterton Lakes National Park today. The park is about an hour from home, but I don't spend nearly as much time up there as I could. The kids and I go maybe once a year. My step-mom, on the other hand, has a year pass to the park and goes up there whenever she can. She isn't from Alberta, so maybe for me it is a case of not appreciating the things in my own back yard.
Waterton is a popular tourist attraction and whenever I'm there I always hear a group or two speaking in some European language. My family plays the license plate game to see who can find the plate from the farthest away. Today it was Florida. Again I wonder why I don't get up there more often. What am I missing that people fly all the way from Europe and drive across the United States to see.
There is so much to do in Waterton. As we drove into the park, we passed the stables and I remembered the trail rides we used to go on when I was a teenager. It immediately went on my list of things to do with my own children. Then I remembered the ferry that goes around the lake, taking us all the way over to the American side in Glacier Park. Another thing to put on the list. Then I thought about the "Summit" hike. The hike takes all day, but has some of the most breath-taking scenery. (I am certainly not in shape for that type of hike this year, but it will make a great goal for next year.) We used to do this hike during young women's camp. We almost always saw interesting wildlife along the way, even the occasional bear.
I guess I don't take enough time to stop and enjoy the scenery. Even today, I hesitated to go because there were so many things at home that needed to be done. I have a hard time stopping the roller coaster and getting off once in awhile. And yet the trip was worth it. The kids had a great time, we were in the great outdoors, we spent time together as a family and the memories made this afternoon will linger long after the day ends. It was a much better use of my time than more hours staring at the computer screen. And who knows what little tidbits from today will end up in a story.
Monday, 6 August 2007
Happy Heritage Day
Today is the day Alberta celebrates Heritage Day and also my birthday. We don't do much for the Heritage Day part of the holiday. My favorite was that I didn't have to babysit any children today and mine were at the swimming pool for most of the afternoon. I can't even begin to tell you how much I enjoyed having the house to myself. It happens so rarely, I felt kind of lost for at least fifteen minutes. I got over it quickly, pulled out the laptop and worked for hours without any interruptions. So nice of the government to have a holiday on my birthday.
Anyway, about Heritage Day. I got to thinking about the heritage around me. I see it every day when I go to the post office and pick up the mail. This town was built over a hundred years ago and there are some great old buildings to remind me of that heritage. We lived in a hundred year old house for awhile and I still miss the character that infused the home. New houses just aren't built that way anymore.
I also believe Canada has a great heritage as does the United States. Since I have dual citizenship, I feel free to appreciate my heritage from both countries and like to think that I've taken the best parts of both of them. This is the heritage of my family. We have great stories I love to hear and traditions I love to take part in. I am actively trying to pass that heritage on to my children and trying to teach them to really appreciate where they come from.
One of my favorite ways to learn and teach my kids about where they come from is through old family journals and the family histories that have been recorded over the years. I'm sure many of those who kept the journals had no idea that 150 years later a grand-daughter would be reading their day-to-day thoughts, and finding them fascinating. I've kept my fair share of journals. Maybe someday my posterity will find some sort of fascination with my life.
Another heritage I hope to leave my family is my other writing. It may not be a journal, but everything I write contains part of me. Every story is a piece of my being put on paper for the world to examine. So since I did some writing today, I guess I did celebrate Heritage Day in my own quiet way.
Anyway, about Heritage Day. I got to thinking about the heritage around me. I see it every day when I go to the post office and pick up the mail. This town was built over a hundred years ago and there are some great old buildings to remind me of that heritage. We lived in a hundred year old house for awhile and I still miss the character that infused the home. New houses just aren't built that way anymore.
I also believe Canada has a great heritage as does the United States. Since I have dual citizenship, I feel free to appreciate my heritage from both countries and like to think that I've taken the best parts of both of them. This is the heritage of my family. We have great stories I love to hear and traditions I love to take part in. I am actively trying to pass that heritage on to my children and trying to teach them to really appreciate where they come from.
One of my favorite ways to learn and teach my kids about where they come from is through old family journals and the family histories that have been recorded over the years. I'm sure many of those who kept the journals had no idea that 150 years later a grand-daughter would be reading their day-to-day thoughts, and finding them fascinating. I've kept my fair share of journals. Maybe someday my posterity will find some sort of fascination with my life.
Another heritage I hope to leave my family is my other writing. It may not be a journal, but everything I write contains part of me. Every story is a piece of my being put on paper for the world to examine. So since I did some writing today, I guess I did celebrate Heritage Day in my own quiet way.
Wednesday, 1 August 2007
The Limits We Place on Ourselves
I’ve come to the conclusion that summer is the craziest time to try writing. Every time I think I am going to come up with a little time, something comes up. So far I am not progressing very quickly on my latest project. I am a little closer, but summer keeps happening.
Tuesday, 24 July 2007
Magrath Days - Part 3
The free beef-on-a-bun is like being invited to a giant family dinner. My family lines up early, as we do every year. We manage to be near the front of the quickly growing line, but soon notice something different from previous years. The smell of mouth-watering beef is absent. The news spreads with lightning speed. Our beef has been ordered from a neighboring town, but somehow the order has been messed up and the beef isn’t there. We are assured that it’s on its way, and, if we wait patiently, we will be fed. Hundreds of people are stunned into silence at the thought of waiting any longer for dinner.
Then the rumors start flying. “I hear that the meat shop did this on purpose.” (We have a long-standing, friendly rivalry with the neighboring town.) “They are going to feed the town council first and we will get some if there is any left.” “Well, I heard that they are getting the meat from the deer my car hit last night.”
