Saturday, July 31, 2010

At Dairy Queen

We've just arrived in the drive through line. Boyo says, "You're not talking to the informater. You need to talk to the informator.
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Monday, July 26, 2010

Waiting and working

Dear Jenn,
Well, predictably, the only people at the group meeting were the two that have a life outside of school. So we did the little we could do and went our separate ways.
Now I'm looking at my other group project and my partner has done a tonne of work already and I've done essentially nothing. She keeps updating it too. I'm still trying to figure it out.
Love Reade
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Sunday, July 25, 2010

Summertime

Dear Reade (or Read given your last post),

It's a beautiful summer evening. The temperature is cooling and I'm thinking about the day we have just been through. Sleeping late (hooray!). Blueberry pancakes (yummy). Church (good to be back). Lunch. Naps and craziness with the kids while you did homework. Playing in the water. Planting flowers. Snack-y supper. Family movie night. The eternal bedtime of overtired children.

Overall, we've had a weekend of balance. I feel good about the work we've accomplished, the ways that we have lived in thankfulness and the rest which we have taken. Thanks for the many ways that you have worked hard on family stuff and given yourself to your school work too.

Love to you,
Jennifer (of Jnnifer if you prefer)

Wednesday, July 21, 2010

Studying for mid-terms

Dear Jenn,
So here I am @ the Lazy Owl studying. I'm very tense, as you know. You're very understanding considering how unpleasant I am when I'm stressed. Of course, expecting the little ones to be understanding or to understand is ridiculous. I just hope they find a good counselor when they grow up.
Sometimes I despair of the kind of father I am. It's not that I don't love my kids desperately but that I'm pretty self absorbed. Ni is a great kid that obviously idolizes me but he makes me so angry sometimes. I don't want to squelch his enthusiasms aside from those that involve giving his sister beatings. However, I don't understand what he's on about so often. I'm afraid he's inherited my inability to make myself clear.
Sometimes I fear I have all of my dad's worst foibles and none of his great qualities. I look more and more like him every day so maybe I come by it honestly.
Well I should get back to studying.
Love Read
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Thursday, July 15, 2010

What to do?

Dear Reade,

Would you believe it? It's midday. Girlie is sleeping. And our boy is having his first "lunch at a friend's." I switched over the laundry and settled myself here, to write.

What with traveling all about Saskatchewan for family gatherings and celebrations and our few quiet days at the lake, I feel like I am just settling in to the routine of summer. Hot, muggy days. Cool nights. Very often rain showers each day. Over the next few weeks we will see a transformation in the vegetable portion of our gardens.

I feel distracted as I write. Much like our days have been. Without a beginning, middle and end to the "story" I'm leaving here. Just the bits of our day. As I attend to that sense, I simultaneously want to be okay with it and have it change. Typical!

Starting again...

Jennifer

Tuesday, July 13, 2010

Work, work, work

Dear Jenn,
                I just got off the phone with you and Ni. You're coming back from ... a farm. I've had a mostly fruitless day of searching for a few specific documents from the past.  If only I was looking for an obscure cartoon that only had 4 episodes, of which only two every aired. In which case I could go to the numerous websites with screen captures and every bit of dialog annotated with a guide to the characters. But alas, these are gov't docs so, suffice to say, they're not easily accessible. Indeed may have been thrown away or just in a cardboard box in some gov't building somewhere. 

It rained and hailed here about half an hour ago and the staff all stopped working to watch. Fun in Saskatchewan. It was certainly a welcome break for me. They're going to put a lock on my door soon. Not for me, of course, but for the new guy coming in a few weeks. The info kept in the office will be very hush-hush so a lock is only sensible. But with a professional like Avi I'm not too worried about the stuff. He could probably break my neck with his pinkie using a secret Krave Maga strike. 

Life at SpringBoard.