Hubby and I have caught a cold.... it's hard to avoid in this lack of humidity. Mine is affecting my balance and Hubby is just having a hard time breathing. Hubby stayed home from school yesterday and I took the kids to school.... I drove our truck when I probably shouldn't have because when I went out through the door yesterday morning the snow was deep and I could barely walk through it with out sidling around as though I was drunk. The curious thing is that I can't walk a straight line but when I sit I'm ok. Anyway, I drove the kids to school without mishap... that's what counts.
When I got home I pulled my old bear routine and went back to bed. It was actually quite nice to be there. I read for a while and I slept for a while and when i woke up I felt better... at least a little bit. Having a sinus infection after falling on your face and smashing your nose doesn't really feel nice!
The whole day was like that. Mostly peaceful with snow falling quietly and the animals poking about in the snow. the afternoon cleared away and we had beautiful sun all afternoon. The temperatures are dipping after the last few weeks of mild weather and the damn snow melting so that the snowmobiling Rangers couldn't go through the most beautiful area on the trail. Murphy's Law! It's all rather beastly, especially those in charge of 4CRPG. But I'm done with that and have had a weary time fronting calls of disappointed people in town. They're gone (4CRPG) and I hope they stay gone... permanently!
It was back to spinning last evening for homework. My goal was to give a light fibre drape. So I chose a lovely caramel merino as my light fibre and gave it drape with Tussah silk which is a lovely champaigne colour. The resulting yarn is gorgeous. I am doing a second sample of this fibre as my first has issues with grist. I have to get the grist right before I am satisfied. I have just combed the merino and loaded the hackles with merino and silk. I will attend to the sliver in a few minutes and then I will spin. But before I do I am headed back to bed.
This is the time for Old Bear to be coming out of hibernation however, this year Old Bear didn't get to hibernate in January with homework and Hubby's back and all, so Old Bear is semi-hibernating this year with morning sleep-ins. It is quite nice actually. As I look out the window waiting for lambing season to begin, there are some lovely snow flakes falling, (just a few), and everything is covered in a blanket of lovely white. This is the picture card from Hallmark. Very peaceful.... and thank heavens for that. Perfect for a sleep in.
So off I go.....back to bed!
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
Sunday, February 8, 2009
Letters To The Editor
Sometimes you just feel like you have to write one. Here's mine:
Exercise Western Spirit is a misnomer. It should have been called Western Fiasco or at least that is how some Hudson’s Hope people have come to view it. Hudson’s Hope, a scheduled stop on this trip, and home to a Ranger patrol, got sold out for a few beers and good steak. When snow became scarce along the trail of 4CRPG’s ill fated Exercise Western Spirit instead of the "tough getting going" the "tough flew the coop". The portion of the trip between Powder King and Hudson’s Hope should have been an opportunity to experience the Canadian Rangers at their best but instead the officers in charge of Exercise Western Spirit tucked their tails in and used it as an excuse to speed their way to softer comforts. What their reasoning was we can only surmise. The people of Hudson’s Hope who had planned and prepared for months an occasion of community pride, became an occasion of community confusion.
4CRPG has been planning an exercise called Exercise Western Spirit for over a year. The trip was to take 30 members on Light Over Snow Vehicles commonly called snowmobiles across northern British Columbia, northern Alberta, northern Saskatchewan, and northern Manitoba to the coast of Hudson Bay where they would end their journey at Churchill, an ambitious trip of over 3400 km. The basis for this trip as they succinctly put it on their web site was to “showcase the unit capabilities and put to the test the skills and abilities of the Canadian Rangers of 4CRPG. This exercise is also an amazing opportunity for us to meet Canadians and talk about the Canadian Rangers.”
The sad thing is that Exercise Western Spirit and all the Rangers and VIPs traveling on this ambitious trip showcased nothing and had no amazing opportunities with the people of Hudson’s Hope because, in all their wisdom, the officers involved in making the decisions, decided that the steak and beer that the Legion in Fort St. John offered was better than the efforts of the community of Hudson’s Hope.