Ten . . . twenty . . . thirty minutes. We keep waiting for people to start scattering to their own homes for real food instead of relying on the promise that dinner will arrive soon. The children quickly desert the line, choosing to wait on the playground. Adults mingle, renewing old acquaintances. Forty . . . fifty minutes. Still the rumors fly and the line grows. We have been promised a meal and we aren’t leaving without one.
The amazing thing is that there’s not a mean word spoken. Nobody blames the mayor for the problem. Instead, there is much laughter, joking, and visiting. And then the meat arrives. The half-expected cheer never comes, just quiet smiles of gratitude. This is a town that is too used to unexpected things life throws at them everyday to be upset about missing beef. As we go through the line and the mayor serves us, friendly ribbing is heard, and folks congratulate him for finally getting the meat there. I feel an enormous amount of pride to belong to a town that has learned to accept these sorts of things with grace and humor.
That is what draws us all to Magrath, the family feeling that can still be found after years of absence. Some choose to head to the big lights of the city, looking for more opportunity or more excitement. Others just want to move away from family to prove that they can do it on their own. Many return permanently to raise their own children in this safe and friendly community. But we all feel that pull once a year to celebrate the birth of the town that raised us. It is the weekend that my family grows from eight to eighteen hundred. It is my favourite weekend of the year.
Then the rumors start flying. “I hear that the meat shop did this on purpose.” (We have a long-standing, friendly rivalry with the neighboring town.) “They are going to feed the town council first and we will get some if there is any left.” “Well, I heard that they are getting the meat from the deer my car hit last night.”
Ten . . . twenty . . . thirty minutes. We keep waiting for people to start scattering to their own homes for real food instead of relying on the promise that dinner will arrive soon. The children quickly desert the line, choosing to wait on the playground. Adults mingle, renewing old acquaintances. Forty . . . fifty minutes. Still the rumors fly and the line grows. We have been promised a meal and we aren’t leaving without one.
The amazing thing is that there’s not a mean word spoken. Nobody blames the mayor for the problem. Instead, there is much laughter, joking, and visiting. And then the meat arrives. The half-expected cheer never comes, just quiet smiles of gratitude. This is a town that is too used to unexpected things life throws at them everyday to be upset about missing beef. As we go through the line and the mayor serves us, friendly ribbing is heard, and folks congratulate him for finally getting the meat there. I feel an enormous amount of pride to belong to a town that has learned to accept these sorts of things with grace and humor.
That is what draws us all to Magrath, the family feeling that can still be found after years of absence. Some choose to head to the big lights of the city, looking for more opportunity or more excitement. Others just want to move away from family to prove that they can do it on their own. Many return permanently to raise their own children in this safe and friendly community. But we all feel that pull once a year to celebrate the birth of the town that raised us. It is the weekend that my family grows from eight to eighteen hundred. It is my favourite weekend of the year.
Magrath Days - Part 2
Watching the parade is truly one of the highlights of the day. The R.C.M.P. always leads the way, followed by our award-winning high school band, The Spirit of Alberta, complete with bagpipes and a colour guard. They are followed by floats of every shape and size -- each family reunion has one, as does each class reunion. Churches and businesses in town are also represented. Candy is thrown to the children from almost every float. One of my children says, “This is almost as good as Halloween!” The best years are when the organizers decide that the parade just won’t be long enough the way it is. On those years the parade passes down All afternoon there are activities to appeal to every age group. The talent show is a wonderful way to see some of the up and coming talent and become reacquainted with our old favourites. The highland dancers give a rousing performance, a reunited garage band brings back memories, and cloggers tap their way across the stage. We respond with lots of laughter and applause.
The softball tournament has been going since Thursday evening and tension is high as everyone wonders who will emerge the victor. The crack of the bat rings through the hot summer air as everyone cheers for their family. We know that whoever wins, everyone had a good time.
Then there are the lawnmower races, an event that must be seen. When the ride-on mowers are lined up and ready to go, the signal is given. Participants must maneuvre their machines around obstacles and beat the others back to the starting line. The dust flies as one tractor does a wheelie and another takes a corner on two wheels. We cheer for our favorite as if this were the Olympics.
Magrath Days - Part 1
“I can’t wait to leave this town.” Most high school students in Magrath utter that phrase at least once. Yet like so many of the people who live or grew up here, we gather every year to celebrate our community’s birthday. Magrath is a little town situated between the coulees and grain fields of Southern Alberta. Tree-lined streets and flower beds in almost every yard have earned our town the title of The Garden City. Fifty-one weekends a year it is a quiet place, where friendly people wave at every car and going to the post office is a social event. But every summer, the little town of
There is a lot to be done before the big weekend. Phone calls and letters are exchanged to plan family and class reunions. Floats for the parade are created, numbers are prepared for the talent show and the evening program, families and friends practise for the annual softball tournament, and ride-on lawnmowers are tuned up for the big races. Beds are made ready for all the family and friends who are coming home.
The town crews put many hours into cleaning up the town, painting new lines on the roads, hanging flower baskets from the telephone poles and Canadian flags along Main Street. Families display flags in front of their homes and tend flower gardens with the greatest care. Everything must be just right.
Soon, the highly anticipated weekend arrives. Saturday morning people line the streets waiting for the parade to start. Some sit and enjoy watching the bustling folks around them. My sisters and I walk up and down the streets greeting familiar faces that we haven’t seen in months or years. The quiet town has been transformed.
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