Our place has been "overrun" with house guests for the next few days.
A new friend from church was expecting her sister, nephews and niece to arrive in Runamuk this week. She had lined up accommodations and was so excited to be seeing family soon.
Unfortunately, the accommodations weren't ready for their arrival, so we have lots of house guests.
They are a young family, and for the first day Fang, our faithful canine companion, was beside himself with joy. Kids to play with! By the end of the day, while still happy to have kids to play with, his 10-year old body had had enough! The fact that we have been having unseasonably warm weather didn't help seeing as Fang has enough Husky in him to guarantee a thick under coat, as well as nice, dark brown fur, thanks to a chocolate Lab ancestor.
Today, he played for 15 minutes before collapsing in a heap in the shade.
Both FCC and I have come to the conclusion that he will be looking forward to the weekend in the "spa."
I better check to see how the kids are doing.
Later, Mushers!
Thursday, June 18, 2009
Monday, June 15, 2009
A Tale from GA
Rev. Mrs. Candy returned from General Assembly last Friday, and on Sunday, told us about meeting up with a former member of our presbytery who had just returned from Afghanistan.
Serving with the 22eme Regiment as one of their chaplains, he learned that there was a specific seat assigned to chaplains when traveling in a LAV (Light Armoured Vehicle). He was told that chaplains were assigned that seat because, if the LAV was hit with an IED, the person in that seat would go straight up. He responded that, if that was the case, he hoped the guys sitting on either side of him didn't mind if he took them along for the ride!
We can only hope he will have a chance to visit Runamuk while he's on this side of the Atlantic.
Later, Mushers!
Serving with the 22eme Regiment as one of their chaplains, he learned that there was a specific seat assigned to chaplains when traveling in a LAV (Light Armoured Vehicle). He was told that chaplains were assigned that seat because, if the LAV was hit with an IED, the person in that seat would go straight up. He responded that, if that was the case, he hoped the guys sitting on either side of him didn't mind if he took them along for the ride!
We can only hope he will have a chance to visit Runamuk while he's on this side of the Atlantic.
Later, Mushers!
Saturday, June 13, 2009
A Saturday spent on the Great Outdoors
While FCC and her Cuz went off for some retail therapy, Joe Candy and I went off to play a round of golf at the Runamuk Golf and Gun Club.
Initially, one would think that this would be an odd combination of sports, however, one rarely sees a critter bent on making a MacThumper sandwich when there are guns going off close by. I've flubbed an occasional shot because of a shotgun blast, but I can live with a flubbed shot, as opposed to, say, a critter gnawing on one's shin!
The round was followed by a brisk nap, and the mowing of the MacThumper estate, including the whipper snipping of the estate's ditches. Living large!
All that is left for me to do is to get a proper definition of the word "abide" and I am golden!
Later, Mushers!
Initially, one would think that this would be an odd combination of sports, however, one rarely sees a critter bent on making a MacThumper sandwich when there are guns going off close by. I've flubbed an occasional shot because of a shotgun blast, but I can live with a flubbed shot, as opposed to, say, a critter gnawing on one's shin!
The round was followed by a brisk nap, and the mowing of the MacThumper estate, including the whipper snipping of the estate's ditches. Living large!
All that is left for me to do is to get a proper definition of the word "abide" and I am golden!
Later, Mushers!
Saturday, June 6, 2009
The Theraputic Value of a Slow Pen
I haven't made a post for a while, but honestly, I have a good reason.
A couple of months ago, while on a retail therapy trip to the Mystic Land of the same, I bought a fountain pen. It was bought with the money my Favorite Mother-in-Law gave me for Christmas, and I used it to buy the pen as a memorial to her.
Since then, I've been practicing my "penmanship," and being a south-paw, I truly need it!
Lately, Fang has made insistent grunting to get out for an early morning run (a dog that gets up at the crack of dawn up here gets to be a real pain this time of year), I am up way too early to do anything constructive, so I make a cup of coffee (with a 25 oz mug, one cup is all I need), sit down in my favorite chair, turn on the satellite radio to a Baroque Channel, pick up my lap desk, and write.
Well, copy because it is way too early to think, but I do get to play with the pen, improve my penmanship, and in an odd way meditate.
I focus on making the loops in my letters clear and nicely shaped, connected in a nice, flowing script (well, sometimes), and generally, pleasing to the eye. I've copied the questions and answers in a communicant's study guide, and now am working on a daily devotional book: sort of killing two birds with one stone.
The ink from this pen takes longer to dry than that of a ballpoint, so I have to take my time to let the ink dry before I rest my hand on it to write further along the page. Having to take extra time, I've come to take pleasure in the smooth flow of ink onto the page, the quiet scratch of the nib on the paper, and the quiet company of the fed, and watered Fang sleeping next to the chair. I'm even getting to like this classical fiddle music!
I've found I'm less hyper, and when you tip the scales at 270 lbs, this is a good thing.
FCC is in the process of taking a shower, so it is time for me to close for now. Breakfast is on its way!
Later, Mushers!
A couple of months ago, while on a retail therapy trip to the Mystic Land of the same, I bought a fountain pen. It was bought with the money my Favorite Mother-in-Law gave me for Christmas, and I used it to buy the pen as a memorial to her.
Since then, I've been practicing my "penmanship," and being a south-paw, I truly need it!
Lately, Fang has made insistent grunting to get out for an early morning run (a dog that gets up at the crack of dawn up here gets to be a real pain this time of year), I am up way too early to do anything constructive, so I make a cup of coffee (with a 25 oz mug, one cup is all I need), sit down in my favorite chair, turn on the satellite radio to a Baroque Channel, pick up my lap desk, and write.
Well, copy because it is way too early to think, but I do get to play with the pen, improve my penmanship, and in an odd way meditate.
I focus on making the loops in my letters clear and nicely shaped, connected in a nice, flowing script (well, sometimes), and generally, pleasing to the eye. I've copied the questions and answers in a communicant's study guide, and now am working on a daily devotional book: sort of killing two birds with one stone.
The ink from this pen takes longer to dry than that of a ballpoint, so I have to take my time to let the ink dry before I rest my hand on it to write further along the page. Having to take extra time, I've come to take pleasure in the smooth flow of ink onto the page, the quiet scratch of the nib on the paper, and the quiet company of the fed, and watered Fang sleeping next to the chair. I'm even getting to like this classical fiddle music!
I've found I'm less hyper, and when you tip the scales at 270 lbs, this is a good thing.
FCC is in the process of taking a shower, so it is time for me to close for now. Breakfast is on its way!
Later, Mushers!
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