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Tuesday, August 23, 2011

family--the colour of love (#635-645 of 1000 gifts)

"In our life there is a single colour, as on an artist's palette, which provides the meaning of life and art. It is the colour of love." Marc Chagall

I am late posting the update on my 1000 gifts this week because I've been so busy enjoying them! We got back yesterday from visiting the kids in the interior, but other things needed to be done. However, I'm finally back on track and ready to share the wonderful gifts of family from the week just past.

635. Finishing the baby afghan on time.



636. The kids' basement reno. They did an amazing job!

637. Watching little people play.





638. Exploring "scawy" spiders and sharks on YouTube.


639. Finger paints and a mommy who doesn't freak out when kids get a little dirty.


640. A wonderful dad who enjoys the beach as much as his sons do.



641. Anticipating No. 3 (due in just three weeks).


642. An uneventful drive to and from...

643. ...with all safe and sound on the home front.


644. Kitchen bliss making focaccia bread and muffins for my Volta friends.


645. Our own little beach—the Nicomekl River as we see it on our morning walks. 


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Thursday, August 18, 2011

friends


John Diefenbaker and P.M. Sir Wilfrid Laurier, ca. 1910
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A young John Diefenbaker meets Prime Minister Sir Wilfrid Laurier while peddling newspapers as a university student in Saskatoon. (Sculptor: Bill Epp)


Next Week: BLUE (Water, Sky, Vehicles, Houses, Flowers,...)





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Monday, August 15, 2011

thinking ahead (#623-634 of 1000 gifts)

"If you don't know where you're going, you will wind up somewhere else." Yogi Berra

We're already well into the double digits of August. How does this happen? In the little corner where I live it's been a week of slow but steady productivity. I'm making notes for the class I'll be teaching this fall at Women By Design, eating lots of blueberries and brooding on ways I can wrestle my bloated photo collection (the bane of digital photography) into some sort of order. I worked at that most of Saturday and I think I have a system.

I'm also thinking of sitting down and making some goals for the upcoming fall season. I need to know where I'm heading to give my life some starch. I'll probably be referring to Michael Hyatt's excellent free ebook Creating Your Personal Life Plan for guidance and some templates.

Here are some gifts that I enjoyed this week:

623. Summer colour against white stucco. 


624. Discovering the "Next" button on my Firefox toolbar (whisks me from one blog to the next in my Google subscriptions).

625. Two little birds who know a good place when they find one.



626. The way our city decorates its sidewalk kiosks.


627. Little mysteries to ponder, like why is one of these power-pole anchor bolts corroded and cracked? (It looks a lot like the pole of a deteriorating car battery.)


628. Blue and green.




629. The grey lace of Dusty Miller.



630. The oversized leaves of these plants in a city garden. 




631. Peter Rabbit and his sister playing tag on the path in front of us as we walked.



632. Feasting on blueberries.

633. Time to spend archiving and transferring my photo collection (8,000+ photos is waaaay too many to be storing in iPhoto).


634. Manna every morning — without fail something. Thank You Lord!

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Friday, August 12, 2011

book review: Promises to Keep by Ann Tatlock

 Not even a week after 11-year-old Roz and her family move from Minneapolis into their new home in Mills River, Illinois, do they find Tillie Monroe, the property’s former owner, comfortably enthroned in a lawn chair on their front porch, reading their morning paper. The feisty 70-year-old is determined she will die in the house she helped her husband build despite the protest of her sons.

Tillie soon inveigles her way into the family, which proves to be a good thing since she is there to provide the adult supervision and house-help that Mom needs so that she can go back to work now that Dad of the drunken sprees and scary driving is no longer with them.

A new friend, Mara, gives Roz just the outlet she needs to express her confused feelings about leaving behind the father whom she loves despite his faults. The appearance in her school desk of the Sugar Daddies he always bought for her puts her on high alert. Maybe the man she has momentarily glimpsed here and there, the one wearing the fishing hat just like her dad’s, is her dad.

In Promises to Keep, Ann Tatlock’s latest novel, we have a tale of a child’s longing for family. Tatlock spins out this Vietnam war-era story in a plot that is riddled with questions, dreams, schemes, secrets, and lies – all evidences of a little girl’s yearning and determination. Will she get her daddy back? Or did Mom know what she was doing when she tore them apart?

