Celebrating my New Found Freedom

Flip flops (pata patas)! Oh my toes were dancing as they slipped into the shoes that I love most in the world. After a winter wrapped in wool socks, boots, and other suffocating options my toes are free and loving it.

Perhaps of more interest is that Alvin and I had an amazing Saturday. I was out at the UofA at the crack of dawn to write my exam. The experience was pretty much the usual- sweaty palms to start, the wheezing, snorting coughing guy sitting behind me,and a room full of people with small bladders who had to exit via a squeaking door- bah. I would have liked to have left feeling a bit more confident about the exam but it is over and I have a 2-month waiting period before I will know whether I passed.

From the exam I trotted over to Alvin's convocation which was lovely (ok- long...but lovely).

A celebratory meal post-convocation was in store. We found a gem of a Lebanese diner and enjoyed every bite & sip of delectable fruity pop.

We wrapped up our evening continuing to do what we love to do- watching a buzzer beater of an Edmonton Energy basketball game. Woo hoo!

Cell Phone

After two years of going without...I caved. I have happily invested in a cell phone & am very happy to be back in the texting world. The only thing I must do before arriving at work today is figure out how to turn the ringer off*grin*. Happy Monday.

Jogging, Grilled Cheese Sandwiches, and Adoption

I realize my posts are few & far between; & perhaps that's why this post will include a number of little stories/ ramblings.


1. I hit the road the other day for a jog. The day was glorious- as I feel are most days when I'm able to get out & enjoy the sights, sounds, smells & fresh air. While trotting along, taking in the Spring changes to the river valley, I wondered if I actually enjoyed jogging or if it was merely the outdoors I enjoyed. I started thinking about how I don't often push myself (I remember nearly dying last year when Alvin & I ran hills together); and then I started smiling because I had already set the goal that my base run for this spring/summer is 7km. Last year when I didn't really feel like running I'd rip off a quick 4-5km route but this year the minimum is 7km. So I guess I do enjoy running & ensuring that I meet my targets. I look forward to exploring a new route today that should be about 8km- but really, for me right now just being out there & enjoying the road is enough for me.

2. Alvin & I passed through my brother's place the other day & found him ready to dive into his grilled cheese sandwich for lunch. I never make grilled cheese sandwiches but it looked so good I proceeded home to make my version of grilled cheese (I added banana peppers & salsa- delicious)! Thanks Tom, for the inspiration*smile*.

3. I'm not sure that I've told the wide world (& my few readers) that I'll be writing an exam for Part 1 on the journey towards my HR designation early May. I was horrified yesterday when I completed a practice exam & did terribly. (OK- I'm passing the practice test but I hardly did any better than when I wrote the test cold- with zero preparation- imagine)! I've psyched myself out a bit because it's multiple choice & generally I do not do too well with that time of examination. I guess I'll have to invest a little more time than I have been to properly prepare myself for the day. Boo.

4. All of Alberta is talking about our elections...I didn't feel great about voting this year because I felt that I didn't have a great candidate to select- I sort of felt like I was selecting a lesser evil- not someone who I really believed in- odd experience for me.

5. I've been knitting the most gorgeous baby blanket for my dear cousin Marty & his beautiful wife Pat who are expecting their first in May. I wanted to have it completed in the next couple of weeks so I could send it to them across the country. But late last night I realized there were a few missed stitches & I went ahead & pulled apart my work rather than figuring out how to fix the boo boos. But I went out today & bought a new wool which will be more appropriate for boy or girl...so hopefully the blanket will arrive in Nova Scotia before the baby is 1-year old*grin*

6. Finally (last one, I promise) my Pop planted cukes & tomatoes from seeds weeks ago in hopes of having them hardy enough for planting in the next few weeks. Unfortunately they haven't done very well so he asked that I adopt them & see if they can grow a bit more in my warmer apartment (for all of you who've been to my parents place with slippers, sweaters & scarves- feel free to laugh- I can't believe my dad can get his Canna lilies up in that freezer of a house they keep)*grin*. Here they are at the time of adoption...I'm not sure that I'll have any more luck but I do baby them- I've been coaxing them to flourish...fingers crossed their will be fruits from our labour.

