Monthly Archives: July 2008

Friday afternoon!

There is an old song titled “Afternoon Delight”.  I loved to listen to Manhattan Transfer (or was that Starland Vocal Band?) sing the enjoyable melody and delicious harmonies  (the words were a little racy, even for the ’70’s, but then who listens to the words?) !!

My mental picture when I hear the melody (nothing to do with the actual words of the song!) is of sitting on the porch mid-summer, mid-afternoon, and figuring all is right with the world. 

But today, Friday afternoon mid-summer 2008 brings up a new picture — and its not an afternoon delight.  In order for Dad to get into a hospital in Saskatoon (which may or may not be necessary), there must be a bed available and a specialist there as well.  Both may be impossibilities. 

It’s Friday afternoon!  Doctors leave for the weekend.  Hospital staff is downsized and patients not needing additional care sent home.  The cycle of surgeries and special care begins again on Monday — barring an emergency.

We await final word on a transfer from one hospital to another.  Oh, BTW (by the way), the transfer is about 120 kms away!  You don’t want to have to turn around half way there if there isn’t a bed or specialist available!   So, we wait!

Headed to Saskatoon?

Well, mid-afternoon and there is a possibility that dad will be off to a Saskatoon hospital.  Not sure of a final diagnosis, although he’s had two Xrays taken in the last day or so.

Of course, the wheels start turning.  Any time the unexpected happens the consequences take a minute to sink in.  Then scenarios play out in your head.  None of which are able to be confirmed.  All of which stir the imagination.

So, time marches on, and life with it!!

Dad tumbles

The word is that he fell on his walk.  Probably some uneven patch of ground.  The walker seems to have stumbled as much as Dad. 

Early reports are weakness in the hip but no real pain.  That’s a good sign.  We’ll see where it goes from there.  I understand the ambulance personnel had the opportunity to be regaled by Dad’s wit.  To keep your wit and wits about you is always a good sign.  So far the good outweighs any other consequences.  And that’s good!

The 90th is coming

An advertisement is going into our local paper — I speak of our  weekly newsheet called the Kindersley Clarion. 

The ad is for an upcoming celebration.  My father, Calvin James Baker, will be feted as we consider his 90th birthday.  Actually he is not 90 until December, but trying to get people together in shivering December is a little tough (this is a common thought – John Boquist from town is also celebrating his mother’s 90th birthday the same day and her actual birthday is in January).

So, August 9th there is a “come and go tea” (with a program as well) from 2:0o to 4:00 at the Kindersley Alliance Church.  Dad’s siblings will be there and his children as well, along with come grandchildren and great-grandchildren.  And other friends will gather together to celebrate.  Should be fun!

Will you be in the area?  Come join us!

Blessings to go!

I served as an expert today.  Well, not quite.  But close nigh unto (an old saying from my childhood resurrected to explain that I wasn’t quite as much an expert as others think I am).

I was asked to assist in preparing a blessing for a 60th wedding anniversary.  The content was fairly well laid out  by the one who would be doing the blessing.  All I had to do was pull it together, add a few more thoughts, and edit the overall final speech.

That was fun.  Not just the writing and editing which I enjoy.  But the story of the couple, their longevity, and the desire to indeed call God’s blessing down up them.  If and when I reach that milestone, I trust I too will have someone who wants to bless me and call for God’s best upon my (our) live(s).  That will be a sure sign that God has been at work, for more years than I will probably remember!

So, to Stan and Florence, may God’s best be your best at this time in your life!!

Two cars, one comparison

Today is the second time we’ve been to Saskatoon in a week.  Different car each time.  The comparison was to be in gas prices.

Now, the price of gas is down by 2 cents.  So, some adjustment in calculation is needed.  Nevertheless, we figure for every 100 kilometers, the Neon wins over the Concorde/Intrepid.  We save about $2.5o/100 km.  Almost makes it worth driving the road more often.

On age and longevity!

Yesterday we buried a lady just one year older than mom (her birthday is tomorrow).  My brother died three years ago at the age of 50.  Death is no respecter of age — or perhaps age is no respecter of longevity.  Age merely registers years and has no authority over life and death.

Perhaps, if we had the foresight, we could begin to count our age backwards from death.  Some of us would start of at 22 years, others at 93.  We might even make the most of our lives (sadly, I think we would probably gauge our age and do whatever we wanted until the countdown became critical).

Fog in the morning

For the last few days thunderstorms have blossomed in the afternoon and poured forth in the evening.  The warmth of the land and the humidity from previous rains combine to bring showers — sometimes of blessing and sometimes of hail.

This morning I awoke to fog surrounding our home.  Not the thick pea soup fog.  Rather the light mist that is easily dispelled by sunshine.  Now, about two hours later, the fog has lifted and the sun is shining.

For this I am glad.  I have a funeral interment this afternoon.  Last time I led an interment in the rain . . . well, that’s a story in itself.  Suffice it to say that when you think it can’t rain anymore, the heavens open and pour forth.

But, right now it looks promising.  May the sun shine where you are today and may God’s presence be yours in abundance, as the rains cover the earth!

Joy and Sorrow

What happens when a family has prepared for a death?  Oftentimes a sense of sorrow has been there for some time.  And grieving and mourning has been ongoing.  The actual death, while providing a moment in time that is difficult, is also seen as joyful if the deceased had a full and abiding trust in Jesus, their final savior.

But people around expect ashen countenance and stuttering acceptance.  How does a family fulfil both joy and sorrow?  I’m not sure.  As I watch a family in just such a situation, I’m glad I’m on the inside — I’ve seen both expressions.

Some have only seen one emotion from the family.  This can be misconstrued to mean they have not experienced the other emotion. 

Which brings me to one of the great virtues of gentlemen and ladies.  The ability to give the benefit of a doubt.

My hope is that I will be a true gentlemen to those who surround me.  May I seek to be at harmony with all people, as much as it depends on me.  And that means taking extra time to check things out before I pass a judgment.  This means wanting to see the best of people even when it appears the worst is what they are exposing.  This means forgiving and trusting and . . . loving others.

And now, I’m preaching my sermon for Sunday!  Sorry, got carried away — drop in Sunday and see how this ends!