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Gas Up: May 15

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Gas in my neighbourhood went up 2¢ per litre last week, so I’m paying $1.379. That’d be $5.24 or thereabouts per gallon.

What about you? Help fill up the big empty space below by giving me your local gas price info.

(I took this photo on the dog walk I took at 10pm, so it gives you an idea of the light at that time of night. It’s 10:45pm as I write this and the sun is just now setting behind the mountains.)

Posted on Thursday, May 15, 2008 at 10:39PM by Registered Commenterrebecca in | Comments3 Comments | EmailEmail | PrintPrint

Down for the Count

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If my experience with this illness is like everyone else’s in the family, I’ll probably be back to blogging in a couple of days.  See you then.

Posted on Monday, May 12, 2008 at 10:30AM by Registered Commenterrebecca in | Comments10 Comments | EmailEmail | PrintPrint

Gas Up: May 8

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Other gas price reports
Rey gives us a breakdown of the gas prices he encountered last weekend in New York City, New Jersey and Pennsylvania:

  • PA (where I live) $3.69 a gallon
  • NJ (Family Stop A) $3.47 a gallon
  • NJ (Refuel before entering NYC) $3.58 a gallon
  • NYC (Family Stop B: NYC and where I refused to refuel) $3.89 a gallon
  • NJ (Refuel before leaving NJ) $3.49 a gallon
Violet gives her report from Langley, BC where what you see is not necessarily what you get.
 
What about you? Up, down, or the same? 
 
Posted on Thursday, May 8, 2008 at 10:29PM by Registered Commenterrebecca in | Comments8 Comments | EmailEmail | PrintPrint

Gas Up: May 1

Gas%20Up%20May%201Here’s what a litre of gas costs at my neighborhood station this week. That’d work out to be $5.14 per U.S. gallon.

Youngest son worked at this gas station last summer. He was following in both his parents footsteps, because my first job was at a Fas Gas station, too, and that’s where I met my husband, who was my co-worker. I’m almost certain they are completely unrelated companies, even though the Fas Gas company I worked for had a similar green and white logo.

The price in 1973 when I pumped gas? A whopping 39.9¢ per gallon. And it was full service; I washed your windows and checked your oil. But it was the summer of the gas shortage, and 39.9¢ was a shockingly high price. It was also the summer of the big grain export to Russia, and there was a constant stream of grain trucks fueling up as they travelled from North Dakota to the port of Duluth.

What are you paying for gas this week? You can let us know in the comments of this post or, if you prefer, you can post the info on your own blog and send me the link.

Posted on Thursday, May 1, 2008 at 11:22PM by Registered Commenterrebecca in | Comments15 Comments | References1 Reference | EmailEmail | PrintPrint

Complaint Department: Parcel Delivery

Yes, I do have a more substantial post coming (I hope) later today. Meanwhile, I’m amusing myself by tracking a parcel containing a gift I ordered for oldest son’s birthday last Wednesday.

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Can you read that? According to this, my parcel has been right here in town since last Thursday (That’s eight days ago!) and on the truck for delivery every single working day since then, yet on three of those days, my parcel was not due for delivery. What’s up with that? Do they lug it around town just for the fun of it?

On Tuesday, it says I was not available, yet I was right here at home all day.

I’m taking bets on whether it will be delivered today or whether I’ll have to wait until next week. What’s your best guess?

Posted on Friday, March 28, 2008 at 11:01AM by Registered Commenterrebecca in | Comments9 Comments | EmailEmail | PrintPrint

A Post In Which I Boast

I came to Christ when I was very young. I can’t remember exactly how old I was, but I do know that it was before I started kindergarten, and I do remember the circumstances. I was a little girl, standing on the back pew of small church in rural Idaho, listening (believe it or not!) to the sermon.

I don’t remember the whole sermon, but I do remember that somewhere within it there was an explanation of Christ’s death on the cross and I was transfixed. I saw an image of my Saviour on the cross, suffering for me, and at that instant I understood that I needed what was accomplished for me there. And more than that: I knew that I wanted, above everything else, what was provided for me there.
 
Since I was only 4 or 5, I really shouldn’t have understood that sermon at all. It wasn’t the children’s sermon; it was the regular adult sermon and a pretty deeply doctrinal one at that. Yet I heard truths of Christ and the cross, put it all together and saw something wonderful: the beauty of Christ and the wisdom of the cross.

