Monday, September 1, 2014

Father's Day BBQ spice rub

It's been a long while since I've posted any of the boys' club crafts.  This week we are preparing for Father's Day.  It's not an original idea but it is a good one:  a homemade BBQ spice rub from here.  The post at designmom also includes the links to the printable tags which you can use for a homemade BBQ sauce as well.  I was originally going to choose the BBQ sauce because the boys love cooking and mixing so much but the 1 hour simmering time put it beyond our time frame.

I could see the spice rub idea working for a teacher's end-of-year gift or Christmas presents or a whatever-gift that young hands could easily do and proudly give as their own work.  The jars are easily found at a $2 shop and we found ours in the right size for only $1.  Bargain!

Thursday, August 28, 2014

This is today's car technology

Hyundai are obviously not the only car company with this technology.  I imagine in a few years it will be standard and we won't even think about it.  But for now, I think it is amazing.

Friday, August 22, 2014

Ouch! Poor Honey!

My husband and my youngest took Honey for a walk this afternoon and she was attacked by a husky.  Both dogs were on leads at the time but the other owner was busy talking on a mobile phone and didn't control her dog.  Honey received a bite to the face.  It was a horrible thing for my youngest to see.  She's been to the vet and is on antibiotics to prevent infection.  She's not doing badly (she managed to eat tea okay) but I feel awful for her.

It would be lovely

It’s been a very full month. I think I say that every month now. I keep waiting for life to get quieter but that doesn’t seem to be part of this season of life so I think I may as well quit waiting.

Anyway, there’s been much going on. However, given that all the goings on have primarily been in lives of other people that I’m close to as opposed to my own life, I don’t have much I can share about it all. As a result I feel like a cloud heavy with words that does not dare to rain. And it’s been a busy time too so that all the words and all the thoughts and all the feelings seem to be stacking and squeezing and shoving on top of one another to fit inside my head without a chance to have it all sorted out with a good long purge.

But who’d have the time to listen anyway? And I’m conscious of whinging. So best not start.

On the other hand, I feel like there so much unprocessed right now. Like when you are searching for the right word and it’s on the tip of your tongue but you just can’t remember. I feel like if I could just stop… and think… and talk it out, I just might be able to make some sense of all these jumbled feelings and ideas.

Last weekend, I was just weary with it all. Weary. That’s a good word. People I love are in deep waters in a number of different places and situations. And I can’t seem to help much, if at all. The world sometimes makes no sense. And at other times it’s beautiful. But very often it is downright terrifying and depressing. And lately it’s tinged my days with a fragile layer of sadness over top of everything else.

And I just long to talk it all out. So on Sunday night, I sat in the gloom that descends when the last flicker of the TV goes off and sighed. Loudly. And said, for perhaps the hundredth time in the last year, “I miss J.” That other city is all the richer for having her but I am all the poorer for missing her now that she’s moved away. My mind tells me that if only we could have a talk – a really long talk – I'd be able to get all the knots out and be sorted again. But it’s not really true. It would be lovely. But it wouldn’t work.

The truth is, despite my extended case of the poor-me-s, I do have friends who listen. Good friends who listen well. But that is never really enough. It doesn’t truly satisfy. There will always still be that inbuilt longing for one who can understand it all, make sense of it all and feel what I feel from the inside out. There is only one who really satisfies those deep unspoken, unutterable, longings for understanding. Only Jesus is enough.

And so I pray on. For my friends. For wisdom. For peace. Maybe for understanding.

For just going on when we are weary.

For forgiveness and for the grace to forgive.

And I hold tight to hope. Because hope does not disappoint.

Evening Sun - Jon Bryant

Lovely song.

Sunday, August 17, 2014

Psalm 121

During a really difficult time, it can be a song that speaks louder than ordinary words. This song was on repeat constantly for me when I was pregnant with my first child. A large tumour, unrelated to the pregnancy, was unexpectedly discovered while I was having my 20 week scan. Days, and much longer nights, were spent lying in hospital waiting for a diagnosis, waiting for surgery, recovering from surgery, waiting for pathology. Often times, this was the last song I played before I slept.

Since that time, I haven’t listened to the song at all. Not because I believe it less or love it less. It’s just that the very sound of it takes me straight back to that time. And it has taken a while (well, a decade) for the intensity of it all to lessen enough for it to bearable.

Now this week I’m reading my friend’s words as she waits in hospital with her own dear one. I’m taken swiftly back. So with much love… here are some words that were precious to me then. Praying for you.

Wednesday, August 13, 2014


Not too long ago, on the road between Bath and Bristol, there was a landslide that closed part of the road.  The necessary detour was adding about an hour to the trip and commuters were getting very frustrated.  Government repairs were estimated to be another five months away before completion. Fed up with the situation, a local man hired a field, brought in some gravel and created a detour which he has set up as a private toll road.  The 2 pounds it cost you to use it is less than the petrol it would cost to go around the long detour.  And thus we have the first private toll road in England in 100 years.

You can read about it more detail here at 22 words.