The girls think I'm so weird because I take pictures of these adorable brightly-colored townhouses. I can't help it...they are just so awesome!
5 years ago
Sunday, December 30
I Absolutely Love It
The girls think I'm so weird because I take pictures of these adorable brightly-colored townhouses. I can't help it...they are just so awesome!
Saturday, December 29
T'was the Day After Christmas...
The morning dawned bright and clear.
At least in Fermoy.
The Mawhinneys, Kevanys, and I, met at 10 AM and drove about 45 minutes to co. Tipperary where we bumped our way to the base of the Galtee Mountains.
It was cold, wet, and very foggy. Looking down to the valley you could distinctly see that the sun was shining everywhere but where we were.
I had looked forward to this for far too long to be put off, but the kids, specifically Peter Mawhinney, were anything but thrilled. He made sure we all knew this was the worst day of his life. Little did he know what was to come!
The scenery was gorgeous to begin with...what wasn't shrouded in fog was lush, green, and very rural Ireland. Mossy stone walls, rolling hills flecked with sheep, spidery bare trees, and the crisp clean scent of fresh rain. Ahhh....
It wasn't far up the rocky path that the fog soon drowned any scenery there might have been. It got thicker and thicker the further up we went. All we could see was the path and the thick tufts of spiky brown grass on either side.
We stopped to rest on a pile of rocks for a quick bite to eat and something to drink, and then it was time to climb. So far the trail hadn't been challenging. Mostly my feet were aching from the rocks. But once we got off the path and started to climb the mountain...that was different.
It was the weirdest experience. When I think of climbing a mountain I'm such a Canadian. I expect trees, bushes, and...a view. This was a never-ending grassy hill that shot straight up into the misty unknown. If felt like we were on some sort of huge conveyor belt that kept going and going, and we couldn't get off. The occasional rock would pass us by and that was at least some reassurance that we were getting somewhere!
The incline seemed to get steeper and steeper with every step. We were all huffing and puffing like old men smoking their pipes, and drenched with a fine blanket of mist. The water would run down my nose when I leaned forward to rest, and surprise me because I hadn't noticed that I was slowly being soaked.
But it wasn't the damp that made us cold. It was the howling wind.
The closer we got to the top the angrier it became. Soon it was so strong that it threatened to topple you down the slope if you turned the wrong way. We could barely speak to each other for the noise.
At long, long, last we reached the top. We cheered, but you could hardly hear it, and since we near thrown over the edge from the wind (not even joking)it didn't take long for us to find shelter behind some rocks to regain our strength with tea and sandwiches.
As it turns out, getting back was even more of an adventure!
Us females foolishly felt some security knowing the male leaders of the group (Sam and Eamon) were armed with a map and compass. We headed down the mountain following instructions to veer to the left.
So we walked.
And walked.
And walked.
And started to get some inkling that something wasn't right.
At first there was some joking at the mens' expense. And then they started consulting their compass more and more frequently.
And then we met some more wanderers who weren't quite sure where we were, but were quite sure that we should be heading right.
So we headed to our right and walked.
And walked.
And walked.
And before we knew it were were in a valley of sheep.
"Go Baa-ck!" Warned the wise old sheep.
The men finally confessed they were lost.
Eamon pow-wowed with the other Lost Wanderers, and they agreed that we needed to keep walking right.
So we did.
By now we were completely soaked. The mist and occasional bursts of rain got our heads and clothes, and the treacherous bogs had claimed our shoes so many times that we didn't even bother going around them anymore. My socks were surrounded in a warm pool of water squishy delightfully between my toes. My hands were red and numb, completely incapable of performing simple tasks.
And yet I was having the time of my life! Seriously, it was SO much fun! I just loved the exhilaration and being outdoors. It just makes you feel so ALIVE! I just wanted to pitch a tent, build a fire and try to boil some water for tea :D
Who cares that we're lost in an endless sea of mist?
Well...Peter was crying.
Luckily for him, we found the path eventually and from there on it was easy-going, and we all made it back to the cars safe and sound! Let me tell you though, it was a QUIET ride home!
Continued in "The Mystery of the Lost Key"...
Oh wait you already heard that one. Well my life seems to come up with these random stupid adventures now and then so I'm sure something else will come up.