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Posted on Sunday, March 9, 2008 at 08:30PM by Registered Commenterrebecca in , , | Comments9 Comments | EmailEmail | PrintPrint

She's Back from South Africa

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Oldest daughter returned to us on Sunday evening, itching from bed bugs bites. She loved and she hated it at the children’s home, which is, I suppose, the way it is with all things like that.
 
It was exhausting and difficult work. Constant crying, she says, from morning to night, because there were not enough people volunteering to work over the weeks around Christmas. That’s one of the parts she hated.
 
And there is a fair bit of corruption, locally, that shows up in things like portable jungle gyms appearing before a dignitary’s visit and disappearing two hours after he left. That’s another part to hate.
 
But then,  she got to hang around with cute kids like the one above and feel needed by them. And that’s where the loved it came in.
Posted on Thursday, March 6, 2008 at 09:40AM by Registered Commenterrebecca in | Comments3 Comments | EmailEmail | PrintPrint

Things She Loves

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Riding in the cruiser,

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a cool swim,

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and riding home again.

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 A long walk in the bush,

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her family,

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a long walk in the snow,

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and good friends. 

(Most photos by Andrew Stark) 

Posted on Thursday, February 28, 2008 at 10:04PM by Registered Commenterrebecca in , | Comments6 Comments | EmailEmail | PrintPrint

Goodbye, Farewell

Back in the olden days I listened to Larry Norman and once went to a Larry Norman concert. This video seems like an appropriate way to mark his passing.
 
Whatever else you might say about him, it’s pretty clear, I think, that he loved the Lord Jesus.
Posted on Monday, February 25, 2008 at 09:43AM by Registered Commenterrebecca in | Comments2 Comments | EmailEmail | PrintPrint

A Dog Story with a Happy Ending

I’m reposting an old post from a summer past as my contribution to tomorrow’s Dog Days collection. Sorry about that, but typing without an index finger that bends is a frustrating exercise.
Somewhere in those first few seconds of instinctive paddling, she discovered that she likes swimming. Maybe she loves swimming.
This week we discovered that our dog is a retriever. Of course, we knew when we bought her that her official title included the word, but she failed to live up to the promise of her name. She thought fetching was boring after a toss or two, but what she hated most of all was going into water any deeper than her knees.
 
Every summer before this, we’ve tried to coax her to swim with us. She knew it looked like fun and she wanted to be out there with the gang, so she’d make a half-hearted attempt to join us. But as soon as the water touched her belly, she’d turn around again and slink back to the shore. We tried gentle coaxing with sticks, throwing them out into the water for her to retrieve, but she was already an unenthusiastic fetcher, so she had no qualms about leaving a stick floating if fetching it required more than shallow wading.
 
Once the boys took turns carrying her out into deep water and letting her go. She was a strong and competent swimmer as long as the swimming was straight toward the shoreline. As soon as she reached the beach, she’d slink off to the bushes, crouching low, hoping to remain out of sight so she could avoid that happening again.
 
Friday night, the youngest son and I took her for a walk on the Miles Canyon trail. When we got to the little pool along the edge of the river that is good for swimming, my son tossed a stick just a few feet from the bank. I’m sure it looked like a simple enough fetch to the dog, so she jumped in willingly. What she didn’t know is that the bank drops off steeply in that place and there is no wading. Once you’re in, it’s swim or die.
 
Somewhere in those first few seconds of instinctive paddling, she discovered that she likes swimming. Maybe she loves swimming. Out she swam to the stick and then round and back to the bank. Again and again, round and round, eager for more when we grew tired.
 
 
Last night we took her with us to Long Lake. She ran down ahead to the beach and then out into the water to retrieve what she thought was a stick, but turned out to be the branch of a dead tree lying just under the surface of the water. The three of us tossed sticks for her until we all grew tired.
 
After we stopped tossing, she jumped in to swim out and greet some canoeists passing by. We had to call her back before she got close, since nothing makes paddlers more nervous than an enthusiastic dog swimming toward them.
 
Yes, after three summers coaxing, we suddenly have a retriever.
Posted on Thursday, February 14, 2008 at 09:28PM by Registered Commenterrebecca in , , | Comments3 Comments | EmailEmail | PrintPrint
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