Er... sorry, Nichole. I saw another moose.
Not very clearly, she was obviously feeling shy. Darla and Michael took their trailer up into the mountains to park it for a while (to be visited on certain hot afternoons), and as we were driving lazily along the roads coming home, there she was - having a nice peaceful dinner in the willows. I don't blame her for hiding - I wouldn't want people driving by to stop and gawk at me while I was eating either.
Wednesday, I will be heading down to Casper to meet Shawna.
Monday, July 30, 2007
Wednesday, July 25, 2007
Midwife to a Dragonfly
Nichole and I went swimming at a lake near their place last night. That is, to be precise, she went swimming and I played in the water. But it was a lot of fun, and felt VERY good in 104 degree weather! When it cooled down to 99, we both started feeling a little chilly.
There were tons of blue dragonflies swarming all over just a few inches above the water. They were really beautiful; small and iridescent. So I'm standing about chin deep in the lake, wiggling my toes in the mud (pitch black very soft squooshy mud) when I see something swimming on the top of the water towards me. I scooped it up to see what it was - I thought at first it might be a tadpole with half of its legs out. But here was this strange pale green creature - half dragonfly (front half), half fish (back half). I wasn't sure what to do with it - it seemed perfectly happy in my hand, but I wanted to play! Can't do it with a bug in your hand. But I didn't want to put it back in the water if it would drown there; nor did I want to put it on dry land if it would dry up and die. Such a dilemma.
So eventually, I set it on the edge of the land, and let it decide for itself; and went back swimming. After a while, I came back to see what had happened, and the tail had turned into a pair of wings! It was sunning itself and drying out its wings. So somewhere out there on the shores of a lake in eastern MT, I have a dragonfly godchild. If, that is, it is still alive.
I got to Darla and Michael's just before they walked out the door to go to meeting. Time enough to brush my teeth and hop in the car and leave again. Jonathan was very good all through meeting, but as soon as we stopped singing, he hopped off the couch and hurried over to give me a huge hug. (That was the sound of my heart going pitty-patty, btw.) That, apparently, was sufficient, as he was out the door to play the next second.
Tonight, we read 'Potty Time' three times over and were starting on number 4, when Mommy rescued us with 'The Runaway Pumpkin'. Whew! But never let it be said I have shirked my Auntly Duties!
There were tons of blue dragonflies swarming all over just a few inches above the water. They were really beautiful; small and iridescent. So I'm standing about chin deep in the lake, wiggling my toes in the mud (pitch black very soft squooshy mud) when I see something swimming on the top of the water towards me. I scooped it up to see what it was - I thought at first it might be a tadpole with half of its legs out. But here was this strange pale green creature - half dragonfly (front half), half fish (back half). I wasn't sure what to do with it - it seemed perfectly happy in my hand, but I wanted to play! Can't do it with a bug in your hand. But I didn't want to put it back in the water if it would drown there; nor did I want to put it on dry land if it would dry up and die. Such a dilemma.
So eventually, I set it on the edge of the land, and let it decide for itself; and went back swimming. After a while, I came back to see what had happened, and the tail had turned into a pair of wings! It was sunning itself and drying out its wings. So somewhere out there on the shores of a lake in eastern MT, I have a dragonfly godchild. If, that is, it is still alive.
I got to Darla and Michael's just before they walked out the door to go to meeting. Time enough to brush my teeth and hop in the car and leave again. Jonathan was very good all through meeting, but as soon as we stopped singing, he hopped off the couch and hurried over to give me a huge hug. (That was the sound of my heart going pitty-patty, btw.) That, apparently, was sufficient, as he was out the door to play the next second.
Tonight, we read 'Potty Time' three times over and were starting on number 4, when Mommy rescued us with 'The Runaway Pumpkin'. Whew! But never let it be said I have shirked my Auntly Duties!
Monday, July 23, 2007
"I object to being told that I am saving daylight when my reason tells me that I am doing nothing of the kind... At the back of the Daylight Saving scheme, I detect the bony, blue-fingered hand of Puritanism, eager to push people into bed earlier, and get them up earlier, to make them healthy, wealthy, and wise in spite of themselves."
Robertson Davies, The Diary of Samuel Marchbanks, 1947
Hee. I love it.
Robertson Davies, The Diary of Samuel Marchbanks, 1947
Hee. I love it.
Back to the States
Two rather special things about Bowsman:
There were a lot of children who were professing, and in every meeting from the very start of convention, some of them took part and prayed.
And in most meetings there were only three speaking, and it just happened that many times, they were finished a little earlier, often leaving about 30 minutes for testimonies. And there wasn't a meeting where no one was ready to give their testimony until Sunday afternoon - I really thing it's possible that everyone at that convention who wanted to had a chance to have a part. It was very nice.