On February 7th, 2009 the trucks and buses that carried the supplies and people of Exercise Western Spirit rumbled through the town of Chetwynd and on toward Dawson Creek and Fort St. John in an effort to get to their comforts without so much as a sideways glance toward the road leading to Hudson’s Hope.
The Rangers of Hudson’s Hope were left to explain why suddenly Hudson’s Hope wasn’t worth stopping in. The Mayor and the RCMP who had been notified of the event were ready to welcome Western Spirit into the community, the spouses of Rangers and the parents of Junior Rangers who had bought and cooked and prepared food for the 40 people of Western Spirit, were all left high and dry.
Exercise Western Spirit is a misnomer. It should have been called Western Fiasco or at least that is how some Hudson’s Hope people have come to view it. Hudson’s Hope, a scheduled stop on this trip, and home to a Ranger patrol, got sold out for a few beers and good steak. When snow became scarce along the trail of 4CRPG’s ill fated Exercise Western Spirit instead of the "tough getting going" the "tough flew the coop". The portion of the trip between Powder King and Hudson’s Hope should have been an opportunity to experience the Canadian Rangers at their best but instead the officers in charge of Exercise Western Spirit tucked their tails in and used it as an excuse to speed their way to softer comforts. What their reasoning was we can only surmise. The people of Hudson’s Hope who had planned and prepared for months an occasion of community pride, became an occasion of community confusion.
4CRPG has been planning an exercise called Exercise Western Spirit for over a year. The trip was to take 30 members on Light Over Snow Vehicles commonly called snowmobiles across northern British Columbia, northern Alberta, northern Saskatchewan, and northern Manitoba to the coast of Hudson Bay where they would end their journey at Churchill, an ambitious trip of over 3400 km. The basis for this trip as they succinctly put it on their web site was to “showcase the unit capabilities and put to the test the skills and abilities of the Canadian Rangers of 4CRPG. This exercise is also an amazing opportunity for us to meet Canadians and talk about the Canadian Rangers.”
The sad thing is that Exercise Western Spirit and all the Rangers and VIPs traveling on this ambitious trip showcased nothing and had no amazing opportunities with the people of Hudson’s Hope because, in all their wisdom, the officers involved in making the decisions, decided that the steak and beer that the Legion in Fort St. John offered was better than the efforts of the community of Hudson’s Hope.
On February 7th, 2009 the trucks and buses that carried the supplies and people of Exercise Western Spirit rumbled through the town of Chetwynd and on toward Dawson Creek and Fort St. John in an effort to get to their comforts without so much as a sideways glance toward the road leading to Hudson’s Hope.
The Rangers of Hudson’s Hope were left to explain why suddenly Hudson’s Hope wasn’t worth stopping in. The Mayor and the RCMP who had been notified of the event were ready to welcome Western Spirit into the community, the spouses of Rangers and the parents of Junior Rangers who had bought and cooked and prepared food for the 40 people of Western Spirit, were all left high and dry.
Saturday, February 7, 2009
Working Through It All
So 4CRPG will not be coming to Hudson's Hope after all. The powers that be have made the decision to by pass Hudson's Hope. Too bad since there are a lot of people who have worked hard to make their visit to HH a joy and a pleasure. It's too bad they didn't think to do that back a year ago when the decision was being made on which route to take. Following through the mountains around Tumbler Ridge might have gotten them farther on snow. Their problem is they have run out of snow. Hudson's Hope is in the grip of it usual February thaw. We are surrounded by ice, very slippery ice, but no snow. Next week we may have snow but right now we don't. No snow... no sleds.
Speaking of snow.... I have finally finished my latest sample of yarn. It is a lovely evergreen colour with shots of blue and purple throughout and over top all, there are little white silk noils. It looks like snow flurries that have landed on an evergreen forrest. I prepped that and got it ready for my books yesterday. I have enough to knit a pair of mittens with a star in the back of the hand.