Tomatoes & Cucumbers

The Cukes

Spindly Tomatoes

2nd Annual Spring Trip

Mom & I have started an annual Springtime Alberta road trip. This year- since we planned for an April trip- we agreed to go South in search of warmer weather & hoodoos. We had one afternoon of warm-ish weather which we spent out-of-doors at the Calgary Zoo. It pretty much went downhill from there weather-wise; but we had a blast traipsing around the prairies and into the badlands. Photos below are of the Zoo, our trip to Rosebud Theatre for an afternoon play (fun!) and then a frosty visit to the Hoodoos just outside Drumheller.

Some Kind of Morning

I love that I behave like a little old lady. This was the view from my balcony this morning:

My immediate thought was "I'd be crazy to drive in this". So I opted to take the bus. Ignoring the morning news reporter complaining about the weather off I trotted sans toque & mittens. I was soaked...but couldn't help but notice just how beautiful a morning it was. (I would not have been this chipper if I drove to work- apparently there were cars in ditches everywhere). I fancy myself quite clever for taking the easy route...though I seem to have had some kind of skin reaction to the cold whipping snow- my forehead is still welted & red looking. How odd. I will not post my picture*grin*

No sense complaining- this is life in Northern Alberta...and chances are it will all be melted by tomorrow...since this is how it's looking now.

2 Years Yesterday

I suppose Spring is a fairly busy time for everyone- Alvin & I have quietly noted that it was 2 years yesterday that we arrived back in Canada. Things have been so busy with Alvin's school schedule, Pops' 65th birthday, etc that we haven't had too much time to reflect on all the changes we've enjoyed over the past two years. I can only affirm that time does truly fly when you're having fun*grin*. But it is nice to pause and enjoy exactly where we are right now. We spend so much time planning for the future that I do enjoy celebrating what most would feel is mundane. That being said I am off to prepare a delicious meal (and so you all know- cooking has trumped my desire to run)*giggling*.

Happy Tuesday to all*grin*

My Mouth is Watering

Today is the day- one year ago- my grandmother passed away. None of the family wanted to make a big occasion of the day but I could not let the day pass without notice. And nothing seemed to make my Gran happier than news of her granddaughter preparing good Mennonite meals. So I find myself trying to make homemade noodles for the first time ever. They will be accompanied by barbecued farmer's sausage & peas- oh, and of course, cream gravy (schmandtfat). As I was slicing the noodles up (pictures to follow) my mouth started watering. Isn't is amazing how taste-buds can dredge up memories?

The cream gravy took forever to thicken but the food turned out fabulously- almost like Gran's.

There was cause to smile on my drive to yoga; covering the soccer pitch was a gaggle of Canadian Geese- a warm memory of time with my Grandpa. Today is a day for me to celebrate the memories of my dear grandparents. And the food was great too*grin*

Nightmares

I woke up in the middle of the night, unable to fall back asleep because my heart was racing. It's been an age since I've had a nightmare & I couldn't figure out what would have triggered a dream about murderers and drownings. That evening I had attended a stellar yoga class; we did two of my favourite poses and I hadn't done them in ages. And you know these yogi-types, they spend a lot of time talking about the energies in your body and how some poses can create releases of these energies. So I got the giggles at work explaining that I must have upset some inner chi to have had a nightmare. It was only much later in the evening when I was chatting with my mom that it 'clicked'; I remembered that before yoga class I was watching the news. The stories of the day were so disturbing that I switched off the TV- those horrors must have come back when I was resting.

It all seems like a distant memory now- & I've been back at the knitting. I'm getting closer but still- not quite right.

The Worst of Winter is Over

I can't resist posting because of my after-work run last evening. First, it was 13 degrees (yes- above zero) and second, there was enough sunlight to take my time on the trails. I am not trying to tempt fate- we are certain to get some more snow & cold weather- but the fact that the days are longer causes a small case of spring fever for me.

