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Becoming independent

Part of becoming independent is learning how to drive. 

Today we were doing just that learning to drive.

The car jerks backwards. 

The trip

down

     our convoluted driveway

 takes five tries

and then we switch.

The lesson can be retried again till it is done with ease another day.

Out on the straight streets

The car moves smoothly, the speed good

Till the corner when

                                     It is

                                            Obvious

                                     That we’ve

                                Swung a little

                        Too wide.

Need to work on that.

Then on to lane switches.

Not too bad,

Good shoulder checking.

No screeching brakes from other lanes yet.

The turns are getting better.

The four way stop’s a breeze.

Then we                              to try parallel parking.

                switch drivers —     

Not too bad.

No dents or scratches yet!

Okay all you drivers passing us!

Be patient.

You learned once too!

We have a kitten.  I have never been a real cat lover – tending to like dogs more than cats.  I think dogs are more trainable and maybe return affection to their masters in different ways than cats.

But Michelle, my daughter-in-law found this little kitten in the hedge by her moms house out north of town.  We have no idea how he got there or what happened to him but somewhere along the way he lost a leg.  If it had just been a well kitten, it would have taken up residence amoung the many cats at the farm.  But this little guy wouldn’t stand a chance on his own on a farm.  Not with only three legs.  Especially since the stump has not healed over very well.

Like Michelle, I have a soft spot for “weak little things”.  The kitten needed a place, needed antibiotics and a bit of extra care.  So we are now ( I claim him as mine) cat owners.  Our dog was a bit miffed but the kitten had enough spunk to put her in her place right away.  A tiny hiss and a swat to the nose did it.  Now the kitten can eat in peace and has the run of the house.

His name is Triple.  Tripy for short.  He snuggles up beside me as I write here this morning, trying to get my attention by batting at the back of my elbow.

Wow, this was a busy weekend.  And it’s not quite over yet.  I am feeling like there have been too many parties in the last two days.

Last night we went to the Red Card Cabaret.  This was the first annual big fund raiser for soccer.  It was planned to raise funds to send Sara’s team to Nationals in Halifax – but then they lost in the finals so they won’t nned the funds for themselves.  We decided to raise money anyway since we had already planned the event.  So if any team gets to that level they will have some funds to start out with.  We figure that if this is done every year, it will make it easier for the team taht will eventually go to  some playoff without the parents having to work like crazy to get enough funds.

And it turned out to be a fun evening.  Randall and Lauralea went with us and Lauralea won a doorprize.  Leo and I got to know some of the other soccer parents better and although it was lots of work it was fun too.

Today was the birthday celebration for my aunt.  She is going to be 80 on Wednesday.  We had a come and go tea for her and about 300 people showed up.  Aunty Florence is everyone’s auntie.  And Auntie Florence is how she is known to just about everyone in town.  But she really is my auntie.  She was my idol when I was little – I wanted to grow up to be just like her.  She is about as close to a saint as a person can get on this earth.  I’m not quite as much like her in that way! 

I must say the only thing not saintly about her is her driving – it is getting scary.  But the reasons why she needs to drive are saintly – she is always giving some one of her friends and aquaintances a ride.  And for years I depended on her to drive my children to their lessons while I was at work.  My kids loved having Auntie Florence pick them up.  She is a bit of a pushover when it comes to saying no to them and they would only have to mention that they were hungry and she would take them to A&W or McD’s. 

Anyway, I have about had enough late nights for this weekend and I am heading for my soft soft pillow.  Good night.

In my wanderings around the web I have come across a blog that to me is full of words that inspire and fascinate me at the same time.  Check out Vivid and read the authors rendition of Psalm 88 – beautiful.

As I go off to work again this morning, I want to share a prayer for the day from Esther de Waal’s book The Celtic Way of Prayer.  Part of the significance of this prayer to me is the phrase “Bless to me, O God, The handling of my hand”.  I work with my hands.  I use my hands to bring healing and repair to broken down mouths.  Often the people who come need more than just their teeth repaired.  My part in repairing broken people often seems pretty insignificant in the light of the fact that the parts that really need fixing are somewhere deep inside.  But I also believe that God can use the handling of my hands in ways beyond the superficial repair of teeth.  So God, I give you my hands again today – use them for your work. 

Bless to me, O God,

My soul and my body;

Bless to me, O God,

My belief and my condition;

Bless to me, O God,

My heart and my speech,

And bless to me, O God,

The handling of my hand;

Strength and busyness of morning,

Habit and temper of modesty,

Force and wisdom of thought,

And Thine own path, O God of virtues,

Till I go to sleep at night;

Thine own path, O God of virtues,

Till I go to sleep this night.

I just came back from a meeting for soccer.  A big fund raising banquet/dance is planned for this Friday night.  It was originally planned to raise money to get the girls to nationals if they won their league.  They missed out on that but the fund raiser is going ahead anyway so that we can help other teams to go in the future if the chance arises.

I don’t mind helping out with the fund raiser – it beats being obligated to work a Bingo or finding someone else to do it for us.  I get to make a ton of coleslaw for this one.

But at the meeting I heard of a series of a new high performance training sessions.  Sara should be doing this since she plays at this level.  One of the days and times they will be training is Sunday morning from 10 till 12.  Now I do not mind if she has to miss the occaisional Sunday to attend a special tournament.  But to miss all Sundays to train for soccer just doesn’t sit well with me.  She knows she is the only girl on the team to whom it matters much.  I wrote an official e-mail of complaint but I don’t know if that will make any difference.  I hope it matters to other parents as well, but I doubt that it will. 

This is one of those really tough decisions that parents have to make for their kids and know that whatever we decide will have repurcussions for our kids that they will have to live with, not us.  Sometimes it is hard to know if this is one of those hills we should choose to die on.  Prayer would be greatly appreciated.

Update:

I came home tonight and checked my e-mail.  The soccer coordinator says – the times have not been finalized, that he understands my concerns and that he will take them into consideration.  Thanks for your prayers.  We may not have a good decision on times yet but at least we have some room to work.