or not. How loneliness just kind of creeps in making one wish for a good long talk. Not sure just what about.
I do know that no one around here is awake enough to talk about anything after midnight.
Maybe it is just the excess coffee acting up. I should have known better but it seemed like a good idea to drink two cups while the meeting was going on and I was yawning non-stop. A retrospective look at life does not do much for the current moment. I will be more prudent next time. Famous last words.
We learned the news tonight that a good friend died suddenly on Sunday night. Keith Fullerton was a spiritual father to Leo and I. He was our pastor in Saskatoon when we were students learning about life and faith and he was the pastor that sent us off to the Congo. You can read more about him here.
It has been good to keep in touch over the years, visiting when the occasion permitted. I guess it is a few years past now since we spent some time together in their home in Surrey. They gave my car with the broken window a safe place to sleep while we waited for the glass people to open on a Monday morning.
Keith was retired but not really. He was always busy serving in some capacity. I last saw him at Alive this fall. He continued to be down to earth, loving life and people and keeping up with current issues in theology. The term pastor suited him well.
Funerals never fall at convenient times and this next week is full of travel and study for me and travel and work for Leo so I doubt we will be able to go and celebrate his life with friends. My thoughts and prayers are with his family. We will all miss him but we will meet again.
Last day of work today for a week and a bit. We finished off the day with a couple of emergencies that walked in to the office at the very last moment. One fellow I could not help. My sore hand had been working hard on some fillings and I just did not think it was wise to start an extraction that I might not be able to finish.
So the end of the day was spent catching up on all the last minute shopping, some gifts, some groceries, filled the car with gas and printed off some pictures I need for gifts. Then I realized that I no longer had my VISA card. It was not in its customary slot in my wallet.
I don’t think there is a feeling that is much worse. I need that card when I travel in January. There would barely be time to replace it and there are all those accounts set up that I would have to remember to change. So, my mind began backtracking the events of my afternoon – when had I used it last, etc. And I realized I had l left it in the chipreader following one of my purchases. What were the chances of it still being there two hours later? I almost gave up before returning to the store. But, I thought I’d better at least give it a try.
So glad I did! The person minding the till was still on duty and there was my card. Wonder of wonders! Thank God it was safe. Made my day!
So, now there are just gifts to wrap, food to cook and a bit of relaxing to do.
I made a decision last night to end my participation in the local orchestra.
“End my participation” sounds so much better than “drop out of”, eh?
We were playing last night at one of the care homes; what Dean calls an open rehearsal. I have been trying very hard to find some practicing time over the past two weeks and thought I was not doing too badly but last night it was just too obvious that if I can’t practice more, I can’t contribute much to the orchestra. I’m still an early stage learner not an accomplished bassist who can take the simple songs we have and play them well without a lot of practice. I came home very frustrated and disappointed with myself after our rehearsal since even for the songs I thought I had prepared fairly well, I played way too slow to keep up.
So, I guess that’s it for now. For this year. For the bass.
I now will use the practice and orchestra time to work a bit harder on my Greek and see if that extra time helps me out there. Christmas is always a busy time for family so the extra freedom to enjoy the kids and grandkids will be good too. And then in January I go to Chicago for another class and start an online class in February. So, I will not be bored with nothing to do.
I’m the kind of person who adds things to my schedule with enthusiasm but lets go of things with reluctance. But there comes a point when reason prevails.
I will miss playing my bass with the orchestra. Very much.
Right after work tonight, I hit the road and head for Saskatoon to board a plane to Calgary then drive again to Canmore. I hope to make it to my hotel there by 10:30 or so. We’ll see. Last time I estimated the time it would take to get up to Kingsfold, I underestimated by a good hour. Of course I got lost and it was snowing and raining so hard it was easy to miss my turn off.
So, I guess we will see. I will get there when I get there.
I am attending Alive,an adult retreat (which usually means over 50, you young things that do not fit the description) Ruth Hill is speaking and since we did time together in the Congo, we always have lots to talk about.
And I am now waiting for the School Dental Program people to arrive so that I can finish a job that ended up being a bit too complicated for them. I do not want to have to speed too fast on the way to Saskatoon and my meeting scheduled for there at 6 before my plane leaves.
Such a hectic life I lead. Sometimes it seems as if the crazyiness comes totally unbidden and unplanned putting an end to all my nicely timed out schedule.
Life. Is Too Full Some Days.