At least in Fermoy.
The Mawhinneys, Kevanys, and I, met at 10 AM and drove about 45 minutes to co. Tipperary where we bumped our way to the base of the Galtee Mountains.
It was cold, wet, and very foggy. Looking down to the valley you could distinctly see that the sun was shining everywhere but where we were.
I had looked forward to this for far too long to be put off, but the kids, specifically Peter Mawhinney, were anything but thrilled. He made sure we all knew this was the worst day of his life. Little did he know what was to come!
The scenery was gorgeous to begin with...what wasn't shrouded in fog was lush, green, and very rural Ireland. Mossy stone walls, rolling hills flecked with sheep, spidery bare trees, and the crisp clean scent of fresh rain. Ahhh....
It wasn't far up the rocky path that the fog soon drowned any scenery there might have been. It got thicker and thicker the further up we went. All we could see was the path and the thick tufts of spiky brown grass on either side.
We stopped to rest on a pile of rocks for a quick bite to eat and something to drink, and then it was time to climb. So far the trail hadn't been challenging. Mostly my feet were aching from the rocks. But once we got off the path and started to climb the mountain...that was different.
It was the weirdest experience. When I think of climbing a mountain I'm such a Canadian. I expect trees, bushes, and...a view. This was a never-ending grassy hill that shot straight up into the misty unknown. If felt like we were on some sort of huge conveyor belt that kept going and going, and we couldn't get off. The occasional rock would pass us by and that was at least some reassurance that we were getting somewhere!
The incline seemed to get steeper and steeper with every step. We were all huffing and puffing like old men smoking their pipes, and drenched with a fine blanket of mist. The water would run down my nose when I leaned forward to rest, and surprise me because I hadn't noticed that I was slowly being soaked.
But it wasn't the damp that made us cold. It was the howling wind.
The closer we got to the top the angrier it became. Soon it was so strong that it threatened to topple you down the slope if you turned the wrong way. We could barely speak to each other for the noise.
At long, long, last we reached the top. We cheered, but you could hardly hear it, and since we near thrown over the edge from the wind (not even joking)it didn't take long for us to find shelter behind some rocks to regain our strength with tea and sandwiches.
As it turns out, getting back was even more of an adventure!
Us females foolishly felt some security knowing the male leaders of the group (Sam and Eamon) were armed with a map and compass. We headed down the mountain following instructions to veer to the left.
So we walked.
And walked.
And walked.
And started to get some inkling that something wasn't right.
At first there was some joking at the mens' expense. And then they started consulting their compass more and more frequently.
And then we met some more wanderers who weren't quite sure where we were, but were quite sure that we should be heading right.
So we headed to our right and walked.
And walked.
And walked.
And before we knew it were were in a valley of sheep.
"Go Baa-ck!" Warned the wise old sheep.
The men finally confessed they were lost.
Eamon pow-wowed with the other Lost Wanderers, and they agreed that we needed to keep walking right.
So we did.
By now we were completely soaked. The mist and occasional bursts of rain got our heads and clothes, and the treacherous bogs had claimed our shoes so many times that we didn't even bother going around them anymore. My socks were surrounded in a warm pool of water squishy delightfully between my toes. My hands were red and numb, completely incapable of performing simple tasks.
And yet I was having the time of my life! Seriously, it was SO much fun! I just loved the exhilaration and being outdoors. It just makes you feel so ALIVE! I just wanted to pitch a tent, build a fire and try to boil some water for tea :D
Who cares that we're lost in an endless sea of mist?
Well...Peter was crying.
Luckily for him, we found the path eventually and from there on it was easy-going, and we all made it back to the cars safe and sound! Let me tell you though, it was a QUIET ride home!
Continued in "The Mystery of the Lost Key"...
Oh wait you already heard that one. Well my life seems to come up with these random stupid adventures now and then so I'm sure something else will come up.
Home Again
The family returned last night! Hallelujah!
This morning I trooped my greasy-haired, rumpled-clothes, self back and was graciously received. I took a shower (ahh, bliss) and put my things in order...
...and found my key.
In my backpack.
Where I had specifically searched before.
I just KNEW it would turn up in an embarrassingly obvious place!
