Before I start, I just want to say that, in case you've been living in a cave, or just don't give a rip about the CFL, I'm a happy blogger tonight because my team is the champion. Although the game wasn't a classic (like last year), the result was good. Way to go, Lions!
I knew it. It was only a matter of time before winter reared its ugly head again and gave us a full shot of what she had in the tank. No, not yet--soon. This weekend, it's forecast to get all the way up to -20. Can't wait. Stellar. Wonderful. Super.
Today was pleasant enough, though. Sunny and, if not warm, then at least not frigid. Got the chance to go to the gym with the wife this morning, because my parents are here for a visit. Which, of course, drops my audience for this blog by roughly half, but hey, the other two of you can still enjoy it. Actually, it just means that instead of posting on the blog, they can just talk to me face-to-face, which, frankly, I prefer.
Of course, we've already pursued the shoebox/charitable giving conversation--that was last night. I think that I'm going to write my Master's thesis on this topic, and just use my accumulated blog postings and comments. Should be something there. Maybe I can talk to some more people in person, too; then I'd really have a paper.
Back to today. We got to play the role of knowledgeable Three Hills tour guides. Of course, we're not really all that knowledgeable, but, comparatively speaking, we've been here quite a while. Compared to anyone who visits us from the coast, at least. It was the combo deal: give the tour, run some errands.
I realized about halfway through the tour that there's a remarkable amount to say for a town this size. You'd expect that any tour of Three Hills would be made up mostly of silence, occasionally punctuated by things like, "And there's the water tower," or, "Hey look, our grocery store." But there's more to this town than that, I tell you. There's a pool, an ice rink, a college campus, new buildings going up, mobile homes; man, it's a cornucopia of fun. And anytime you can throw the word "cornucopia" (am I even spelling it right? Too lazy to open up Word), you know you've really reached a new level of blogging. I feel...complete.
Speaking of complete, did I mention my team won the Grey Cup? Ah, the sense of accomplishment. And I had absolutely no role in it whatsoever. But that's the great thing about sports, isn't it? Even though the average Joe has nothing to contribute to his team (besides boosting the revenue by attending games), we all feel like we've been a part of it. That's nice.
The weekend was good, if busy. Drove Steph's mom to the airport on Saturday evening, and managed to get another visit in with the cousins. By the way, I misspoke last week: the people who visited us were Steph's cousin, Steph's aunt, and (this is where the relationship gets a little hazy) Steph's cousin's son. Would that make him her second cousin, or is there some sort of "once-removed" thing in there? Not that it matters. Just thought I'd clarify.
After the visit, we dropped Nana off and headed back home. Theo slept the whole car ride, and then promptly woke up when we rolled into our driveway. After a long and futile effort to get him back to sleep, we had to let him cry it out, which, although the right thing to do in my opinion, is always hard.
On Sunday, we skipped church (we're such rebels) and had some family time. Which really just consisted of feeding the baby, playing with the baby, and cleaning the house. But it was good. At about 3:00, my parents arrived, and Grey Cup fesitivites ensued, followed by deep conversations at the theological level. I'm not sure which one I enjoyed more, to be honest.
That brings us back to today. And today, Theo managed to wake up at about 10:45 and think, "Hey, I'm awake, it must be morning." After yet another long and futile effort at getting him back to sleep, he is again crying it out in his crib. It's a little bit silly, because it's not like any of us can sleep while he's in there telling us how much we suck, but again, it's the right thing to do. He was perfectly content to let me hold him and sing to him, but I just can't sustain that. And furthermore, it's nighttime, which is sleep time. It's an objective truth, and one that he'd do well to realize.
Can you tell I've been writing an essay tonight? Fun times.
Okay, that's it. I feel like I've rambled a little bit; don't exactly have that feeling of being concise. But whatever. Some days you're on, some days you're off.
Anyway, I'm glad you stopped by. See you again here tomorrow--I'm off to listen to my kid wail in his crib. Should be fun.
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Don't worry, Mark, the other half of your reading audience is still here!
WELL...don't want to rock the boat...but I just wanted to let you know that tonite I had the pleasure of going down to the Samaritan's Purse headquarters and spent 3 hours sorting through all those wonderful Christmas boxes that all the people in Western Canada did. I'm not telling you this to toot my own horn or anything, but to tell you that it was only the second day of sorting, and they've already sorted 36,000 boxes!! The ones we did tonite will be on their way to Chile. So whether you do the box to pat yourself on the back, or whether you do it to have someone else pat you on the back...good for you for doing it!! It's just amazing to experience all that love and joy and go through those boxes that have been so carefully thought-out and wrapped. So many less-privaleged children are going to have a wonderful Christmas because of you!!
I'm going to keep this one anonymous, because heaven-forbid I put myself at risk for tooting my own horn! :) (although I don't think it's too hard to figure out who I am...)
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