Monthly Archives: August 2008

OK, so it’s not the Olympics or Mother Theresa!  But yesterday Cole, Brett and I tore down the world.  Or at least the world map.  This one was out of date.  Our hope is to put up a new map tomorrow.

I missed having my wife next to me for the last five days.  Much of our life is spent together.  We eat, scheme, think, work on the yard, renovate, visit, and generally see life through each other’s eyes.  We are bonded together in many ways.

While Jill has been in Rosetown for the last few days, I’ve missed her.  When she arrived home and we sat down — there was a constant conversation for 45 minutes.  Then tiredness began to catch up to both of us.

So, good night all and may Thursday hold much enjoyment and peace for each of you.

This morning I ventured out.  The purpose was to sit with a friend who has cancer.

Although there is pain, there is also peace.  In the past few years “salvation” has become a real and daily part of life.  So as we talked, hope arose and life was good, even though pain was present and death is just around a corner we can almost see.

What can  be said?  We talked of funerals, of family and of life.  Some things were difficult, others just daily chatter.  And as I left I blessed her, as she had blessed me.

Well, after a funeral service for Cecil Ditson, I’m now in Rosetown.  The evening meal was with my mom and dad, and my wife Jill.  We’ve chatted and sent an email.  Now we are relaxing and I’ll head back soon.

As I was driving over, I crested a hill just past Netherhill and coming to Brock.  As I searched the horizon I was struck!  This is the usual place I turn to Jill and tell her how beautiful the prairies are.  I think it must just take that amount of driving before I unwind and can actually look at the horizon.  And it is beautiful!

Today the grain is turning.  The fields are turning white.  Another week or so and we’ll be watching combines swath and winnow (I think we still use that word) and clean the grain.  The straw and chaff will eject and the grain will find it’s way to a bin, awaiting shipping to world markets.  And that’s just one of the industries that maintain our patch of ground called Kindersley!