This morning I trooped my greasy-haired, rumpled-clothes, self back and was graciously received. I took a shower (ahh, bliss) and put my things in order...
...and found my key.
In my backpack.
Where I had specifically searched before.
I just KNEW it would turn up in an embarrassingly obvious place!
Friday, December 28
A Day in the Life
I wasn't going to tell anyone.
Especially since its terribly embarassing, and you may mock me, and/or lose respect for me as a responsible adult...which is probably what I would do if I were the one reading this, and not writing it.
Today is the second day of my exile from my home. And by home I mean the boarding house where I stay. See, on St. Steven's Day (read: Boxing Day) when I got home from climbing the Galtee Mountains (that will be another post altogether...and be excited because it's filled with adventure as well)I stumbled into my room and dropped everything just to get into a hot shower so I could feel my toes again. Afterwards I tidied my hugely messy room.
Somewhere in that time period, my house key went missing.
A half-hour before I had to leave again I started looking for it. I looked EVERYWHERE. In pockets, in drawers, in the kitchen, in the bed, in boxes and bags; I crawled around on my hands and knees! NO KEY.
Suddenly there was someone waiting for me outside, and I stupidly thought, "Well I will just have to ring the doorbell to get back in tonight, and then I will have to get a spare in the morning."
LITTLE DID I KNOW.
Apparently everyone else in the house has taken advantage of the holidays to evacuate the premises.
So when Mary brought me home that night, no one was there to let me in, and she kindly offered to let me stay at their place for the night.
Feeling very, VERY, foolish for imposing myself on their family, I slept in borrowed pyjamas and a bright pink Disney princess room.
In the morning I tried again.
Still no one home.
Everyone is probably out for the rest of the weekend.
So, feeling very homeless and bedraggled, I have taken up residence in the empty home of Sam and Karen while they are away to the North. (Yeah, I asked permission!)
Ironically I have their housekey, but not my own.
Luckily I have my phone, my wallet, and my camera with extra batteries with me. All the necessities of life.
I don't have any change of clothes, my own toothbrush, or anything to make me feel remotely less grungy and homeless than I am.
But it could be worse. I could be wearing my contacts.
I'm trying to think of it as an adventure, but all I'm really doing it watching tv and wistfully hoping that someone would answer when I phone the house.
This is driving me CRAZY. I'm trying to think of where the heck I could have put that key! It'll probably turn up somewhere REALLY obvious, and this being a small town/community, everyone I know will probably know that I locked myself out and when it DOES turn up they will ask where it was and I will have to describe to them just how stupid I really am.
Oh joy.
Especially since its terribly embarassing, and you may mock me, and/or lose respect for me as a responsible adult...which is probably what I would do if I were the one reading this, and not writing it.
Today is the second day of my exile from my home. And by home I mean the boarding house where I stay. See, on St. Steven's Day (read: Boxing Day) when I got home from climbing the Galtee Mountains (that will be another post altogether...and be excited because it's filled with adventure as well)I stumbled into my room and dropped everything just to get into a hot shower so I could feel my toes again. Afterwards I tidied my hugely messy room.
Somewhere in that time period, my house key went missing.
A half-hour before I had to leave again I started looking for it. I looked EVERYWHERE. In pockets, in drawers, in the kitchen, in the bed, in boxes and bags; I crawled around on my hands and knees! NO KEY.
Suddenly there was someone waiting for me outside, and I stupidly thought, "Well I will just have to ring the doorbell to get back in tonight, and then I will have to get a spare in the morning."
LITTLE DID I KNOW.
Apparently everyone else in the house has taken advantage of the holidays to evacuate the premises.
So when Mary brought me home that night, no one was there to let me in, and she kindly offered to let me stay at their place for the night.
Feeling very, VERY, foolish for imposing myself on their family, I slept in borrowed pyjamas and a bright pink Disney princess room.
In the morning I tried again.
Still no one home.
Everyone is probably out for the rest of the weekend.
So, feeling very homeless and bedraggled, I have taken up residence in the empty home of Sam and Karen while they are away to the North. (Yeah, I asked permission!)
Ironically I have their housekey, but not my own.
