daily life as life goes on . . .

In the Old Testament, people were locked and located in a place.   The great discussion is always about the promised land.

We may think that is archaic, even primitive.  I’m beginning to wonder. 

Our transitoriness means that we lose connection.  I talked with a 22 year old recently who said he had moved 60 times in his life.  Maybe that was an exaggeration, but his actions belied his lack of roots.

He was verbose and self-confident, at least to himself.  He boasted of being able to leave conflict behind by just moving.  He knew the drug traffickers and “stress” relievers in the area.  I’m not sure I would call him a peace maker – he tended to leave the work of peace behind.

I am a peacemaker at heart.  That has its disadvantages when wrongly understood.  Over the years I have rather suppressed conflict rather than addressing conflict, rather sought peace accords made up of one string possibilities rather than compromise (all together finding promise together).

I have this feeling that peace requires people to sit long enough to talk.  That requires place.  For some that means affordable housing so that they don’t have to move.  For others that means finding employment that is comfortable – and rejecting other offers.  For others that means deciding to believe in people despite a more favourable atmosphere in another place.

A town (or a comparable community) is best served by those who are willing to live in the place.  Yes, there becomes an “old boys” club – which must be vigorously protested.  Yes, your horizons have to be expanded through connections and travel, but not moving.  Yes, you have to commit to your community.  But, perhaps, that’s what we need!!

They say a thousand miles begins with one step.  Or one revolution of the bike pedal!

Last fall my old stationary bike was wearing out.  The noise was increasing – and in the early morning hours the last thing I wanted was to wake my wife.

I went looking for a similar model of bike.  The original bike (which became a staple of my life shortly after I  had double knee replacement) had been given to me.  Therefore a good place to look for a replacement seemed to be the local Salvation Army thrift shop.

After a few visits, I did happen upon the same model.  The price was not high.  I offered $5.00 and they snapped up the sale.

This new bike had an odometer that worked.  Perhaps I travelled the earth on the old bike, I’ll never know.  I like to think I did!  The reality is that I probably only went a few hundred miles before it wore out.

Speedometer readings can spur you on.  I found that an easy, steady pace allowed me to go about 5 miles in 20 minutes.  Just a nice workout.  I began with the odometer just over 200 miles.  Today I’m just over 1,200 miles. 

That’s a ride from here to Thunder Bay, Ontario.  Or I could venture west, and if I could ride on water, end up on Vancouver Island just past Victoria, British Columbia – up to Comox, BC.

Five miles a day can get you a long way!

I was talking to another widower today.  I mentioned to him that I was spending my day cleaning out some of Jill’s stuff.  He immediately related to that, and shared the mixed emotions that come at a time like that.

You know you have to move on.  You don’t want to disrespect or dishonor your loved one.  You are torn between keeping things  which are only elevated from being “stuff” by some thin thread of a connection to your wife, or truly saving a few things that have lasting value. 

I chose to discard a lot of clothing.  Jill had talked for years of discarding clothes as soon as she found a better wardrobe.  Well, she’s got one, and I don’t need to keep the one that is here!  Alright, I did keep a sweater her mother knit, and a t-shirt with the cardiovascular system on it.  Both reminders of relationship and life as she lived it!

Then there was the 2012 Valentine’s card that told of how she had looked for a man to marry who would enrich her life, share her faith and cherish her love.  And then she wrote, “thru all the years, you are still the one.  Love, Jill.”  That I kept!

I may remarry.  Jill and I talked about that.  She would have expected that to happen.   I’m not expecting to forget the almost 40 years with Jill.  In fact, as one lady pointed out to me today, that love for my wife will be a sign to someone that I can be trusted with love!  I was humbled to think that others looked at my marriage that way.

So, to Jill – you filled my life with more than I expected and more than I deserved!

Making soup reminded me!

I don’t have the slightest idea where the spices are in this house.  Oh, I can find the salt and pepper and probably the cinnamon (great for toast!).    But where are the bay leaves, and the basil, the thyme, the poultry seasoning?

I did muddle my way through making the soup (not sure all the ingredients ended up in the soup!).  And the soup actually tastes good, and hasn’t made me sick yet.

I thought I should be a little more prepared for the next soup making session.  So this afternoon I went through all the spices and ingredients shelves.  Seven in all, plus the short shelf over the stove.

The kitchen is well stocked with ingredients – even some “ethnic” spices.  All the sugars are together, all the salts, the most often used spices placed easy at hand (of course, I’ve yet to figure out what spices are most used!).

The next time I need Cardamom , I’ll know where it is.  I can find the vanilla extract.  I have the nuts all together (but maybe this “nut” is a little out to lunch!).

And all this makes me excited to learn to cook!   Keep tuned – see what food hits my fancy next!