School's out, the kids went to visit their grandparents for a couple of days, and Scott and I decided to go out for supper. Little did we know that while we were gone, a rainstorm like no other would descend upon Devon. When we arrived home our backyard was half filled with water and the sump was going off every ten minutes. As I was talking to my mom on the phone, I heard a commotion in the basement, things banging, more than the usual Scott noise.
I got off the phone and he took me to Matthew's bedroom, where the carpet was soaked. Luckily, the water was limited to the carpet, but we're now spending what was supposed to be a relaxing night without the kids ripping up carpet and shop-vaccing water off of the cement floor.
Good luck sleeping tonight - I think I should just plan an all-nighter.
I just don't get it. Why?
Wednesday, June 29, 2011
Tuesday, June 28, 2011
A.W.O.L.
People come and go from the Mustard Seed, and I've always assumed that they moved (to a warmer climate!) or no longer have the need for our services. It's been over a year since I've been there, and I finally have realized where some of those people may have gone: Jail. It honestly hadn't crossed my mind until last week.
One of the more "colourful" karaoke singers has been gone for a long time, since way before Christmas. Last I saw him he sang a Dylan-esque rendition of "It's My Life". Hilarious. I've thought about him over the past few months, but thought he had probably moved on. He showed up last week with John (another regular), and I naively asked, "I haven't seen you for a long time - have you been away?" John replied for him, "Yah, he's been away at the Remand."
I then thought of so many others I haven't seen in a while. Clayton, the mohawked singer of Nirvana and STP - he came in every week since I started, and then all of the sudden was gone. My crazy haired friend, who when I last saw him, said he had been "in hiding". I thought maybe he was hiding from some "bad people", and maybe he was, but he may have also been in hiding from the police, for I haven't seen him since.
Today one of the regulars returned after a month or two of being gone, greeted by hugs and squeals and cries of, "You're out!"
Why didn't I see it before? I guess I never thought that jail was a reality for a lot of the people who seem fairly normal when they walk through our doors. I wonder, if I visited the Remand Centre, how many I would recognize?
But on a positive note, Sheldon came by for a visit, seems to be enjoying his new place, and is off to Saskatchewan tomorrow to visit his brother. He seemed happy. God is taking care of him.
One of the more "colourful" karaoke singers has been gone for a long time, since way before Christmas. Last I saw him he sang a Dylan-esque rendition of "It's My Life". Hilarious. I've thought about him over the past few months, but thought he had probably moved on. He showed up last week with John (another regular), and I naively asked, "I haven't seen you for a long time - have you been away?" John replied for him, "Yah, he's been away at the Remand."
I then thought of so many others I haven't seen in a while. Clayton, the mohawked singer of Nirvana and STP - he came in every week since I started, and then all of the sudden was gone. My crazy haired friend, who when I last saw him, said he had been "in hiding". I thought maybe he was hiding from some "bad people", and maybe he was, but he may have also been in hiding from the police, for I haven't seen him since.
Today one of the regulars returned after a month or two of being gone, greeted by hugs and squeals and cries of, "You're out!"
Why didn't I see it before? I guess I never thought that jail was a reality for a lot of the people who seem fairly normal when they walk through our doors. I wonder, if I visited the Remand Centre, how many I would recognize?
But on a positive note, Sheldon came by for a visit, seems to be enjoying his new place, and is off to Saskatchewan tomorrow to visit his brother. He seemed happy. God is taking care of him.
Thursday, June 16, 2011
Health
The human body is a miraculous thing. We can abuse it through lack of sleep, poor food choices, and lack of movement. Stress is an unseen abuser of our miraculous shells, but it too poisons from the inside out, but the body is strong. It keeps on ticking through all sorts of storms, until it finally gives up and screams, "ENOUGH!"
How long have I been abusing my body through stress? Probably too long. This winter was particularly stressful, mentally as I tried to cope (and still cope) with the aftermath of the fire, a crazy tax season, and trying to take on a side job at the gym. It was all too much, building at a frenetic pace to a climax that I didn't expect....it knocked me flat on my back.
I should have know something was wrong when I felt so tired for so long. I should have known something was wrong when I was sleeping until 900 on the weekend. I should have known something was wrong when a step aerobics class that I usually sail through almost killed me. I did know something was wrong when I woke up last Friday and my face and neck were swollen and my lymph node was painful to the touch. But still, I didn't want to bother with the hospital - it wasn't an "emergency". Scott finally made me go last Friday and I ended up with a staph infection and on IV antibiotics every eight hours for 72 hours. It was an emergency.
I never get sick, but this one has knocked me flat. I still feel like I could sleep all day, and wish that I could. I think my body has decided that enough is enough, and it's time to relax. It's time to get rid of the stress-causers and forget about the poisonous people, and just chill.
I'm not sure I even know what that means.
How long have I been abusing my body through stress? Probably too long. This winter was particularly stressful, mentally as I tried to cope (and still cope) with the aftermath of the fire, a crazy tax season, and trying to take on a side job at the gym. It was all too much, building at a frenetic pace to a climax that I didn't expect....it knocked me flat on my back.
I should have know something was wrong when I felt so tired for so long. I should have known something was wrong when I was sleeping until 900 on the weekend. I should have known something was wrong when a step aerobics class that I usually sail through almost killed me. I did know something was wrong when I woke up last Friday and my face and neck were swollen and my lymph node was painful to the touch. But still, I didn't want to bother with the hospital - it wasn't an "emergency". Scott finally made me go last Friday and I ended up with a staph infection and on IV antibiotics every eight hours for 72 hours. It was an emergency.
I never get sick, but this one has knocked me flat. I still feel like I could sleep all day, and wish that I could. I think my body has decided that enough is enough, and it's time to relax. It's time to get rid of the stress-causers and forget about the poisonous people, and just chill.
I'm not sure I even know what that means.
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