Luckily I have my phone, my wallet, and my camera with extra batteries with me. All the necessities of life.
I don't have any change of clothes, my own toothbrush, or anything to make me feel remotely less grungy and homeless than I am.
But it could be worse. I could be wearing my contacts.
I'm trying to think of it as an adventure, but all I'm really doing it watching tv and wistfully hoping that someone would answer when I phone the house.
This is driving me CRAZY. I'm trying to think of where the heck I could have put that key! It'll probably turn up somewhere REALLY obvious, and this being a small town/community, everyone I know will probably know that I locked myself out and when it DOES turn up they will ask where it was and I will have to describe to them just how stupid I really am.
Oh joy.
Monday, December 24
Have a Happy Christmas!
Hey guess what...I'm spending Christmas is Ireland.
Weird, eh??
I mean really. Who would've thought at the beginning of this year that I would end up here.
Not me.
Cool.
ps. Yes I'm really tired.
Weird, eh??
I mean really. Who would've thought at the beginning of this year that I would end up here.
Not me.
Cool.
ps. Yes I'm really tired.
Tuesday, December 18
Musical Musings
So whilst enjoying my guilt-free internet time today, I discovered 2 things that make me happy.
Amanda Falk has a new album out, and Leeland has one coming out. That is very exciting because I have each of their debut albums and love them to bits. I've been listening to them nonstop since I got them over a year ago now I think, and I'm still not sick of them. Which is more than I can say of most my music. I'm sick of all of it right now (except those 2 of course!).
In honor of the Christmas season, I am enjoying a borrowed Christmas CD- "Christmas with Frank and Bing". You all should know I'm a huge sucker for the old Big Band era music...it delights my heart like none other. I don't know if its because it reminds my subconscious of classic Disney movies I watched as a child, or because I am a particularly nostalgic person, or what. I just like it. A lot. Especially the cheesy bird singing along in one of them.
Amanda Falk has a new album out, and Leeland has one coming out. That is very exciting because I have each of their debut albums and love them to bits. I've been listening to them nonstop since I got them over a year ago now I think, and I'm still not sick of them. Which is more than I can say of most my music. I'm sick of all of it right now (except those 2 of course!).
In honor of the Christmas season, I am enjoying a borrowed Christmas CD- "Christmas with Frank and Bing". You all should know I'm a huge sucker for the old Big Band era music...it delights my heart like none other. I don't know if its because it reminds my subconscious of classic Disney movies I watched as a child, or because I am a particularly nostalgic person, or what. I just like it. A lot. Especially the cheesy bird singing along in one of them.
On the Go
Its been nearly non-stop madness since Thursday, and I'm expecting the exhaustion to set in probably on Christmas day. When the Sunday School Christmas service is over (Sunday afternoon) I will probably crash. But I'm volunteering Christmas Eve, and climbing the Galtee Mountains on Boxing Day (they call is St. Steven's Day, here) and then probably busing up North on the 27th. I'm tired just thinking about it!
The kids, and teens' nights went really well, and they were very fun.
My gingerbread didn't really turn out. And Ps. I bet you didn't know that molasses is nearly unheard of here. 99.9% of the population have no idea what it is. WEIRD. I had quite a time tracking it down in the grocery store. I got a lot of blank stares and furrowed brows. They also have very few candycanes (I haven't seen any, but I'm told they are around...), and someone asked me what eggnog was. THEY DON'T HAVE EGGNOG HERE!!! How am I to survive without eggnog?! So think of me whenever you sip that heavenly drink, and I shall live vicariously through you.
They DO have lots of mince pies, Christmas cake (fruitcake), and an apple cider-y kind of drink called wassail (I think that's how its spelled). Its yummy.
I went to a live concert band Sunday night and they played lots of movie themes and even a Disney medley that absolutely made my day.
I volunteered again yesterday and that was fun. A girl around 24 works there and we had fun chatting and stuff. I even got invited to a Christmas party by her friend that came in, and I really want to go, but I already said I would be somewhere else at that time, so that sucks :(
That's all my fried little brain can think of to say right now. If I remember something else of note, I'll be sure to put it down.
The kids, and teens' nights went really well, and they were very fun.
