Author: Allegra

Born when atmospheric carbon was 316 PPM. Settled on MST country since 1997. Parent, grandparent.

Walking around

Tammy and I poked around the campus yesterday, in between light showers of rain. Nothing was open, and there were very few people around.

I had no idea the public art up on the campus was so hideous. I’d post pics, but nobody would thank me. Tammy cooked a wonderful dinner.

Mike was over briefly – I gave him his prezzie – and then he left again without taking it with him. Oh well, he’ll have to come back for it.

I am having a lovely vacation.

Bonnie called yesterday and we had a very nice earflapping; she’s seen HORDES of relatives. She wryly commented that this was a good vacation not to take her spouse on; I bet he was happy to be left behind.

Tammy here

Tammy and I had a leisurely meal at the Himalayan Restaurant and then earflapped for about six hours and then crashed.  Now we’re up, caffeinated and ready to go to a service at the new location of Beacon, which is the Gathering Place in Port Coquitlam.  I am very much looking forward to it….

Now I have to give Bonnie a call because she is in town and we probably won’t get to meet because of the last minute nature of the visit, but I definitely want to see her if chance affords.

so anyway (family bad news)

Now, my mother will kick my heinie if I talk about any of this in a sloppy, sentimental or overly dramatic way, but I think the sensitive viewer will admit that finding out that your mom has cancer is one of those things that makes you very preoccupied and introspective.

Having said that I must hasten to add a number of facts:

She’ll still probably live a long time.  By the numbers – and we’re kind of funny that way, as a family, thinking about probabilities in as realistic a fashion as we can – it’s true.
She’s going to get excellent care.
She’s not scared, freaked out or lying on the bathroom floor washing tranks down with red wine, while my dad frantically beats on the door calling her name. Actually, I find it rather amusing to even suggest that she’d do such a thing, it’s so far away from what she’s like.  In fact, I’d pay good money to watch her pretend to do that.

Everything that’s about to happen is going to be an inconvenience.  That’s the way she’s treating it, and I’m going to line up behind her on that one, although you can bet your sweet ass I’ll be visiting her somewhat more frequently in future, now that my 8 months of navel gazing are done. I’ll be more comfortable knowing what the course of treatment is going to be, but I’m not going to waste two seconds feeling sorry for her or me.  If you have her contact info you can fire off an email to her directly or you can post comments to this if you feel so inclined.

The waiting is hard.  We’ll be better when there’s something to be done.

I always thought Newt Gingrich was questionably abled

Until I saw this speech.

I sure saw more that I agreed with than I thought I would.  And anybody who can work the word ‘seriatum’ into a speech and look like he uses it all the time appropriately in the process will make me weak in the knees. Gosh, humans are suckers for speech fluency, didja ever notice?

Dinner was wonderful.  I am currently meditating on how I’m a meat and two veg kind of woman.

Communicative evening.

Briefest, Keith. I was watching a parkour video at the same time and didn’t tell him.

Next, me auld mither. Much earflapping commiserating plotting etc.

Next, the dear lass Peggy, returned with smiles from visiting NFLD. And and and – sailing! Tom in a sailboat for the first time in 40 years. Experiencing vicarious happiness!!! I’ll see them at church on Sunday with Tammy, if everything goes as skedded.

Then, Brother Jerome, to toast in words his anticipated and upcoming nuptials with the stunning and practical (ah, such a wonderful combination in a life partner) Shannon.

Briefly, Mike, “I have gift for you = and Tammy is coming so don’t be a stranger!”

Then Elly, who is going to Toronto to visit her boys next month! And fine, strapping lads they are, too, full of creative vim and energy.

Then, daughter Katie. I owe her money, how did that happen?

Now the smell of the chicken wings I cooked is getting quite assertive, so I’m gonna have sweet potato and chicken wings.

MMMMM.