The wrist has been hurting a lot in the last few days.... probably carpal tunnel syndrome. Knitting and spinning has to be put on hold for now. I'll finish my woven bag today and I'll get the service done for Sunday. I have been putting this off and now need to focus where the focus belongs. Sunday afternoon will be spent making beer and maybe some jerky if Hubby is feeling well enough.
One by one we have succumbed to this nasty cold going around. First Daughter # 1 came home from school hardly able to keep her head up and then I dropped with the clogged nose. Daughter # 2 managed to hold off till yesterday and then Hubby. He has been running a temperature all night long. I'm surprised that we have held off as long as we have. Everyone in around town has had it... the school is peppered with it..... I can't see how you can avoid it.
Today if my wrist doesn't give out again I will be working on the next spun sample.... giving an inelastic fibre memory. I will use llama for the inelastic fibre and I will use wool to give it memory. I'm sure it will be lovely. If the weather is as nice today as it was yesterday... I'll even take my wheel outside in this beautifull sunshine. It may have scared off 4CRPG but I love the sun....
Speaking of snow.... I have finally finished my latest sample of yarn. It is a lovely evergreen colour with shots of blue and purple throughout and over top all, there are little white silk noils. It looks like snow flurries that have landed on an evergreen forrest. I prepped that and got it ready for my books yesterday. I have enough to knit a pair of mittens with a star in the back of the hand.
The wrist has been hurting a lot in the last few days.... probably carpal tunnel syndrome. Knitting and spinning has to be put on hold for now. I'll finish my woven bag today and I'll get the service done for Sunday. I have been putting this off and now need to focus where the focus belongs. Sunday afternoon will be spent making beer and maybe some jerky if Hubby is feeling well enough.
One by one we have succumbed to this nasty cold going around. First Daughter # 1 came home from school hardly able to keep her head up and then I dropped with the clogged nose. Daughter # 2 managed to hold off till yesterday and then Hubby. He has been running a temperature all night long. I'm surprised that we have held off as long as we have. Everyone in around town has had it... the school is peppered with it..... I can't see how you can avoid it.
Today if my wrist doesn't give out again I will be working on the next spun sample.... giving an inelastic fibre memory. I will use llama for the inelastic fibre and I will use wool to give it memory. I'm sure it will be lovely. If the weather is as nice today as it was yesterday... I'll even take my wheel outside in this beautifull sunshine. It may have scared off 4CRPG but I love the sun....
Thursday, February 5, 2009
Spinning Up A Storm.. Or At Least A Few Flurries
I've spun lots this last week or at least it seems that way. When I look in my book I am satisfied that I have made headway but yet I think I should be farther along in my assignment. I thought I was finished mohair but when I put my mohair/wool sample in my book it looked pathetic and so I proceeded to start again. Four mohair samples and I am finally finished them all.
I can safely say that I don't really care for mohair. It's not that I won't ever spin the stuff again but it's not something that I'll want to do too often. Mohair is good for specific purposes like a yarn that is really strong. I know I am going to be spinning mohair again for this assignment especially for the braid. I do have a lovely blend of mohair and silk which I will be using for the braid component of this year's work. But generally mohair is not a nice fibre to spin unless it is in a blend and only a small portion then.
I blended merino and polwarth and silk noils today and came up with a lovely nubbly yarn. The assignment called for a textured yarn using a silk blend. It is very pretty. I spun enough so that I can knit something with it too.
Tonight Hubby is off with the Rangers and I'm expecting he will be late. I am making bread as I am writing this because I will be helping to feed 40 men who are with the 4CRPG group arriving by ski doo tomorrow sometime. Since I have to stay up till the bread is baked I might as well spin and write. I spun some of the merino for Daughter #2's leg warmers. It is a lovely blue and will be soft and just right for what she wants.
I know I won't have much time to spin for the next few days as I will be busy helping out with the JCRs and with this Western Spirit expedition. Hubby is strung out and is very worried that it won't come off well. He should have left it in my hands. Make the best of it there is no snow... or a least very little. How in the world are they going to ski doo on back country that has no snow. It should be interesting.