My gingerbread didn't really turn out. And Ps. I bet you didn't know that molasses is nearly unheard of here. 99.9% of the population have no idea what it is. WEIRD. I had quite a time tracking it down in the grocery store. I got a lot of blank stares and furrowed brows. They also have very few candycanes (I haven't seen any, but I'm told they are around...), and someone asked me what eggnog was. THEY DON'T HAVE EGGNOG HERE!!! How am I to survive without eggnog?! So think of me whenever you sip that heavenly drink, and I shall live vicariously through you.
They DO have lots of mince pies, Christmas cake (fruitcake), and an apple cider-y kind of drink called wassail (I think that's how its spelled). Its yummy.
I went to a live concert band Sunday night and they played lots of movie themes and even a Disney medley that absolutely made my day.
I volunteered again yesterday and that was fun. A girl around 24 works there and we had fun chatting and stuff. I even got invited to a Christmas party by her friend that came in, and I really want to go, but I already said I would be somewhere else at that time, so that sucks :(
That's all my fried little brain can think of to say right now. If I remember something else of note, I'll be sure to put it down.
Tuesday, December 11
Detox
Well now, I gotta say. I think it is actually possible to be addicted to the internet.
I think that if I wasn't so fantastically busy this week, I would have been curled up in a corner of my room, twitching, and beadily eying my laptop.
But I made it. Plus a day.
I'm still alive, and have at least a little faith in the fact that there might yet be a speck of self-control somewhere in my being.
And it was actually a really good week. Very busy, but good. I got stuff done that I can say with almost certainty I would NOT have got done if I had not limited my internet time. So I know it was a "God thing" that I read that quote last week, and decided to do something about it.
Also, I already feel more a part of the church community here, more "present" if you will.
Having said that, it was a struggle. I had to think of my alloted "internet day" as expendable. I had to give up doing it on Monday and almost gave up today as well, but in the end that didn't work out anyway (thank goodness!!). I still have a long way to go. Now the challenge will be not making this day the "center" of my week. You know...the endless cycle of "getting through the week" for that one day.
A few "firsts" this week:
1. First rhubarb yogurt. It was delightful! Really, it was.
2. First time being introduced to someone while they are in their underpants. Long story short, dropped by Christine's friends' house, and caught them...unprepared? The lady wasn't phased a bit. "She's Dutch" Christine says by way of explanation. I don't think she knows I'm 1/2 Dutch....though we are kind of a shameless lot.
3. First time creating a legit cappuccino. I spent yesterday volunteering at the Christian bookstore in Cork. They are also a cafe, so I worked in there. It was actually quite a lot of fun, but it will be a while before I remember how to make all those fancy coffees.
On Saturday a bunch of us from the church delivered calendars to nearly every house in Fermoy! These calendars are created by a guy in Cork who takes these awesome pictures of the area and then adds in Bible verses and information, and the end result is really quite nice. The church has made some contact with people through them in the past, so this will have been the 7th year they've put them out I think. The weather had been really stormy the day before, and there was some flooding in the Cork area, so we were a little worried about spending the day running around outside! It turned out to be nice...windy, but relatively mild and dry. I got a lot of exercise, and for the record Mom, I kept up with 10-yr-old Andrew and gave him a run of his money ;)
Saturday night was Teen's club, and we put the finishing touches on our craft, and prepared our "drama" presentations, a skit, and then a song with choreographed moves....GONG SHOW! haha...oh man. Long ago I came to terms with the fact that I can't sing or dance, but someone feels the need to rub it in my face! Haha...anyway, at least I'm at the back.
Last night was the Mom's & Tot's Christmas evening, and this week will be busy with the Kid's Club and Teen's presentations. I also have to prepare for the Sunday School Christmas Service on the 23. Phew.
So that's that. Anyway my cup of tea is getting cold (I'm quite an avid tea-drinker now, since the coffee is rubbish.)and I have many blogs to visit (and comment on *coughcough*) and some much-awaited Facebook-ing to do! I'm off.
I think that if I wasn't so fantastically busy this week, I would have been curled up in a corner of my room, twitching, and beadily eying my laptop.
But I made it. Plus a day.
I'm still alive, and have at least a little faith in the fact that there might yet be a speck of self-control somewhere in my being.
