Wednesday, September 15, 2021

Joke of the Day

a farmer friend sent me this today.

I laughed out loud after I had worked my way through it.



Jacob (age 92) and Rebecca (age 89), living in Miami, are all excited about their decision to get married. They go for a stroll to discuss the wedding, and on the way they pass a drugstore. Jacob suggests they go in.

Jacob addresses the man behind the counter: "Are you the owner?" The pharmacist answers, "Yes."

Jacob: "We're about to get married. Do you sell heart medication?" Pharmacist: "Of course, we do."

Jacob: "How about medicine for circulation?" Pharmacist: "All kinds."

Jacob: "Medicine for rheumatism?" Pharmacist: "Definitely."

Jacob: "How about suppositories?" Pharmacist: "You bet!"

Jacob: "Medicine for memory problems, arthritis and Alzheimer's?" Pharmacist: "Yes, a large variety. The Works."

Jacob: "What about vitamins, sleeping pills, Geritol, antidotes for Parkinson's disease?" Pharmacist: "Absolutely."

Jacob: "​An​ything for heartburn and indigestion?" Pharmacist: "We sure do."

Jacob: "You sell wheelchairs and walkers and canes?" Pharmacist: "All speeds and sizes."

Jacob: "Adult diapers?" Pharmacist: "Sure."

Jacob: "​Ok good, ​We'd like to use this store as our Bridal​ Registry!

Monday, September 13, 2021

A bit of a catch up

I woke up this morning in a good place. A lighter mood then I have known for a long time.

The weeks have slowed down recently. It’s like one day it’s Tuesday and then it’s Thursday but it feels like two weeks have been lived in that time. I think it’s because there is so much that I face, process, and experience with each new day.

Time continues to be a funny thing to me. It's flexible yet hard and fast. You get 24 hours to spend however you like, on whatever you like. But only 24 hours in each day. And we are only promised today, tomorrow isn’t ours to have, yet.

So what will I do with today.

I can worry, I can wonder. Or, as it has been for so much of the past months, my mind can be in a state of trauma and I can be considering fight or flight all day long. All. Day. Long.

There certainly have been some days and weeks which have been mostly free from that feeling, and days when I have processed it enough to enjoy the day in some sense of not having that thing be front and center in my mind. But then something will happen to take me right back there. And time is lost, again.

I am a pastor and I have been trained in many disciplines. People like to think I have many answers to many things, but at the end of the day, there are rarely any quick fixes to the broken human being. Time, patience, and engaging with ourselves and with trusted others are good places to begin when seeking health. And I am on that way.

That’s the way I’ve been on this past seven months.

There are many new things I am learning along this way, most of which I don’t want to learn. But for the first time in a long time, I can see a glimmer of light in the darkness. We just need to press in or hang on or whatever that is as we wait for the light to reach us completely.

Friday, June 04, 2021

Some Purple Garden Majesty

Well these little babies are back and seem pretty happy to have made it through winter. Unfortunately as yet they are the only colour, except for green, in the garden.

But I happen to think that this lavender or purple just goes well with the green.

Speaking of, the lilacs finally are beginning to blossom. Seems late this year but they are already much better than last years appearance of two small branches of purple, due to a bad winters frost. Our son-in-law, a tree guy, helped cut back the bush last fall, and now it is full of purple promise.

I expect you’ll see some here yet.

Thursday, June 03, 2021

Talking and listening (on the phone)

Time has been sneaking away during this pandemic and I'm noticing changes, especially aging in people I haven't seen for a while.

While my story hasn't been one of urgency, there are those who are losing contact either physically or mentally with those they love. Whoever that may be.

There is some good truth in this article. Not just about getting mom and dad to talk, but others as well. It takes work I suppose and depending on how private your friends or family may be, it may be a lot of work to accomplish. But I gotta believe there is value in it.

Anyway it's a good read. Check it out as you like.

Here's How I Get My Parents Talking on the Phone

Wednesday, March 31, 2021

John Donne died today 1572–1631

“Death, be not proud, though some have called thee Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so.” 

 “Lo,” preached the newly ordained minister, quoting the Book of Lamentations at the funeral of his wife, “I am the man that hath seen affliction.” Indeed, from the death of his father to his own, John Donne witnessed much affliction. 