I am staying up no matter how long it takes. I have to find out what happened. After dinner tonight I headed off to Knit Night. Hubby called me while I was there and said I had to come home since the guys were out in the bush stranded and he had to go pick them up. I am dying to hear this story. I'm sure that they had no choice but to stop since there just couldn't have been enough snow.
So here I sit baking and spinning in the quiet of the night waiting..... waiting..... and spinning. It's just too bad that while I'm spinning up a storm I couldn't spin up a few flurries to help these poor ski dooers on their way.
I can safely say that I don't really care for mohair. It's not that I won't ever spin the stuff again but it's not something that I'll want to do too often. Mohair is good for specific purposes like a yarn that is really strong. I know I am going to be spinning mohair again for this assignment especially for the braid. I do have a lovely blend of mohair and silk which I will be using for the braid component of this year's work. But generally mohair is not a nice fibre to spin unless it is in a blend and only a small portion then.
I blended merino and polwarth and silk noils today and came up with a lovely nubbly yarn. The assignment called for a textured yarn using a silk blend. It is very pretty. I spun enough so that I can knit something with it too.
Tonight Hubby is off with the Rangers and I'm expecting he will be late. I am making bread as I am writing this because I will be helping to feed 40 men who are with the 4CRPG group arriving by ski doo tomorrow sometime. Since I have to stay up till the bread is baked I might as well spin and write. I spun some of the merino for Daughter #2's leg warmers. It is a lovely blue and will be soft and just right for what she wants.
I know I won't have much time to spin for the next few days as I will be busy helping out with the JCRs and with this Western Spirit expedition. Hubby is strung out and is very worried that it won't come off well. He should have left it in my hands. Make the best of it there is no snow... or a least very little. How in the world are they going to ski doo on back country that has no snow. It should be interesting.
I am staying up no matter how long it takes. I have to find out what happened. After dinner tonight I headed off to Knit Night. Hubby called me while I was there and said I had to come home since the guys were out in the bush stranded and he had to go pick them up. I am dying to hear this story. I'm sure that they had no choice but to stop since there just couldn't have been enough snow.
So here I sit baking and spinning in the quiet of the night waiting..... waiting..... and spinning. It's just too bad that while I'm spinning up a storm I couldn't spin up a few flurries to help these poor ski dooers on their way.
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
Ouch! That Hurt!
I fell and fell hard. Women who are as big as I am don't fall softly. We fall and we fall hard. I tripped and where did I trip??? I tripped in the church. This is a very good place to trip and fall because you can start talking to God right away. Things like,
"OK God, am I still alive?" and "Why would I be punished by a fall such as this in your house?" and "Are you trying to tell me something." Then there is, "#$@$@@%@ God, that hurts!" and @#$#^*&^ how do I get up out of this God when everything is hurting so badly," and, "(sigh) I think I'll just stay here on the floor." Then there was, "God, that was a nasty lesson in humility!" and "Am I that bad???" and "Holy Cow..... sorry God I was a bit dilusional there." What it comes down to is, "Ouch! That hurt."
I have been nursing sore body parts ever since. Particularly my nose. I thought I had broken it since it was what broke my fall. Daughter #2 was there at the time and had the presence of thought to go get an ice pack for me. Since there was no ice my ice pack came in a very strange shape. There I sat on the floor of the sanctuary (never did I need that more) bleeding (from the nose that broke my fall) crying and laughing at the same time. Why laughing you ask? Because I had a pack of frozen wieners on my nose.... in the church..... on the floor.....
I am happy to report that the nose is not broken. My knee is only bruised and my elbow is slightly skinned out. I'll live.
I fell again the next day. This time the dog tripped me. I walked out onto the deck at my house.... the dog was lying peacefully. She looked up and noticed I was coming which must mean there are deer in the yard because the owner (me) doesn't come out on the deck this time of the year without there being deer around. She spotted one which happened to be on the other side of me and so she proceeded to run pell mell for the deer, taking me out like a bowling pin in the process. I landed on the top two steps with my head slamming against the rail.... now I have a bruise on my hip and a golf ball sized lump on my head. Ouch! That hurt!