And it was actually a really good week. Very busy, but good. I got stuff done that I can say with almost certainty I would NOT have got done if I had not limited my internet time. So I know it was a "God thing" that I read that quote last week, and decided to do something about it.
Also, I already feel more a part of the church community here, more "present" if you will.
Having said that, it was a struggle. I had to think of my alloted "internet day" as expendable. I had to give up doing it on Monday and almost gave up today as well, but in the end that didn't work out anyway (thank goodness!!). I still have a long way to go. Now the challenge will be not making this day the "center" of my week. You know...the endless cycle of "getting through the week" for that one day.
A few "firsts" this week:
1. First rhubarb yogurt. It was delightful! Really, it was.
2. First time being introduced to someone while they are in their underpants. Long story short, dropped by Christine's friends' house, and caught them...unprepared? The lady wasn't phased a bit. "She's Dutch" Christine says by way of explanation. I don't think she knows I'm 1/2 Dutch....though we are kind of a shameless lot.
3. First time creating a legit cappuccino. I spent yesterday volunteering at the Christian bookstore in Cork. They are also a cafe, so I worked in there. It was actually quite a lot of fun, but it will be a while before I remember how to make all those fancy coffees.
On Saturday a bunch of us from the church delivered calendars to nearly every house in Fermoy! These calendars are created by a guy in Cork who takes these awesome pictures of the area and then adds in Bible verses and information, and the end result is really quite nice. The church has made some contact with people through them in the past, so this will have been the 7th year they've put them out I think. The weather had been really stormy the day before, and there was some flooding in the Cork area, so we were a little worried about spending the day running around outside! It turned out to be nice...windy, but relatively mild and dry. I got a lot of exercise, and for the record Mom, I kept up with 10-yr-old Andrew and gave him a run of his money ;)
Saturday night was Teen's club, and we put the finishing touches on our craft, and prepared our "drama" presentations, a skit, and then a song with choreographed moves....GONG SHOW! haha...oh man. Long ago I came to terms with the fact that I can't sing or dance, but someone feels the need to rub it in my face! Haha...anyway, at least I'm at the back.
Last night was the Mom's & Tot's Christmas evening, and this week will be busy with the Kid's Club and Teen's presentations. I also have to prepare for the Sunday School Christmas Service on the 23. Phew.
So that's that. Anyway my cup of tea is getting cold (I'm quite an avid tea-drinker now, since the coffee is rubbish.)and I have many blogs to visit (and comment on *coughcough*) and some much-awaited Facebook-ing to do! I'm off.
Tuesday, December 4
"Wherever you are, be all there. Live to the hilt every situation you believe to be the will of God for you."
-Jim Elliot
I noticed this quote on Caleigh's page whilst browsing blogs the other day.
It struck me, and kind of summed up a conviction I've been suppressing all week.
You may have noticed that I've been blogging a lot these past few days (read: month), as well as frequenting Facebook, and "catching up" on emails, etc.
Well, the fact is I might be living in Ireland, but Jill is still in Kamloops.
Let's face it- I was expecting everything to be miraculously different here. I was even (or is it 'especially'?) expecting ME to be different. I didn't realize that until it didn't happen! So suddenly I was here in Ireland -a dream come true...but I was still facing the same problems I had at home. What's the saying, "Wherever you go, there you are"?
I knew God was leading me to Ireland and as much as I did already want to come, it was a huge step for me to come as a youth leader. Its definitely not in my comfort zone, but with God working out every detail for me to come, I figured it would work itself out when I got here.
This past month has been really hard. My failings, inadequacies, and insecurities have been glaringly obvious to me at every turn. It has seemed like God dropped me off at the airport and then flew back to Canada.
At first I was ok, because I was so busy I hardly had time to think. As I settled into Fermoy and my schedule slackened, I've become bored and lonely.
Not exactly what I was hoping my experience in Ireland would be!
With all this spare time, I typically was drawn to email, blogs, facebook, etc.
It fulfilled my needs: it can soak up hours and hours, and I was in contact with friends!
So especially this past week I have spent far too much time on the internet,and far too little time experiencing this amazing opportunity I have here! When people ask me What did I see in Ireland? I don't want to have to answer... "Uh...my computer screen."