Portage was very flat. Also very humid. Also very mosquitoey. VERY mosquito-ey. I am not fond of mosquitoes. I squash them with impunity. Even with glee.
It really wasn't too hot though, not until Sunday. Then it was around 90, which isn't so bad if it's just the heat. The problem is the humidity. That runs right up there around 95%, I'm sure - and so 90 degrees is fairly well sweltering. I'm down at Nichole's parents again, and it is 106 here, but much more bearable (so I say as I sit in the air-conditioned house...) because it is dry.
A few days here and then I will head on down to Darla and Michael's for a week or so. Then on to Casper for the month of August.
There were a lot of children who were professing, and in every meeting from the very start of convention, some of them took part and prayed.
And in most meetings there were only three speaking, and it just happened that many times, they were finished a little earlier, often leaving about 30 minutes for testimonies. And there wasn't a meeting where no one was ready to give their testimony until Sunday afternoon - I really thing it's possible that everyone at that convention who wanted to had a chance to have a part. It was very nice.
Portage was very flat. Also very humid. Also very mosquitoey. VERY mosquito-ey. I am not fond of mosquitoes. I squash them with impunity. Even with glee.
It really wasn't too hot though, not until Sunday. Then it was around 90, which isn't so bad if it's just the heat. The problem is the humidity. That runs right up there around 95%, I'm sure - and so 90 degrees is fairly well sweltering. I'm down at Nichole's parents again, and it is 106 here, but much more bearable (so I say as I sit in the air-conditioned house...) because it is dry.
A few days here and then I will head on down to Darla and Michael's for a week or so. Then on to Casper for the month of August.
Friday, July 13, 2007
Bowsman MB
Now that I have a bit more time, I'll try to tell you about Manitoba. Or at least the parts of it that I have seen so far.
We left Plentywood Monday morning and drove north to Regina and then east. It rained all the way across Saskatchewan. It rained all the way through Manitoba up to Bowsman, and it continued raining after we got here. In the greyness, with the clouds hovering low and the rain streaking the windows, it looks an awful lot like Washington. You can even pretend that the Cascades are right there - hidden behind the clouds. Lots of green fields; lots and lots of trees, all of them green too; frogs (yep, green)... and water everywhere. They get most of the water for convention (not the drinking water, but for the toilets and laundry and everything) from a dugout. That is, you dig a large hole in the ground and wait for it to fill up. This would never happen in Montana or Wyoming, but it works quite well here. Unfortunately, along with all this water comes mosquitoes and humidity. Two of my favorite things.... Not. It's not been too bad so far though - it's been fairly cool and rainy. Yesterday, there were several cloudbursts, and once it hailed. And for the excitement of the day, we saw a huge black cloud in the distance that they told us was a half-mile wide funnel cloud. I haven't heard that it ever turned into a tornado though, which is a very good thing. I took a picture of it just in case, but it doesn't look like anything other than a large black cloud. You can't even see any hints of funnelling.
They grow a lot of canola here. All the yellow fields are very pretty, and cheer up the incessent greenery quite nicely, I think. Oh, and here's another similarity to W. Washington that you don't see in MT/WY! I took a walk down the road (gravel) and all along it there are ditches!! Filled with WATER! And cattail reeds and little frogs. (Toads, Nichole told me. They're bumpy on the back, not smooth.) I managed to scare an entire herd of cows by mooing at them. Perhaps they aren't familiar with American mooing and only understand you if you moo at them in Canadian. None of the cows I moo at in the States ever takes off at near-stampede speeds! I was a little offended!
Bowsman is a smaller convention, about 450 people at the biggest. The barn looked very small tonight - not so many folks had shown up yet. I couldn't tell you a number... 200 maybe? But that is entirely a guess, I really have no idea at all. I don't even know how many people were in the dining room. Nichole and I arrived on the grounds Monday night to find out we were both speaking Wednesday night. So I was just a little distracted at supper time tonight. There are positives and negatives to being first off, we've found.
Plus: You're done right away and therefore have the rest of the convention free to listen comfortably.
Minus: You're done right away and therefore have no idea what to do with yourself for the rest of the convention, as you know no one to talk to and can't study for meeting.
I also think perhaps we were practicing for when we go to some other countries - our little cabin has the main ironing board as well as the main email plugin and telephone for the sisters near us; so lots of people were coming and going all day. It wasn't bad; we put in earplugs and stayed happily deaf and undisturbed - it was just a little amusing. Not quite like getting ready for meeting with chickens and pigs and shouting kids running around like some people do! No five-times-daily call to prayer either.