Today I managed to get to the church for a meeting with the Archdeacon (demon as he lightly calls himself) of the Anglican church, the Lutheran pastor for the parish of Dawson Creek, and a retired UC minister. I, as lay preacher here at St Peter's Church, thought this would be a good meeting to enable this parish to move forward, since our deacon just retired. Instead we went backwards. I am not allowed to serve the Reserve Sacrament any more and as a lay preacher I don't think I ever was since this Bishop was installed. Somehow, after I was given permission with the old Bishop before he retired, something went wrong. The new Bishop re-instated me as a lay reader after he became Bishop, but somehow my full abilities were limited because of new rules in the National Anglican Church.... someone forgot to tell me that. For the last five years I've been serving Reserve Sacrament and not sanctioned by the greater church.
Sunday I fell!
Monday I fell!
Tuesday I fell from grace!
I am afraid of tomorrow.
"OK God, am I still alive?" and "Why would I be punished by a fall such as this in your house?" and "Are you trying to tell me something." Then there is, "#$@$@@%@ God, that hurts!" and @#$#^*&^ how do I get up out of this God when everything is hurting so badly," and, "(sigh) I think I'll just stay here on the floor." Then there was, "God, that was a nasty lesson in humility!" and "Am I that bad???" and "Holy Cow..... sorry God I was a bit dilusional there." What it comes down to is, "Ouch! That hurt."
I have been nursing sore body parts ever since. Particularly my nose. I thought I had broken it since it was what broke my fall. Daughter #2 was there at the time and had the presence of thought to go get an ice pack for me. Since there was no ice my ice pack came in a very strange shape. There I sat on the floor of the sanctuary (never did I need that more) bleeding (from the nose that broke my fall) crying and laughing at the same time. Why laughing you ask? Because I had a pack of frozen wieners on my nose.... in the church..... on the floor.....
I am happy to report that the nose is not broken. My knee is only bruised and my elbow is slightly skinned out. I'll live.
I fell again the next day. This time the dog tripped me. I walked out onto the deck at my house.... the dog was lying peacefully. She looked up and noticed I was coming which must mean there are deer in the yard because the owner (me) doesn't come out on the deck this time of the year without there being deer around. She spotted one which happened to be on the other side of me and so she proceeded to run pell mell for the deer, taking me out like a bowling pin in the process. I landed on the top two steps with my head slamming against the rail.... now I have a bruise on my hip and a golf ball sized lump on my head. Ouch! That hurt!
Today I managed to get to the church for a meeting with the Archdeacon (demon as he lightly calls himself) of the Anglican church, the Lutheran pastor for the parish of Dawson Creek, and a retired UC minister. I, as lay preacher here at St Peter's Church, thought this would be a good meeting to enable this parish to move forward, since our deacon just retired. Instead we went backwards. I am not allowed to serve the Reserve Sacrament any more and as a lay preacher I don't think I ever was since this Bishop was installed. Somehow, after I was given permission with the old Bishop before he retired, something went wrong. The new Bishop re-instated me as a lay reader after he became Bishop, but somehow my full abilities were limited because of new rules in the National Anglican Church.... someone forgot to tell me that. For the last five years I've been serving Reserve Sacrament and not sanctioned by the greater church.
Sunday I fell!
Monday I fell!
Tuesday I fell from grace!
I am afraid of tomorrow.
Monday, February 2, 2009
The Dark Days Are Over
It's Feb 2nd.... and while that doesn't make it spring it does mean that the really short days are over. I noticed last evening that at 6 p.m. there was still light in the sky. This morning Hubby and the girls just left for school and there is light in the sky. I really like the fact that the days are getting longer.
Our living room faces due South and so in the day while the sun is still low in the sky the room is bathed in glorious sunshine. It makes for a wonderful feeling to sit where that sun shines full on me and get the benefits of vitamin D. I spin and feel that warmth on me and patiently wait till spring when I can do the same outdoors on the deck.