So the point in all of this is maybe not so drastic as you might be expecting- I'm not deleting my blog. I really do enjoy blogging, and I find it worthwhile. However, from here on in, I'm restricting my internet time. One day a week. If I spend all day on it, that would be kind of extreme, but at least it will only be one day, as opposed to every day :S
I just want you all to know it's not because I don't want to keep in touch! I love hearing how things are going over there, and I think we can still achieve that in my once-a-week goal.
You're probably all thinking, "Took her long enough" :P
And you'd be right. It did.
And logging on every day will be a tough habit to kick, especially when I am bored or lonely. But this is the only way I can force myself to get out more and LIVE here in Ireland. I'm sick of this "Neither Here Nor There" existence.
So I need your help.
If you see that I've been on more than once in a week, give me a really, REALLY, hard time!
I'll aim to be back on Monday....so, see you then! I'm going to attempt "living to the hilt" of this God-given opportunity!
Monday, December 3
More of This 'n That...
Shoo Fly
I had been invaded by flies. Sometime last week I noticed one buzzing around and was like, "Hm, that's weird." The next morning there were like 10 of them in my bathroom! I think they are getting in through this fan/vent thing in above the bathroom sink but they are really annoying, especially because they are HUGE (and strangely plump) little pests and they like to clumsily bump into me and are attracted to my bedside light. I've been killing them off when I can.
Scarf Is Such A Weird Word
I finished my first knitting project today! Tassles and all. Though maybe not the best quality knitting in the land, it is splendidly warm. And I intend to improve.
Lastly (and there is no picture accompaniment)...
I think you all should know that Sweet Chili Sauce is one of the greatest inventions in the world! Especially when coupled with chicken and rice!!! YUM!
Sunday, December 2
Sunday School with Jill
I used to be so organized. And tidy. And conscientious.
I don't know what happened, or why, or when I began to get so scatterbrained!
Maybe there is something in the air on Quadra Island (possibly the fumes of that funny smelling stuff all the hippies smoke?) that got into my head and made me waaaaay too laid back for my own good. Seriously. I used to get so uptight and stressed about things, and lately even if it is important I just kind of shrug, "Whatever".
On one hand I like it because I never get too worried about stuff, on the other I think maybe I'm too easy-going and just getting lazy...
Sunday School for instance. This morning was my first time doing Sunday School alone. I'd stayed in a couple weeks ago to see how it was done, but with 10-15 kids crammed into a tiny little portable classroom I think I was more just overwhelmed!
So I knew about four weeks ago that today would be "my turn", and I had all week to prepare.
But I thought, "How hard can it be. I'll just flip through it on Saturday." And I did.
I cracked open the workbooks and teachers manual last night. There were a couple different ones to choose from for the different ages, so I just picked one I liked, read the passage, jotted down a couple notes that didn't really make any sense whatsoever, prepped the "visual learning aid" or whatever it's called, and decided to run to the store to nab some cookies aka "Manna from Heaven" for the kids. How terrible is that?
So this morning there were 2 kids in Sunday School. A brother and sister.
I was like, "Oh no. How am I going to drag out this lesson?!" I was kind of counting on a lot of mass chaos to fill in the time.
So bracing myself for an excruciating 45 minutes, I led them into the Sunday School room.
I got the Kerry (the older of the two) to read some of the verses and then we talked about them and then read some more and talked about them a little more, then had some chocolate-covered manna from heaven (a big hit with Lee), and then they did their workbooks while we talked about their new guinea pigs. And it was actually pretty fun!
Their mom had invited me to come back to their house for lunch, so I spent a good portion of the day with their family and the kids just chatted away and showed me their guinea pigs Toffee and Rollo. Driving me home, Christine, their mom, said she had rarely seen Lee so talkative, especially with a "stranger"! (I think the 'manna' won him over)
So even though the Sunday School lesson was perhaps under-prepared and super laid back I feel I've made some progress in a sense.
But I'm not sure the same approach will work for the Family Service I have to lead on the 23rd...!
I don't know what happened, or why, or when I began to get so scatterbrained!