The Black Plague was repeatedly sweeping through London—three waves during his 10-year tenure as dean of St. Paul’s Cathedral—killing tens of thousands with each recurrence. For months Donne thought himself a sure victim of the disease. 

Throughout his life, he withstood financial ruin, the destruction of his family, religious persecution, and other plagues. Yet, he became one of England’s greatest love poets, and one of the greatest preachers of the 1600s.

Certainly one of my favourite poets. He died at age 59.

Wednesday, March 17, 2021

Who am I

Identity is something that is sort of imprinted in us by our DNA but we are also shaped by our surroundings. My DNA testing kit tells me one thing, but my mom, siblings, friends, spouse, and children have another part of the story to tell.

Boy that seemed to go deep kinda fast there, for Pete's sake, (apologies to Pete.) 

I am doing some internal processing of my identity, checking my present understanding of myself with my previous understanding. What to change, what to keep. Or better yet, what I like and what I may be wise to toss out, if I can toss.

Actually the point of this post was that I downloaded the Snapchat app. (See what I mean about going deep quickly?)

I downloaded the app for some of the fun with the filters and yeah, I had fun.

This one was called the Hipster Look Lens. 

Umm yeah, or I look like that guy from The Oak Ridge Boys. Either way, it's a stretch for me. If Covid has taught me anything its that I like my hair short.

This one is more of a sixties rock band manager look.

I appreciate what its trying to say, yeah baby, and my hair is grey enough. But it's the problem I always have wearing shades.  I already wear glasses and how cool do those people look who wear sunglasses over their prescription glasses?

Yeah, you know it.

So then I though what about clearing the land up there on top?

It's kind of what my brother, my younger brother I hasten to add, has to do. And it's kind of where my friend Toni is headed, at least it seems. So it's a look some of my best friends and family are sporting.

But alas I have been blessed with locks of hair. I expect I'll be ok with the receding hairline, and it will speed up my morning ablutions considerably, but why rush it.

So I land here. An older version of myself.

A few more pronounced wrinkles, probably more ear hair. Certainly whiter, which my barber Moe tells me we are moving quickly towards these days.

Mom says I look like my great grandfather, which I'm ok with certainly. He was a good looking fellow and in the photos I have from the sixties he's wearing a narrow tie, the style back then. (Yay grandpa)

I do kinda like this version of myself.  
Now, I understand that this is all on the outside, but if I can just keep the inside gentle and at some sense of peace, if I can not get bitter and angry in there, if I can age well in my spirit, I stand a chance of pulling this look off.

Or failing that, I can fight aging and go with the darker, hipster look.

Thursday, March 04, 2021

That's where I've been anyway.


Actually, that's a glimpse of a sunset, but you get my drift.

It's been really very dark around here for a while. I've been mostly keeping my head above the water, coping, trying to manage the details of life. But it hasn't been easy at all.

The new pressures of the work, the expectations and demands. And the dramatic decrease in the patience of people. The insistence by some to prop up a version of church that really is an empty shell. Is it for appearances sake? Or is it because that is all they know church to look like? The grace we used to offer one another has largely disappeared between some.

Then there are my own insecurities. My own fears and hurts, my own pain. The losses we've experienced ourselves in the past year of Covid. They are all there because I am who I am.

About a week ago out of left field it all came to a head, and its been darker than dark. Like dark dark. Since then its been one day is ok and the next isn't. This half of the day I can focus and the next I can't. It's been pretty bad.

I have been taking good steps though, to find the way through. Walking as I can when the physical pain is too much. Catching up on sleep, and eating again, mostly, (but don't ask herself.)  I've been seeing my Counsellor and sharing with others in my line of work who care and speak truth into my darkness.  I've got people who know how to pray praying for me, for us. I've got people I can be brutally honest with, thank God. There have been friends checking up on me and I've got Lauralea who's been in it all along with me.

I have been managing until last week and now looking back I can see that I have been limping a long, long  time. 

Today is a good day and the sun is up and the sky is blue. I don't know what tomorrow will hold but I'll just try to be present to this day now.

That's where I've been anyway.