It was a perfect start to the weekend- enjoy!

Good friends & Beautiful Weather

Someone, somewhere, once told me that you should consider yourself lucky if you have a couple of good friends throughout the course of your life. In this respect, I have been truly blessed; I have an amazing group of solid friends to surround myself with from many different corners of the world. Recently I went down to Calgary for work & was able to connect with good friends from my University days. And I couldn't help but think- how amazing to drop an email to people I haven't seen in years- and not miss a beat. (I am not exaggerating- Hol & I deduced that we had not met since 2004. Marty thought we'd seen each other as recently as 2009- which might be right)*smile*. This is what I find most amazing- of course we've grown and changed and gotten more grey hair- but the natural flow to the conversation (fueled by one single glass of wine) reminded me how dear these friends are.

I also wanted to post a couple of shots from my balcony this evening- the days are getting longer & we're getting some beautiful sunsets. We've had a glorious couple of days with knee deep snow (well, not so glorious for Alvin because he has to shovel it)*giggling*. But it is quite a sight- fresh white snow, Alberta blue skies and a brilliant sun all day today. It's important for me to take a couple of moments to be thankful.

Where to Start?

I've had a number of thoughts on how to compose this post- here are some of my starts.

- The only way the weekend could have been any sweeter would have been if the Boston Celtics played better. What a dream to watch our favourite team play live. Kevin Garnett is amazing even on an off day. I was dying to see Rondo at his best- explosive, scoring, making crazy assists and being fired up about playing- I guess it was not to be. Ray Allen's text book quick release jump shot is something to be seen by any basketball fan- live & in person was indescribable. And Paul Pierce...what an athlete. I loved to see Doc Rivers in action (the head coach) even if it was only in frustration last Friday*smile*..

- When I think about how the weekend played out sometimes I want to start with what happened last. So, in reverse chronology - the Zambia National football team (the Chipolopolo) won the Africa Cup of Nations on Sunday for the first time ever. If that isn't sweet enough- I was able to watch the match with friends from Zambia...on a Smartphone...in Toronto.

- My dear friend Jen knows that I have never been a Lakers fan and certainly not a Kobe fan...but how can I start to explain my excitement at being able to watch -live- one of the world's best athletes? And did he ever put on a show. The whole fourth quarter was watched on our feet- cheering, hooting, hollering & getting caught up in all the excitement of a buzzer-beater finish between the Lakers & the Raptors.

- All of the yoga instructors I've had over the years mention the importance of living in the 'now'. They always talk about listening to your body, staying focused while you're on your mat, and not worrying about the past or the future. I am so fortunate to have a partner who reminds me of that. I was fresh off a retirement course (yes, 30 & planning for retirement- seems a bit odd) when we first tossed around the idea of an NBA weekend trip. Rather than taking my little bonus & wrapping it up for the future in an RRSP- living in the 'now' took over. And there will be no regrets after such an amazing weekend. All I could think while we were in Toronto- doing what we love to do- i.e. watching basketball- was: "this is living".

When we weren't watching some of the best basketball players in the NBA we wandered all over Toronto and connected with some dear friends. (And I might add here that my family was very understanding that it was a basketball weekend- rest assured we will plan another basketball-filled weekend but take a few more days to make sure we can visit with family too).

The crew from Zambia

Kieran & his beautiful family.

Out & about in T.O.

Pride Gets the Last Laugh

Early in 2012 I've been committed to my goal of learning how to knit a toque (hat/ headsock...depending on where you're from). I've been working from the knitting book that Dev bought me for Christmas. I'm thrilled to be learning how to really knit- reading patterns & learning to change the colours of yarn. I know I know- it's always the small things with me. I began the project with a scarf to build up my confidence before starting in on the matching toque. I have proudly been sporting the scarf assuring all who see me that a beautiful toque is to follow shortly.

The first project of 2012 has been completed- details in attached slide show.

