And then...

And then sometimes you can be sideswiped by something so much greater than yourself. Every moment is new and you can never say with certainty what's coming next...but you'll do best to be prepared to live fully every moment. Gods Grace be with us. 

L

Sometimes...

Sometimes you just can't count fast enough. Sometimes hours take days...and then sometimes minutes don't even exist, just seconds. Sometimes times are incomprehensible.

L

And we walk...and then we go to Banff and hype the kid up on whipped cream in a cup. Oh Sunday. 

Oh Sunday.

Oh, how we love Sundays. Today we drove out to Johnstons Canyon after a wonderful morning at The Lantern. Picked up Genoa Salami and Havarti at the Coop Deli with some buns. Turned off the #1 some hour and a bit later to stumble accross a 'herd' of mountain goats. Is that what they are?  They were mingling around the car and we took many pictures. How could you not? It was amazing. More pictures to follow.

Corn Bread

So I've obtained a need to proclaim to you more frequently now. Perhaps it's because it's one of the few things I can do while doing one of the few things I do...um...aka...what can I do while Greta sleeps and Theodore is having a bath? Fold laundry, read a book (which I haven't done in 3 months), or blog...I'm sure we can all think of a few more things I can do...but for now, I will blog. 

I know some people absolutely love corn bread. I've never understood it. I thought it was because maybe I'd never tried it fresh before. I have a container of cornmeal. I have a cast iron pan. I made some corn bread. I still don't get it. Sure it's nice hot with a dallop of butter....but nothing amazing. Theodore liked it...but not alone. I used a few pieces to turn the chile/soup deal I made for dinner into a thicker sludge he could spoon. Good stuff. I will only make it again if it seems the PERFECT companion to something else...or if David proclaims his love for it...but it won't be fresh. He won't. 

Dryer's almost done tumbling. I talked about corn bread. Time to fold laundry...and I guess I have a few books I've been meaning to read...likely won't for a while though.

Splish splash

L

Festivities not shared...

So I finally convinced myself to bundle up the kids and myself and brave a walk this morning. Poor Theodore hadn't been out in a few days (well, none of us had...but I think he cares more). Went to pick up a pound of coffee down the street. Luke's had Kicking Horse on sale for $9 something. Then I decided to keep up the fresh air and walk down the Avenue to see about window shopping and perhaps sit for a coffee with the kids. We barreled down towards the yarn shop...but our group wasn't too quiet at that moment so we barreled on. Got to Starbucks...the one thats open late...and I discovered MUCH smaller than the one only a couple blocks away. It was swarming. No smiles. Decorations everywhere. Middle aged business men in shiny pointed shoes glaring at me as if to dare me to sit near them with my two vocal kids. I ordered a Ginger Snap Latte and a rice krispie square for Theodore. Birthday money dwindling. Shiny man dove into the last table. Latte ready...and still no krispie square..."oh right"...Theodore gets his square...I jam the stroller into the door twice before getting me and my squawkers out. Managed to hang onto all purchased goods. Not a smile or friendly face in the bunch. I tried. I did. Why don't you all go home and try popcorn and a candle lit fort! Decided to bench it outside and discover my latte might qualify as warm...shiny man staring from the window...wind gusts bothering Theodore. Decided to walk home. Dead rabbit in a tipped over box on the corner of the Junior High. Boys eating hot dog buns. Theodore yelling "moh peese me-me".  Mitt handled krispie snack is over. Home. Cabbage rolls. Baby hugs and snuggles. Both in bed and I have a bath. Ice pellets now on the windows. Can't wait to put the balcony lights on tonight. 

Stay warm everyone...it sure is cold sometimes.

L

Miniature Festivities

Okay, so I guess it's my turn because I am feeling the vibe. I'm not sure why I feel so festive before the calendar page has turned...perhaps because the kids have recieved early gifts with family visitors. It's got me jolly jovial craving christmas cozy. Theodore and I put up a string of lights on the balcony and 19 christmas balls on the bookshelves. Stockings are hung (still with Ikea tags on them...thanks Mama), carols are on, smelly candles out, and a big bowl of christmas oranges. I would post the pictures I took, if only I were more available to figure out how. Maybe David can give me a hand later...see what he thinks of the tiny tree I brought out...the one he almost didn't let me bring out here. 

L