Thursday, June 30, 2005
I'm a little overwhelmed by the patterned-dress-shirt-with-tie look. How does one decide if a tie goes with a shirt? Is it by colour? Or pattern? I settled upon a combo that is stripey, bright and doesn't conflict within itself (at least to my eyes). Getting dressed for church is much easier: throw on the alb and you're good to go!
Hoping that my selection isn't offensive, I might do a test run at Bobo's wedding tomorrow. Who gets married on the Friday of a long weekend? Someone with grand plans of a grand party. That would be Bobo.
Wednesday, June 29, 2005
Tuesday, June 28, 2005
Back to the point, (waylaid by words again!), Rei is asserting where she belongs in the order of things, especially when she proclaims, "MY mommy!"
It seems that she's experiencing some feeling of territorial encroachment by her "little buddy" Kai who seems to receive inordinate amount of attention. We're wondering if her disrupted and disruptive (lack of sleep) the past couple nights is some regressive behaviour to get more mommy time.
So as the parents, we've resolved to give Rei more quality time, one-to-one, with mommy. Next stop? The toilet. Training is about to begin. Sometime. Soon. Later.
Monday, June 27, 2005
Sunday, June 26, 2005
To weakly defend this text, I offered how some people might interpret this story as God rejecting child sacrfice, which could have been a prevelant practice in those days. But why such a horrific and appalling object lesson?
Maybe Abraham is the scapegoat of our negative feelings because God is the principle character in this story, as the provider, initiator and tester. After all, it isn't proper or polite to think poorly of God, so we transfer our rage and outrage on good old Abe. Because otherwise, we might get zapped or something.
The upshot was my hope that people would feel free to think of God as a bastardo when merited, because sometimes that's the only responsible theological conclusion we can reach. The world needs more discerning and critical thinkers, these days especially. Amen.
Saturday, June 25, 2005
Rei has developed quite a taste for "strawbabies" and at Ravenswood's Strawberry Social, knew exactly what we were there for. She dabbled in the ham and scalloped potates, but saved her appetite for that sweet, antioxidanty fruit.
Kai, as he is wont to do during daylight hours, slept through most of it. I'm sure he'll want in on the action next year.
Friday, June 24, 2005
Specific memories include visits from: friends Michelle & Steve, she's lent me a book about a nun; and both sets of grandparents, with gifts of piggy bank, pinwheel and clothing for the kids.
Summer must be here, the hammock is set up on our porch. We haven't used it as much we'd like. After what seems like an eternity, I BBQ-ed some burgers last night. Last time I charred some food was pre-Kai (PK? or BK, before-Kai?).
I have undertaken to (re-)organize the filing cabinet and office. So even though everything is everywhere, I am making progress. And a new dresser for Kai's room awaits assembly. That's scheduled for tomorrow.
Somewhere along the way, I need to find a sermon for Sunday. In Genesis, Abraham prepares to sacrifice his son, Isaac. I think I'll be working with the gospel text.
Tuesday, June 21, 2005
Eight years ago, Shelley and I were married on a hot, humid day that ended with a brilliant summer thunderstorm. So much has changed since then (added two kids, endured a few relocations, leased/bought some cars, revisioned our wardrobes) and a lot of things have remained the same (nurturing admiration and respect for one another, enjoying the simpler elements of life, delighting in many of the same circle of friends, amassing an ever-increasing volume of CDs). How lucky, to find a steadfast and giving companion on the journey of life.
Today is also the day that Kai was predicted to arrive. Instead, he's 9 days old, regained his birth weight less an ounce, and is sleeping like a baby.
Monday, June 20, 2005
Sunday, June 19, 2005
Once we fit into a routine again, our meals will be more substantial and regularly timed. In the meantime, heartfelt thanks to Diana, from deep down in my gut!
Saturday, June 18, 2005
On the postive side, Rei has been very accommodating and adjusting well, checking in on her "little buddy", gently touching his hair and always eager to talk about her new baby brother.
Sunday is on the horizon, coming around as it always does. Tomorrow is a special combined service of the two congregations that will feature PowerPointed liturgy. As much as I enjoy putting such presentations together, it is extra work, and helping with a wedding today, and a cemetery decoration day service tomorrow afternoon, I'm feeling a little bit of pressure (mostly self-imposed, I realize. But that's me).
Oh well, it'll all be over in 24 hours. And then it's 7 days until it happens again...
Thursday, June 16, 2005
Wednesday, June 15, 2005
Tuesday, June 14, 2005
Of course, now that it's done, I have many more questions than when I began. One proof read tomorrow and send it in. It's not perfect, it's good enough.
Going to have some of my reserved-for-special-occasions, 30th birthday present Glen Breton, the Canadian single malt, to celebrate. (Although I thought I'd be toasting this accomplishment before Kai's arrival, which I did do last night).
Yes, I'm aware of what time it is. And that I'd be drinking alone. But once you've engaged in The Circle, are you ever alone?
In an homage to Winnipeg, I'll lift a glass to The Weakerthans: "Set our watches forward like we're just arriving here / from a past we left in a place we knew too well. / Hold on to the corners of today, / and we'll fold it up to save until it's needed ..."
Monday, June 13, 2005
So yesterday I had planned on preaching about the prediction and news of Sarah and Abraham's unplanned parenthood (Genesis 18: 1-5, 21: 1-7), elaborating on laughter, hospitality and other churchy themes. I find it particularly ironic that I was going to conclude with:
And naturally, Sarah's story is prominent in my mind as Shelley prepares for the last weeks, maybe only days, of her pregnancy. It will be a time of fear, anxiety, wonder, hardship, pain, hope, and of course, laughter. These stories of Sarah, Abraham and the disciples offer an invitation to share in good news, to journey with others, offering them welcome and hospitality in our lives, into our faith.
