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The rain has been falling today.

With the rain, I have developed a ritual.

A few weeks back we re-graded around some of our basement windows.  This was to keep water from seeping into the basement. 

Then we had a marvelous rain.  One of our downspouts was pouring water towards the windows.  So, I fixed that — or should I say, it fixed me (see a previous posting!). 

Now, when it rains I wander outside to see what is happening.  Not much!  The rain has been unusual for a town on bald prairie.  Usually the wind blows and water sprays all over.  But the last while it has fallen quite nicely, thank you!!  In fact the soil around the windows isn’t even wet, protected by the roof overhang.

Tonight I ventured out — just when the water from the sky was in drizzle form.  A few steps and the drops became larger.  As I rounded the house, I confirmed that the rain was not touching the windows.  As I turned back , I decided a faster pace was required.

Now, my knees are none too good — perhaps a casualty of younger years!  I like to think I was a bit of an athlete — that’s probably as stretch!  The bump and grind has taken its toll.

Nevertheless, here I am hobbling at breakneck speed, rounding the corner and heading up the driveway.  With the wind whistling in my ears, I realize that a ten year old could pass me without breaking a sweat!  Oh well, I’m still a great runner — in my fantasies.  And imagine what I will have to boast of when I hit heaven running.

We awoke today to a sprinkling of rain. 

• The drops were shimmering. 
• The colors were striking. 
• The irises were in full bloom.

Today I started off with a fairly empty calendar.  By the time the day will be done I will have worked with friends on a bike rally, confirmed a combined church service, met with a single mother and her family for supper, had coffee with a friend, met a friend travelling through town, contacted others through email and phone. 

Calendars are there to help arrange life.  But some times live arranges itself!

That’s the term we use.  For senior housing that requires more than just having four walls to live in.

You need food services, linens, some light house keeping and a community!

This style of housing is missing in Kindersley.  Over the past few years two attempts have come forward to get something going.  Now we are on our third.   In some ways, either we hit a home run or we’re out.

I ventured into Saskatoon with three other men – Dave, Garry and Jake.  Our delegation was examining a complex and talking to a developer.  The discussion was cordial, in fact bordered on positive.

Check back in the next few weeks to see how things are going.

Meanwhile – if you are coming back from Saskatoon to Kindersley, the highway out of town has a few detours.  We made an extra detour!  Watch for signs (or lack thereof!!).