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Going my way?

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     Only in Saskatchewan, you say!!

Where else could you imagine moving a 1,200 square foot home down the main drag! 

Imagine heading down Yonge Street in Toronto, or down Robson street in Vancouver.  Not going to happen!!

The power company sends out workers to lift lines – even disconnect and reconnect lines. 

Traffic cannot pass on the two lane highway.  The “oversize load” sign is a bit underwhelming – if you didn’t notice the house, you’d never see the sign!

And as the house leaves town I say to myself, “We know there has been an exodus of people from Saskatchewan.  Now they’re even taking their houses with them!”

 

On dancing

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This past week I spent time with my family at my brother’s funeral. One of the things that my brother did was to take ballroom dancing lessons. For him it was a release into his nature – the athlete, runner, musician all combined in one. Those who attended his celebration of life attested to how he could flow across the floor, a dancing partner of consummate ability.

I’ve thought on that this past week. As a family, we were brought up not to dance. For one very simple reason – contemporary dance was about seduction!

Why did my brother dance? I think for him the answer was simple. This was an opportunity to be with a partner, to step together, to know each other’s movement by the slightest nod of the head or inclination of the body. The dance was the thing, not a chance to get a trophy for being the best dancer, or to seduce someone, or even to be seen as the best dancer on the floor. This was about the joy of partnership, the enjoyment of a relationship.

A Mouse in the House

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Now I know why people stand on chairs.  Mice are not nice!

At least that’s how I see it.

I came home from a meeting to find my wife madly phoning for help.  From the corner of her eye she had seen a mouse scurry across the floor.  She was in bare feet so up on a chair she went.

The mouse was there when I entered, hidden in our piano.  And later under the dishwasher.  And now??

We set a trap, but this morning there was no dead carcass.  Last night I skirted around the trap.  I thought to myself – “this is ridiculous”.  Arising in my mind were all those fear emotions of hanta virus, rabies, punctured skin and who knows what else.  Three inches long (8 centimeters) at first sighting and now the monster has grown to well over 3 meters (10 feet) in length.

Now I know why people stand on chairs.  Mice are not nice!

Here it is Saturday

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Here it is a day later than yesterday and I feel like tomorrow is
already on me. I’ve been to my brother’s funeral, seen my parents in
need of a new place to live (and realizing it may be next to me), and
I’m just finishing off my sermon for Sunday. In the midst of all this,
I’m excited to be here in Kindersley to see what God sets up for me!