Monthly Archives: September 2006

Numbers are what we are talking here!

Our town is looking for a senior’s complex to be built.  A developer has expressed interest and came to town today to give a presentation.

We expected 150 people at the afternoon meeting — the count was over 200.  These were the seniors who would populate the project.

A lot of good questions — from traffic flow to pricing.  Afterwards there was a coffee and sandwich time.  A number of people stayed and the discussion was widespread.

Now, we just need 100 people to confirm interest with a refundable deposit of $750 — by December 15th.  We’ll see how well this works — my hope is that we will see ground being dug by next spring!!

Mondays are “clean up and look ahead” days. 

The photocopier repairman showed up.  We used to get accordion paper, crinkled and scorched.  Now the flow is even and smooth.

The latest grapevine news arrived and I heard it substantiated by at least one other.  I’m not adverse to the grapevine for news, but for malicious gossip . . . that’s the bane of a useful and successful networking system.

We booked in the Continental Singers for October 9th. We were able to come up with billets to take most of the group, and I expect in the next week or so we will fill that out.  You can check out their website here.

I came home to work on a project.  We have some single mothers coming to our church.  The purchase of a high chair was necessary.  Then we needed a booster chair.  We borrowed one, but thought we would purchase one.  The foray to the store brought back a price tag of at least $30.00.  That’s all we brought back — the price tag!!  I decided to find some old wood, dragged my saw up from the basement, did a little routering, put on some varathane — and, voila! — a thirty dollar booster chair crafted in unique fashion.  One of a kind probably means I’ll be able to sell it as a hand crafted antique in a few years.  By that time, I’ll also be the antique!  Well worn and much the better for age (alright, maybe that’s a stretch — at least I can say that I’ll be older.).

And so the day ends.  I’m off to have a piece of chocolate cake with real whipped cream.  Eat your hearts out!

My sister, Nadia, and her family, have lived just down the road from us.  For this last year that means seven hours away.  They’ve dropped in a few times but the trip is long.

Today, my brother-in-law, Doug Smith, announced that he was resigning his pastoral position at the Flin Flon Alliance church and will be moving to the Rosetown Alliance Church.

For the last twenty years we have not lived close to any of my immediate family.  We would meet in British Columbia for family reunions.  Then we would depart to Oregon, or Germany, or Alberta, or Manitoba or . . .  I now have two sisters in the same province — a new record.  Who knows, maybe the family will all migrate back (as the old saying goes, “Fat chance!!”).

Regardless (or is that “irregardless”, depending on the location of your grammar!), we are down the road one hour from my sister and her family.

Each new move brings us closer together.  It’s all relative!

Tonight was music night out.  Over at St. Olaf Lutheran church a family group, the Daae familiy, was singing.  Country and blugrass with smooth vocals and delicious harmonies.  The mother was accompanying the family of four children with two spouses. 

Family harmony is often close and the vibrato, breathing and emphases come naturally.  More than once I sat back and just enjoyed the sense of being carried along with notes of beauty.

At the end of the concert I met the mother, Cathy Daae.  In the concert she mentioned that she had been in Regina.  We found out she had lived on the same street we had when we lived in Regina.  She knew some mutual friends.

Then we asked what her maiden name was.  DYNNA!!  Well, we know some Dynnas in Prince Albert — I had even recorded music with Dean Dynna and had listened to Dixie work her magic on the drums. 

Were they related?  Yes!  Although they did not know each other we gave them the blog address to get to Dixie’s blog.

Want to check them out?  Go here