Monthly Archives: March 2010

Our local Drug and Alcohol Awareness Wellness Network is looking for a logo.  I’ve encouraged a number of people to get something in. 

So far I’ve gotten two people to submit an entry.  They both look good. 

Talking with the coordinator of the contest, these are the first entries.

Deadline is this Friday at 5:00.  The logo needs to contain the acronym, KDAWN, and the long form of the name – Kindersley Drug and Alcohol Awareness Wellness Network. 

Why am I mentioning this?

Well, if you have a great idea, leave a comment and I’ll get in touch with you and let you know what it would take to get another entry in.

I’m not much changed.

I’ve learned a lot today.

My sight has been tested.

All of the above statements are true.

As the day began we slipped over to our optometrist in Oyen, Alberta.  There my eyes were tested for glaucoma, cataracts and other names I didn’t understand or know.

Finally, drops were placed in my eyes to dilate them.  I could still read, but the real test was light.  Even the smallest amount seemed to magnify.  Finally, after the testing was done we headed home. 

I was told to wear sunglasses, but thought I would be alright.  I stepped out of the office door and realized the white building I was looking at probably had boards on the walls (or vinyl siding), but I could not distinguish them.  My eyes hurt with the light.  Hours later the eyes have returned to normal, and am I thankful that there is a normal.

If I needed further proof of an intelligent design, my eyes were opened to that today – quite literally.   God really is amazing!

OK, not quite the park.  But, the day was beautiful for the first day of spring.  Especially when Saskatchewan still tends to be in the grip of winter this time of year.

Out for a walk was good therapy for my knee.  Yesterday I decided I could play with our youth – or at least keep up with them.  The game should have been slightly less that injurious but I tend to go for broke. 

And onto the floor I fell.  Almost broke my head, my knee and my little finger.  But today stretching the muscles brings some relief.

We walked to a funeral – more rightly a “celebration of life.”  Tim Crump was the same age as my brother – born in 1954.  My brother died of cancer 5 years ago.  Tim Crump died of cancer this past week.  Both were friendly, smart and good with kids.  Both gathered friends who were more than just conversationalists. 

Tim and Gary both garnered work friendships.  And work was more than moments of monetary opportunity.  Each had some eccentric qualities – I love that Tim love bowties, and Winston Churchill and kids.  He lived in life instead outside of life.  Hitherto a legacy he passes on!

I’ve often appreciated leather – the smell, the tooling, the flexibility.

So, today I was in a basement workshop of a leather craftsman.  His tools are fairly simple – even down to an antique seat where you can stitch leather.

As I listened to explanations and saw the artistic work, I was impressed.  This is not an easy skill – I’m sure my expertise would not suffice.  Beautiful tooling, supple leather and intricate sewing.  All combine to make for the excellent examples I saw today.

Perhaps I need a new hobby.  But, after seeing the patience required and the excellence that results – I’m not volunteering.  Maybe I can take up chewing gum and walking at the same time!