Relatives and Critters

So, during the family weekend, my darling niece, Hoofer, mentioned to she wanted to get a new pet. To wit, a hedgehog.

To convince her mother, my sister, Pearl that a hedgehog would be a most excellent gift, she searched the web for facts and figures. It was quite impressive. I almost wanted one myself.

In fact, I mentioned this to one of my co-workers, Brain. She was not quite so positive on the idea of the hedgehog. Apparently, her nephew has one and it has a jail house attitude. Being a nocturnal creature, it wants to be out and about at night. Since it is in its nice little metal cage at night, instead of travelling thither and yon, it protests its captivity.

How you may ask. By slamming its water dish against the bars of its cage, shredding the paper litter it has into much finer pieces to scatter about the house, and hissing threats at the screws. Well, OK. It just hisses at people it doesn't like, but you get the idea.

I don't know what Hoofer felt when I sent the information to her, but Pearl wasn't about to let her daughter have a pet anyway.

On the upside, we now know that if you bake a hedgehog after slathering it in a thick layer of clay, the quills come off with ease. Sounds yummy to me!

Have to run.

Later, Mushers!

Family Matters

There has been much travel since the ice left the waters of Runamuk.

There was a trip to TO for the opening game of the TFC (so nice to be able to cheer for at least on team from that town), but that is not the trip of which I speak.

This past weekend was a family gathering which involved all three of the elder sisters, nieces, nephews, in laws, and assorted hangers on.

As with most family gatherings, as many events were celebrated as possible. There was, of course, the premier event- the graduation of niece No. 3, henceforth to be known as Alto, with a Bachelors degree in Christian Ed with a music major. There was also the celebration of the return of the Prodigal Sister- returned from the mission field after two and a half years. Last, but not the least, there was the birthday of my youngest niece, Hoofer.

My nephew, Jonah, was back from his studies out west, a lean, mean, researching machine.

We ate, we laughed, I avoided board games like the plague!

All in all, a most pleasant weekend, and well worth the trip.

Later, Mushers!

The FCC and I had a night out last night.


We 4-wheeled up the coast to Chocolate Bay to take in a concert put on by Glen Soderholm, a PCC minister and worship team workshop leader. The concert was good, and our minister, the Rev. Mrs. Candy introduced me to Glen.

We spoke about many things, but I think he was most impressed by my idea for serving communion to large congregations. You tape a crouton to a punch pack of grape juice, and you can serve anyone in the church, even the folks in the upper gallery!

I could tell that he was impressed.

Later, Mushers!

Spring, Glorious Spring!

We have sunshine.
We have some warmth.
We have springtime.
Who could ask for anything more!

Spring has come to Runamuk. The ice has slowly receded from the shore, and snow has retreated to area untouched by sunlight. The local inhabitants have emerged from the shelter of their homes to do the annual spring dance, AKA. dodging a winter's worth of doggy-doo.

It is amazing how graceful one can be when properly motivated.

To quote Frank Zappa, "don't go where the huskies go." At least, we don't have to worry about yellow snow! Much.

Later, mushers!