Maybe there is something in the air on Quadra Island (possibly the fumes of that funny smelling stuff all the hippies smoke?) that got into my head and made me waaaaay too laid back for my own good. Seriously. I used to get so uptight and stressed about things, and lately even if it is important I just kind of shrug, "Whatever".
On one hand I like it because I never get too worried about stuff, on the other I think maybe I'm too easy-going and just getting lazy...
Sunday School for instance. This morning was my first time doing Sunday School alone. I'd stayed in a couple weeks ago to see how it was done, but with 10-15 kids crammed into a tiny little portable classroom I think I was more just overwhelmed!
So I knew about four weeks ago that today would be "my turn", and I had all week to prepare.
But I thought, "How hard can it be. I'll just flip through it on Saturday." And I did.
I cracked open the workbooks and teachers manual last night. There were a couple different ones to choose from for the different ages, so I just picked one I liked, read the passage, jotted down a couple notes that didn't really make any sense whatsoever, prepped the "visual learning aid" or whatever it's called, and decided to run to the store to nab some cookies aka "Manna from Heaven" for the kids. How terrible is that?
So this morning there were 2 kids in Sunday School. A brother and sister.
I was like, "Oh no. How am I going to drag out this lesson?!" I was kind of counting on a lot of mass chaos to fill in the time.
So bracing myself for an excruciating 45 minutes, I led them into the Sunday School room.
I got the Kerry (the older of the two) to read some of the verses and then we talked about them and then read some more and talked about them a little more, then had some chocolate-covered manna from heaven (a big hit with Lee), and then they did their workbooks while we talked about their new guinea pigs. And it was actually pretty fun!
Their mom had invited me to come back to their house for lunch, so I spent a good portion of the day with their family and the kids just chatted away and showed me their guinea pigs Toffee and Rollo. Driving me home, Christine, their mom, said she had rarely seen Lee so talkative, especially with a "stranger"! (I think the 'manna' won him over)
So even though the Sunday School lesson was perhaps under-prepared and super laid back I feel I've made some progress in a sense.
But I'm not sure the same approach will work for the Family Service I have to lead on the 23rd...!
Saturday, December 1
December
I can hardly believe it is December already!
Commercial Christmas is in full swing here, as I'm sure it is in Canada. As usual, my Christmas shopping is incomplete and disorganized. I'm not really sure who I should buy for and whatnot, so I may just stock up on chocolate and that way if I discover that I've bought too many they won't go to waste...well, I supposed it depends on how you look at it.
Baking has been on my mind lately. After doing SO MUCH of it from March-August I guess I needed a little break, but now I'm ready to get back at it. Also, I discovered that no one makes gingerbread people or houses for Christmas here and that just didn't sit well...so the girl's and I are having a gingerbread-making day sometime this week. And I will also be doing some for the Teen's club. Just bringing a lil' Canadian flavor in :D
I'm almost finished my scarf, and its going to be such a delight on cold winter nights. Its very thick and warm! I also bought some more wool and I'm going to attempt a tuque. If its good enough I'll give it away, since I have way too many hats already! (everyone here mocks me abut having a different hat for every day of the week...which is untrue, by the way...)
For some reason I've also really been wanting to learn guitar. Sam has one, so maybe he will let me use it and I can teach myself some basic chords and stuff...
These next few weeks will be fairly busy for me with preparation for the Kid's Club, Teen's Club, Sunday School, and Mothers&Toddler's Christmas Presentations!
Thankfully they will all be finished by the 17th, so the madness won't extend past there!
I also went to Cork yesterday and chatted with the girl at the Christian Bookstore there about volunteering once a week. So I'll probably get into that as soon as I can.
No one is expecting snow at all really. This winter has been exceptionally mild apparently, so I will experience an honest-to-goodness GREEN Christmas! And wow, the green is really amazing.
I'm not sure what my exact timeline over Christmas will be. I think there is a service at the church on Christmas, but after that I will be joining Sam and Karen to visit their family in the North. I think. Haha...I'm so bad at planning. I literally do things one day at a time. And I can never remember what I did before. Like it was just deleted from my memory. Sad.
Anyway, that is what my December looks like thus far.
All you NaBoPoMo-ers get a good rest and then get back to bloggin' because I like to see what you're all up to!
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