a few light slams
I love mondays - not your average bumper sticker material, but for me, at this stage, it's true. I really enjoy my weekly day off.
The sad part is I have to spend a lot of this day in Lethbridge, and I'm getting a little tired of Mondays in Lethbridge. Strangely, I've been spending more than my fair share of Mondays in this small city, just over an hour away from my home in Pincher Creek, and I'm running out of things to do there. The main reason I'm going is to pick up my grandma-type-friend from the airport. I stayed with Tina for almost a year when I first moved here, so we still help each other out when we can.
I do have one rather ominous errand to run in Lethbridge. You know how it feels when you kind of dread some bad news, but at the same time you're looking forward to finally hearing it and getting it out in the open? (That's been the story of my August, but that story comes out after Wednesday night) I've had transmission troubles with my car for most of the year now, but it's been really up and down, so I haven't done anything about it. And the time has come. Today I will coast into the parking lot at ATR in Lethbridge and take the highly recommended Pete for a drive in my ailing vehicle. I really hope, and really pray, that Pete will know what's going on in my silly green car and will be able to fix it so that I can wipe it off my mind. I get the feeling life would be a little smoother if I actually trusted God with little stuff like this, instead of just preaching about it all the time.
It's probably going to cost me $1800. Which is my savings, plus a little more. I had really grown attached to those savings. It was nice knowing they were sitting comfortably in the bank in Dalmeny, making basically no interest, sleeping peacefully, and hoping I wouldn't disturb their slumber. Looks like it's time to wake up guys.
What a downer. Time to think of some good things. I got a neat shirt at VV last Monday I was in Lethbridge. It's navy blue with the silhouette of a 3 mast ship stamped in aqua green on the front, along with the words "fregatten jylland ebeltoft." If anyone has guesses on the language, let alone the meaning, let me know.
Also, I almost dropped a kid yesterday after church when we were horsing around. I always throw them up in the air and catch them, but one of the kids grew a lot over the summer, and I think he was trying to do some moves while he was up in the air. Needless to say, it's hard to catch a big, flailing seven year old. So instead of really catching him, I just slowed his return to earth considerably. Too bad his mom was watching. I guess that's not a great example of a good thing. But it's kind of funny when you think about it. At least when I think about it.
Apparently I dropped Caitlin, my sister, on the floor when she was an infant. I'd seen my parents gently drop her onto the bed, singing "Ploomps" (German origin?). The carpet was obviously more accessible to me than the bed, me being only as tall as the average 3 or 4 year old. Normally, I'd say something now, like "That explains why she's so weird", but I don't think I can take the credit for how crazy my sister is. It would have taken more than "a few light slams" for her to end up the lovely, yet pretty much psycho kid that she is.
Okay time to go to Lethbridge again.
The sad part is I have to spend a lot of this day in Lethbridge, and I'm getting a little tired of Mondays in Lethbridge. Strangely, I've been spending more than my fair share of Mondays in this small city, just over an hour away from my home in Pincher Creek, and I'm running out of things to do there. The main reason I'm going is to pick up my grandma-type-friend from the airport. I stayed with Tina for almost a year when I first moved here, so we still help each other out when we can.
I do have one rather ominous errand to run in Lethbridge. You know how it feels when you kind of dread some bad news, but at the same time you're looking forward to finally hearing it and getting it out in the open? (That's been the story of my August, but that story comes out after Wednesday night) I've had transmission troubles with my car for most of the year now, but it's been really up and down, so I haven't done anything about it. And the time has come. Today I will coast into the parking lot at ATR in Lethbridge and take the highly recommended Pete for a drive in my ailing vehicle. I really hope, and really pray, that Pete will know what's going on in my silly green car and will be able to fix it so that I can wipe it off my mind. I get the feeling life would be a little smoother if I actually trusted God with little stuff like this, instead of just preaching about it all the time.
It's probably going to cost me $1800. Which is my savings, plus a little more. I had really grown attached to those savings. It was nice knowing they were sitting comfortably in the bank in Dalmeny, making basically no interest, sleeping peacefully, and hoping I wouldn't disturb their slumber. Looks like it's time to wake up guys.
What a downer. Time to think of some good things. I got a neat shirt at VV last Monday I was in Lethbridge. It's navy blue with the silhouette of a 3 mast ship stamped in aqua green on the front, along with the words "fregatten jylland ebeltoft." If anyone has guesses on the language, let alone the meaning, let me know.
Also, I almost dropped a kid yesterday after church when we were horsing around. I always throw them up in the air and catch them, but one of the kids grew a lot over the summer, and I think he was trying to do some moves while he was up in the air. Needless to say, it's hard to catch a big, flailing seven year old. So instead of really catching him, I just slowed his return to earth considerably. Too bad his mom was watching. I guess that's not a great example of a good thing. But it's kind of funny when you think about it. At least when I think about it.
Apparently I dropped Caitlin, my sister, on the floor when she was an infant. I'd seen my parents gently drop her onto the bed, singing "Ploomps" (German origin?). The carpet was obviously more accessible to me than the bed, me being only as tall as the average 3 or 4 year old. Normally, I'd say something now, like "That explains why she's so weird", but I don't think I can take the credit for how crazy my sister is. It would have taken more than "a few light slams" for her to end up the lovely, yet pretty much psycho kid that she is.
Okay time to go to Lethbridge again.
posted by Simon at 12:32 AM
5 Comments:
i hope it all goes well with your car. youre in my prayers as we speak, or as...i...comment. yeah, about those light slams...
ha ha..poor caiti
man, hailey were u ever the cutest baby! we practically drooled over you..
i will also pray about the car..
but it's good to know someone else had a not-so-good monday.
Raise a little elf, raise a little elf, raise a little elf!
hey i've almost dropped a lot of kids. actually i tell jason all the time that he should expect me to drop our future children at least once. at least. (i don't do it on purpose, in case you were wondering...)
so the word "ebeltoft" is a city or something in Denmark and "fregatten jylland" i think is a navy ship or something. so yeah, i hope that helps.
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