It stays light noticeably later into the evening, though we aren't even as far north as Smeaton (SK). It is 10:10 right now, and looks like about 9 at home. Some of this, I suppose, is because we're not far into this timezone. It really IS about 9. Or so my body thinks. ;) I never realized I was such a creature of habit... I even get hungry on schedule! I'm hungry now - at 9 pm (my time), when I generally have a snack. The problem is that they had snacks out at 9 pm (their time... an hour ago!) when I wasn't the slightest bit hungry. Le sigh. Guess I'll have to raid the chocolate stash again. After all, I can't go to bed hungry! Speaking of my chocolate stash... le sigh again. I cleverly had broken pieces off the latest candy bar Mom got for me, and put them in a little tin in my suitcase. Bite-sized, all of them. At least, until they melted together in the trunk. I guess it was hotter than I realized.
The only bad thing about it up here is that I am having the hardest time getting online. I'm sorry, everyone, that's why no speaking list yet. :( It's very frustrating. We've been having a wonderful convention so far.
Sunday night we go on down to Portage. :)
We left Plentywood Monday morning and drove north to Regina and then east. It rained all the way across Saskatchewan. It rained all the way through Manitoba up to Bowsman, and it continued raining after we got here. In the greyness, with the clouds hovering low and the rain streaking the windows, it looks an awful lot like Washington. You can even pretend that the Cascades are right there - hidden behind the clouds. Lots of green fields; lots and lots of trees, all of them green too; frogs (yep, green)... and water everywhere. They get most of the water for convention (not the drinking water, but for the toilets and laundry and everything) from a dugout. That is, you dig a large hole in the ground and wait for it to fill up. This would never happen in Montana or Wyoming, but it works quite well here. Unfortunately, along with all this water comes mosquitoes and humidity. Two of my favorite things.... Not. It's not been too bad so far though - it's been fairly cool and rainy. Yesterday, there were several cloudbursts, and once it hailed. And for the excitement of the day, we saw a huge black cloud in the distance that they told us was a half-mile wide funnel cloud. I haven't heard that it ever turned into a tornado though, which is a very good thing. I took a picture of it just in case, but it doesn't look like anything other than a large black cloud. You can't even see any hints of funnelling.
They grow a lot of canola here. All the yellow fields are very pretty, and cheer up the incessent greenery quite nicely, I think. Oh, and here's another similarity to W. Washington that you don't see in MT/WY! I took a walk down the road (gravel) and all along it there are ditches!! Filled with WATER! And cattail reeds and little frogs. (Toads, Nichole told me. They're bumpy on the back, not smooth.) I managed to scare an entire herd of cows by mooing at them. Perhaps they aren't familiar with American mooing and only understand you if you moo at them in Canadian. None of the cows I moo at in the States ever takes off at near-stampede speeds! I was a little offended!
Bowsman is a smaller convention, about 450 people at the biggest. The barn looked very small tonight - not so many folks had shown up yet. I couldn't tell you a number... 200 maybe? But that is entirely a guess, I really have no idea at all. I don't even know how many people were in the dining room. Nichole and I arrived on the grounds Monday night to find out we were both speaking Wednesday night. So I was just a little distracted at supper time tonight. There are positives and negatives to being first off, we've found.
Plus: You're done right away and therefore have the rest of the convention free to listen comfortably.
Minus: You're done right away and therefore have no idea what to do with yourself for the rest of the convention, as you know no one to talk to and can't study for meeting.
I also think perhaps we were practicing for when we go to some other countries - our little cabin has the main ironing board as well as the main email plugin and telephone for the sisters near us; so lots of people were coming and going all day. It wasn't bad; we put in earplugs and stayed happily deaf and undisturbed - it was just a little amusing. Not quite like getting ready for meeting with chickens and pigs and shouting kids running around like some people do! No five-times-daily call to prayer either.
It stays light noticeably later into the evening, though we aren't even as far north as Smeaton (SK). It is 10:10 right now, and looks like about 9 at home. Some of this, I suppose, is because we're not far into this timezone. It really IS about 9. Or so my body thinks. ;) I never realized I was such a creature of habit... I even get hungry on schedule! I'm hungry now - at 9 pm (my time), when I generally have a snack. The problem is that they had snacks out at 9 pm (their time... an hour ago!) when I wasn't the slightest bit hungry. Le sigh. Guess I'll have to raid the chocolate stash again. After all, I can't go to bed hungry! Speaking of my chocolate stash... le sigh again. I cleverly had broken pieces off the latest candy bar Mom got for me, and put them in a little tin in my suitcase. Bite-sized, all of them. At least, until they melted together in the trunk. I guess it was hotter than I realized.
The only bad thing about it up here is that I am having the hardest time getting online. I'm sorry, everyone, that's why no speaking list yet. :( It's very frustrating. We've been having a wonderful convention so far.
Sunday night we go on down to Portage. :)
Sunday, July 8, 2007
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