French Baroque

I think it's always nice to keep the company of people who will take you out of your comfort zone. A good friend invited me to an event put on by a group of people who are interested in music of previous centuries- they put on shows with instruments from earlier centuries. My mom & I decided to step out of the old comfort zone & check it out. The concert took place at a beautiful old church in the city. I have to say it wasn't really my thing (the harpsichord is an interesting instrument but not one that makes me want to get up and dance), but it was an interesting night. The musician talked of duelling composers from the 1700s & brawls at the cafes they frequented. It was certainly a far cry from the basketball courts I'm used to- but it was lovely.

That musical event set the tone for an amazing weekend. Saturday I met Tom & Devo's new pup- what a cutey. I'm pleased to introduce Edgar!

Sunday I had a skating date with Andrea & it was so lovely- it was wonderful to hit the ice on a warm afternoon.

These 'anniversary' lilies have also kept me smiling- each day a new one opens- how glorious.

The Queen of Cliché

In my line of work- dealing with people all the time- I come across a lot of clichés (and a lot of talk about the weather). The funny thing about clichés for me is that I always get them wrong. For example: "Now we're cooking with gas" came out of my mouth as: "Now we're cooking with oil"- not sure I'll ever live that one down at work.

The other night I was lying in bed trying to think of a way to describe a particular feeling in my heart. I thought of the expression "tugging at the heartstrings" and I reflected that not once had I ever considered my heart as an instrument. Then I chuckled when I read "My heart did a pirouette like one of those dancing hippos in Fantasia" (from: The Curse of the Holy Pail, by Sue Ann Jaffarian - a smutty mystery novel series that I can't resist)*grin*.

But neither of these ways to describe the heart have resonated with why my heart is so happy.

One of the boys I used to coach (you know, your average 17 or 18-year old boy) had sent a message to Alvin on Facebook to say hi to me. And there's this feeling of excitement, happiness, awe, or something- that makes me well up with pride that a young kid across all these miles would remember his old coach- even if only for a few minutes. It means so much to me to hear from them via email or Alvin's FB; taking the time to extend wishes or a hello brings out all the warm fuzzies. I invested so much time at those basketball courts that I'm heartened to know that some of the kids have recognized how much I care for them. If I find the right words to describe the feeling, one day, I will post them up here.

I've also been told (somewhere along the way) to take note or commemorate some of life's small achievements. Yesterday I celebrated my 3rd anniversary with my dear Alvin - yay! Here are some flowers & our anniversary candle that are on the kitchen table reminding us of how fortunate we are, and how our lives have changed over these three years. Thanks to all for thinking of us with emails/ snail mail / flowers.

Cold Snap

We all knew it was coming...our unseasonably warm temperatures of the past months now seem like a distant memory. It is currently -28 degrees Celsius but it feels like -39 with wind chill. Alvin has stepped out to work in this madness for a couple of hours. I could think of nothing worse.

We've only had a couple of days of this but I've had the furnace blowing full blast & it seems that I constantly have a pot of tea on the go. I feel like I have a mild headache- on the verge of becoming full fledged due to all the white noise. Inevitably it made me think of power cuts in Lusaka. All the humming from refrigerators, TVs, radios- shutdown; I remember smiling in the dark of my former apartment. Hearing the neighbours conversations loud & clear from behind the wall- no interference from any electrical hums or buzzes. How easy it is to think the grass is greener. And I have forced myself to remember (when praying that my '98 Rav4 will start in the morning, when I can't breathe from the shock of the cold, when I want the furnace sounds to kick off) the mad scurrying of the cockroaches when the power went out. Aiming the flashlight in the kitchen was like a scene from a horror film with the monster roaches running for the dark corners. I am not saying that I prefer this cold...but I'm reminding myself that the joys of shorts & t-shirt weather everyday, anytime of day or night, come with tropical insects...Here's to staying optimistic in 2012!

I had to include this photo of Tom- I don't envy his job as mailman these days*grin*

(Hope ya don't mind Tommy- such an amazing photo).

Bat Out of...

I felt like such a hypocrite last night. I've always told myself that I'm not a big city girl. During our trip to New York in the Fall I recognized that the pace of life in such big happenin' cities is just too busy for me. I kept telling myself that I would never want to get pulled into such a hectic way of life- always on the go.