Roz (the first-person narrator), Mara and Tillie are the characters we come to know the best. They are easy to like and be with. I especially enjoyed senior Tillie’s homespun wisdom, motherly heart, and spunk. Roz’s dad Allan is the most mysterious of the characters. His dark, unpredictable personality overshadows the entire tale giving it the flavor of danger.

Tatlock explores family relationships of various kinds as her characters respond to issues of alcoholism, spousal battering, dealing with lost or missing fathers, grappling with the question what is the role of a father anyway, and responding to a new male “friend” in Mom’s life. Faith in God and prayer are themes that character Millie most often takes up. Though the Christian worldview foundations the whole story, the book is not preachy.

The story’s vocabulary is simple – the point of view teller is an 11-year-old, after all – but the storytelling is strong with events unfolding in ways that build suspense. Though the book is categorized as Contemporary Fiction, it may also be suitable for some younger readers (a few of Roz and Mara’s escapades reminded me of Anne and Diana’s shenanigans in Anne of Green Gables). The paperback edition I read also contained discussion questions following the story, which would make it a good choice for book clubs.

I frankly found the book a bit slow at the beginning. And there were times I felt impatient with being in the head of a rather unexceptional 11-year-old. However, midway through, the book got stickier for me, and by the last quarter it was hard to put down.

All in all, Promises to Keep is an entertaining and heart-rending story of a little girl and her family under stress. The happy ending sends a note of hope to other families struggling with betrayals, questions, secrets, lies, and broken promises.


Book facts:

Title: Promises to Keep
Author: Ann Tatlock
Publisher: Bethany House, February 2011, Paperback, 348 pages
ISBN-10: 0764208098
ISBN-13: 978-0764208096



I received this book as a gift from the publisher for the purpose of writing a review.

This review was first published on Blogcritics.





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Wednesday, August 10, 2011

empty


The old barn

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Thursday Challenge

Next Week:FRIENDS (Gatherings, Parties, Time Together, Sharing,...)


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Monday, August 08, 2011

summer joy (#606 - 622 of 1000 gifts)

"He who bends to himself a Joy
Doth the winged life destroy;
But he who kisses the Joy as it flies
Lives in Eternity's sunrise" — William Blake

We have had some joy-filled weeks — and flying was part of them. A vacation trip and a lot of little blessings along the way have been gifts I've enjoyed during the last two weeks.


606. On July 29th flew from B.C. to Saskatchewan for a family reunion of hubby's side of the family. We got back last Wednesday. I't's always a gift to have an enjoyable, safe trip, and then arrive home to find everything intact and just as we left it.


607. The wonderful family I belong to, courtesy hubby.

608. Aunt Helen's home-baked cinnamon buns for breakfast, pies for dessert.

609. Old things like this barn...



610. hubby's boyhood farm home...



611. vintage lino...



612. and potato-printed (?) floors.


613. Earrings that match my birthday necklace, found at the Bay while I was waiting to get a new watch battery (all thanks to the watch repair person at Sears who would not be back till 2:00, so we went somewhere else).

614. Homemade plum wine - oh my!

615. Caragana pods. They bring back so many childhood memories -- like how they were the salad, main course and dessert of many a playhouse meal.




616. A silk tree (clematis).






617. My hanging baskets survived, even thrived during my five days away thanks to my watering improvisation. Before I left, I watered them well, then set them in the shade in containers with a couple of inches of water.

618. How free I feel after a few days away from my internet tether. (I'm going to try and prolong that freedom.)

619. A room freshener straight from my garden.




620. A summer Sunday walk at Crescent Beach.



621. Cool summer evenings.

622. Blueberries. They are plump and tasty this year. We bought 25 lbs. yesterday. What do you think I'll be doing today?

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Thursday, August 04, 2011

garden

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Scenes from the Butchart Gardens in Victoria, B.C.

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I first visited the Butchart Gardens many years ago when I was a little girl. I remember they were pretty and that my mom, a consummate gardener, enjoyed them a lot. We returned two years ago, in the summer of 2009 at about this time of year. My memories had not done these beautiful gardens justice. This time I took away visual proof in my own digital camera -- which got a proper workout!

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Next week: EMPTY (House, Room, Playground, Glass, Container, Chair,...)

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