Yeah, I guess I was tempting fate wasn't I? And by "fate", I mean God of course. If you believe that God has a hand in these sorts of things.
Sunday, June 12, 2005
3:35 water broke
4:10 called Shelley's mom to watch Rei for today
6:00 left for hospital
7:00 fetal monitor hooked up ...
- showed "variables" (i.e., drop in baby's heart rate during some contractions)
- nurses, residents, doctors rush in, look at the readings, rush out - a veritable sea of royal blue scrubs milling about
- we're freaking out a bit (a lot)
- received unconvincing assurances that everything's OK (then why is everyone here? why is everything happening so quickly? do nurses usually run the bloodwork down to the lab themselves?)
8:00 anethesiologist interview
8:30 prepping for C-section
9:10 obstetrician arrives (late b/c of shift change); I enter the O.R. shortly after
9:23 Kai is born
10:15 we all go to recovery room
10:50 he has his first feed, it goes well
11:17 first sneeze, very cute
11:45 to semi-private room for 3-4 more days
Saturday, June 11, 2005
Friday, June 10, 2005
This morning, I went to Camlachie Golf & Country Club with colleague David (he's a colleague in the sense that we're both working for the same boss: Lambton Presbytery. For now. Soon he'll be chaplaining in South Korea). Over 9 holes, he shot a 60, I ended with 65.
He was duly impressed by my ability to hit a tree 8 different times. And I don't mean "hit a tree" as in ripping through the leaves and phlangeal twigs. I mean "hit a tree" with a carooming thwock! that radically alters the flight path of the ball.
There's a hymn that repeats: "And the trees of the field with clap their hands". In Camlachie today, "the trees on the course were shaking in their boots, / because I'm a lumberjack and I'm OK".
Well, what IS a Skeletor? Now you can find out, courtesy of my buddy Jeffy's foray into Wikipedia, The Free Encyclopdia. Better check out his entry now in case it isn't accepted by the Wikipedian powers that be. ZING!
Wednesday, June 08, 2005
Submitted one earlier tonight. Woo hoo! (We're ignoring the fact it was due last week).
Visited Hospital #5 today, completing my 3-day tour (passing on 2 others that fall into my catchment area). This trip was personal, accompanying Shelley to her ob-gyn visit. Although I did check the patient listing in the clergy room for any of my flock. So there's a billable 2 minutes.
Errands today saw another phone upgrade. We're ascending (slowly) up the ranks of cell phone technocracy where a simple, straightforward telephone ringing tone is apparently not an option on our Samsung SGH X426 flip phone with vibrant colour display. At least we can rely on the phone that can reach me, should labour begin.
A trip to Wal-Mart (yes, Keith if you're reading this, I can hear your indignation and rage) yielded: a present for a shower (bridal, baby, I'm not telling); papier de toilette; diapers for the coming newborn; plastic portable shelving unit for baby's diaper/blanket/clothing station; sunglasses for Rei; ketchup for all of us, but Rei was especially interested; and a fan which will be returned, for $30 we expected bigger.
A meltdown in someone's diaper was followed shortly after by a meltdown in temperament. The exuberant and excessively happy songs of Raffi eventually calmed all of our wailing. Evening came, the Wednes-day.
Tuesday, June 07, 2005
Coldplay's X&Y, after just half a listen, strikes me as their strongest album yet. Hooky and catchy, if immemorable, melodies punctuate the ethereal, lilting lyrics (although nothing will ever come close to Martin Tielli). This is radio mainstream at its best.
Keane's Hopes and Fears, the latest acclaimed entry into the wave of new Brit pop, is, to my ears, a gloomier, stripped-down version of Travis and reminiscent at times of Radiohead. Which is not necessarily a bad thing, sometimes some UK grey is the only thing that suits my mood. There are some standout tracks and I know the rest will grow on me.
All in all, a fine soundtrack to the theological ruminations that will blunder deep into the night.
No matter what we select, I foresee a lifetime of repeated pronunciation and spelling.
Monday, June 06, 2005
In spite of these delayed dreams of leisure, I did get a fair bit done today: went to 2 hospitals; conducted 2 pastoral visits; installed the air conditioner into the bedroom; paid many bills; bought a new cordless phone (upgrading from 50 MHz to only 900 MHz, so as to avoid interference with the router); browsed for a new suit; went to 2 university libraries; amassed research material for one of the aforementioned papers; willed the Pistons to victory in Game 7 as the Wallaces triumphed over the Joneses; and, tidied the home office a bit.
So now that all that's out of the way, I should be free and clear to knock off a couple papers.
Sunday, June 05, 2005
I got home in time to tie down the barbecue cover, close some windows and watch the marvellous summer storm from the window. At one point the sky turned an exotic green-blue before another lightning strike. Thankfully, Rei slept through all the gusting, crackling and rumbling. This should take the edge of the heat, hopefully; at the very least, the storm's passed so I could blog about it.
Saturday, June 04, 2005
Were it not for a misplaced settlement, I could have added another to score 44. Maybe next time.
Friday, June 03, 2005
Although it may be time for therapy as memories of high school resurfaced: camera club, Alphaville, and student council elections. Unfortunately, nifty dance moves weren't enough to keep the cool kids from being elected after all.
"I love technology / but not as much as you, you see" Yep, that's me.
Thursday, June 02, 2005
There's more: After Rei's bath, she slipped and fell back, landing on her rear. She has recently come to the understanding that kisses heal all bumps and ouches (you can see where this is going)... After picking herself up, she very clearly and plaintively directed me, "Kiss my bum." I wasn't expecting to hear that sentiment from her for another 10 years.
Steve, Amare, Shawn, Quentin and Joe - "You bunch of goats!" - thanks for making professional basketball fun and fast again.