The thing that I don't like about February is the fact that the snow is melting and leaving treacherous ice in its wake. There's not a place you can walk without feeling like your feet are going to fly out from under you and land you on your back with a knob forming on the back of your head.
The other thing I don't like about this time of the year is the poo. It is everywhere. Dog poo, in frozen chunks shows its disgusting lumps through the white of the snow and just grosses me out. Llama poo is everywhere in great towering piles. Alpaca poo spreads out from one spot to another like a wave of algae on an infested lake. Sheep poo is just a murky squashy mess to walk in.... it is everywhere... you can't avoid it. The cats bury theirs but you can smell it under the deck waiting to make it's spring debut until I can pour bleach (two or three containers) over it to lessen the stench. Why can't animals use a toilet like people.... then it just disintegrates underground.
Hubby wants a little tractor so that he can pile up the poo to compost and be turned to soil. I'm beginning to think this wouldn't be such a bad idea. I've never had this much poo to deal with.....
I remember one of the first water colours that I painted was of seagulls on the rocks by the sea shore and I painted their droppings and all. The one thing I have discovered is that people do not want to buy paintings where poo is prevalent. We like to gloss over the fact that faeces are a fact of life and if you don't like it you had better not farm or bird watch either. Many times I have been watching chickadees come to our feeder and thought how gross the feeder looks with all the bird poo on it. Even the chicken coop is a mass of poo this time of the year. Makes you almost long for some snow to cover it up....
The fact is that I like to shovel the stuff in the evenings when it is frozen but not frozen in to the snow yet. That way you can shovel it up and away without gagging from the smell. Frozen poo is much better to deal with than soft thawed decaying stuff.
February is heart and stroke month. It's Valentine's month. It's roses and get romantic month but I think it should be ice and poo month! Can't wait till March.
Our living room faces due South and so in the day while the sun is still low in the sky the room is bathed in glorious sunshine. It makes for a wonderful feeling to sit where that sun shines full on me and get the benefits of vitamin D. I spin and feel that warmth on me and patiently wait till spring when I can do the same outdoors on the deck.
The thing that I don't like about February is the fact that the snow is melting and leaving treacherous ice in its wake. There's not a place you can walk without feeling like your feet are going to fly out from under you and land you on your back with a knob forming on the back of your head.
The other thing I don't like about this time of the year is the poo. It is everywhere. Dog poo, in frozen chunks shows its disgusting lumps through the white of the snow and just grosses me out. Llama poo is everywhere in great towering piles. Alpaca poo spreads out from one spot to another like a wave of algae on an infested lake. Sheep poo is just a murky squashy mess to walk in.... it is everywhere... you can't avoid it. The cats bury theirs but you can smell it under the deck waiting to make it's spring debut until I can pour bleach (two or three containers) over it to lessen the stench. Why can't animals use a toilet like people.... then it just disintegrates underground.
Hubby wants a little tractor so that he can pile up the poo to compost and be turned to soil. I'm beginning to think this wouldn't be such a bad idea. I've never had this much poo to deal with.....
I remember one of the first water colours that I painted was of seagulls on the rocks by the sea shore and I painted their droppings and all. The one thing I have discovered is that people do not want to buy paintings where poo is prevalent. We like to gloss over the fact that faeces are a fact of life and if you don't like it you had better not farm or bird watch either. Many times I have been watching chickadees come to our feeder and thought how gross the feeder looks with all the bird poo on it. Even the chicken coop is a mass of poo this time of the year. Makes you almost long for some snow to cover it up....
The fact is that I like to shovel the stuff in the evenings when it is frozen but not frozen in to the snow yet. That way you can shovel it up and away without gagging from the smell. Frozen poo is much better to deal with than soft thawed decaying stuff.
February is heart and stroke month. It's Valentine's month. It's roses and get romantic month but I think it should be ice and poo month! Can't wait till March.
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