I recall recently driving somewhere with my mom; she very gently suggested that I could go a few kilometres over the speed limit (I used to have a heavy foot- but I lost that somewhere along the way). I now putt along in the slow lane like an old lady.

Then there was me last night, getting wound up and hitting the gas pedal very heavily, on my way to yoga. How hilarious is that? Rushing to relax. Sigh. I always have the best intentions to leave on time...instead I end up rushing like a bat out of heck.

Last'11 post

It has been a great year and I've thoroughly enjoyed a few days off during this holiday season. It's always so nice to catch up with family & friends who maybe I hadn't heard from in a while. I love this time of year.

Alvin & I are especially stoked after booking a weekend Toronto trip- we're planning our first NBA live experience. And of course we've bought tickets to see our favourite team (I feel like a little kid I'm so excited) the Boston Celtics. It's going to be a quick trip & I'm hoping that my family will forgive me because we're planning on having a very selfish weekend- hopefully 2 NBA games before returning home- with little (or no) time for visiting & gallivanting. We'll see as the date draws nearer.

But I do get ahead of myself. Christmas was lovely- and I'm thrilled that my Gran-style verenike (cottage cheese perogies) turned out great. Mom taught me how to make the cream gravy- who knew it had to be whipping cream?!*grin* Tom very graciously took a photo because I was so proud of how beautiful my perogies turned out (the rest of the meal was divine- I'm just the one who insisted on the photo)*grin*.

I could post a whole bunch more reflections on an amazing year...but I'd rather show this video that Tom shared with me- hilarious. I do love yoga but don't always like the trendiness surrounding it...hope you enjoy this video, I know I did. Happy New Year all.

My Worst Reads of the Year

Most of you know that I'm an avid reader...most of you also know that I'm an optimist. That's why I want to try something a little different as we near the end of 2011. This year I would like to highlight my 2 worst reads of the year. I know- I usually stick to my faves (& some optimism might still trickle in...) but I really feel like sharing the most disappointing reads my greedy little eyes consumed.

#1- The Good Mayor - a love story that could not get any worse. I held on through the disappointments hoping it would improve. A secretary for the town mayor who has been unlucky in love has a crush on her boss- one that is strongly encouraged. The setting is some Eastern European country I was trying to dive into. Just as I'm beginning to see that this will not follow the fairy tale ending the heroine (?) turns into a dog to escape the prying eyes of the townsfolk and steals away in the night with the mayor. When the dog and mayor are safely away to start a new life she resumes her human shape.

Really?

Disaster.

#2- I do try to read Canadian literature...but this author I found particularly discouraging because she used lots of long complex sentences to say nothing. Nothing! I know you've all tried to read those books- but I kept getting distracted by these perfectly manufactured (sometimes beautiful phrases) that did not tell a story. Call me old-fashioned but the stories I enjoy have a beginning, a middle, and an end*grin*. I wouldn't say this lady is a terrible author but Charlotte Gill is not my preferred type of story-teller (& I would not recommend her short stories)*grin*.

Apart from those two it was another great year of reading. I shamelessly fall back on British murder mysteries when I've finished a book that leaves me feeling 'meh'. If any of you have some good recommends please send my way. I could recommend a couple good ones but don't want to change this post from the negative to the positive*grin*.

The Only Thing Worse...

The only thing worse than finding that someone has left a tissue in their pocket & thrown the load in the washing machine is knowing that you're the one who left the tissue in her pocket.

Drat.

1st Snow Run of the Season

That's right, I hit the road tonight & it feels great. I would lie if I didn't say that about half-way through I thought perhaps I should've shortened the first run after quite some time...but the home stretch felt great & I feel motivated to keep it up with the mild weather.

I was also the lucky beneficiary of an extra wreath that Dev accumulated- how cute! I suggested that perhaps I should hang it on the inside of my door so I could enjoy it more often...I don't think Alvin's up for that*grin*. Thanks Tom & Dev for passing this on to me.