Vitamin T

I woke up this morning to find Russ sitting on the edge of the bed, fully dressed, watching TV. It was still dark. He brought me a coffee. I could read the signs. This guy was carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders. All he really said about it was, “its hard to sleep when the wind is howling.” I agree, I think it takes some strategies. One of mine is logic. I relaxed a bit when after our coffee I looked at my phone and realized that despite the horrific howling wind the wind chill was still above -50. I had thought it might be close to -60. I scanned my brain for all previous experiences where our cows suffer due to weather. I knew that they would be okay. They have lived this -46 before and when out of the wind its only -29 and that is totally in their skill set to live within. Logic. 

A little later I told Russ, “I want to put up a blog today that just has something fun and encouraging in it, amid these conditions, but I can’t think of anything.” A little later a few things rumbled to the surface. A few things from yesterday that I am thankful for. There are lots of words that start with T that reflect things that are good for us and our relationships, like time, treats, touch, travel and teamwork, I have been known to call these Vitamin T. Today I am adding the word thankfulness to that. 

I am thankful that yesterday morning when Morgan left for work and found that the truck he had plugged in wouldn’t start he had what seemed like a miracle happen. On his way back to the house he stopped at my Bronco and tried it. It started. It wasn’t plugged in and it was parked outside. He popped back in the house and asked for permission to take it. I said “yes, on one condition, you stop at Grandma Shirley’s and pick up the cake she made us.” ”I will on the way home,” Morgan replied. That was good to have clarified as it was only 7:15am or so. Morgan got to work and later returned with a carrot cake with cream cheese icing, Shirley had made it for Russ and I to celebrate our anniversary. Lots to be thankful for there.

Russ called in the late morning and asked if lunch would be thrown off if he and Ron just kept working til they were done chores and then came in for lunch, all done what they absolutely had to do. This meant a late lunch that coincided with Morgan’s return from work and time in the afternoon to relax together. Our TV is not in our living room. Its in our bedroom. We have a king sized bed, in the olden days with some strategy is was possible for all five of us and a couple pets to fit on it, it easily holds three three of us now watching TV, and still the pets too. I had quite a bit of energy yesterday and was not interested in TV time for the longest while, I am working on some organizing. When I did join the guys they were watching a DVD series called “Justified.” When the time is right to watch it together one of them will say to the other, “Let’s go to Kentucky.” Its their code, their bro language, and it refers to the place where the show is set. Anyways. Russ and Morg went to Kentucky and I later joined them. At that point I didn’t really want TV I just wanted to rest a bit with my guys. So, Russ got up and let me in, I lay in the middle of the bed, with Morg on one side, Russ on the other. I put my earbuds in, closed my eyes and started a podcast I had been wanting to try, it was a meditation for rest. It was a slightly hilarious scenario and I knew that as it was unfolding. As I was guided to take deep breaths and exhale strategically, which might seem a bit woo woo to some, the tight mood of “Justified” was in the background, Russell’s hand was occasionally straying under the cover of the blankets for a quick feel up and Morgan’s cuddle with Coffee Dog was not without some restlessness. This meant that as I was guided to relax I frequently had a part of a dog landing on me. It was my choice to be there and so I just took it all in stride. In truth, as I lay there, I knew, these are the best moments and I need to savor this. I did relax and eventually was recharged and left to make supper. I would be a fool not to be thankful for the warmth of those moments.

Part way through my supper efforts Jill called. I visited with her until supper was ready, then said, “Jill we either have to hang up or you need to come join us at supper.” She opted to join in, we made it a video call and set her at the table so that she could see us and we had a bit of a family dinner. She ate her dinner in Regina while we ate at the ranch. Then she kept us company while we did after supper clean up. Technology sure helps to keep us in close contact. I am thankful for that. 

If you want to have a look at what action here looks like this on this snowy morning this 43 second video gives a glimpse. Russ was getting extra feed into the corral to accommodate cows looking for extra shelter. The corral is now quite full of cows that moved in from the shelter up north.

I hope that whatever your day holds you have time and opportunity for Vitamin T, whether its time together with pets or loved ones, treats, travel (maybe a youtube travel video?), touch, teamwork or thankfulness. Vitamin T is good for generating warmth. 

Sentimental, Snassy and Super-thankful!

Thursday evening Russ got a message.  It was from a woman sitting in the front row in the theatre at the Canadian College of Performing Arts. She was awaiting the start of “Love and Information” on its opening night. Meanwhile our girl Gina was backstage, ready and waiting for her cue to enter. The message sent was a picture of a foot nearing the stage and just two words, “front seat”.    At intermission we received an asssessment of the first half.   The woman is Tammy Shaw, she was raised in the same small town near here that Gina called home for the first 3 months of her life. Tammy lives in Victoria and has been generous and kind towards Gina, very mindful of the connections we share.   The connection is pretty solid.  When I pulled into Gainsborough, Saskatchewan on June 28th, 1999 as the brand new minister who had never met a soul out here, my assignment was to go to Tammy’s Mom’s insurance business, meet Cheryl-Anne and get the keys to my new home, the United Church manse.   Cheryl-Anne gave a wonderful warm welcome, I could not have imagined then that her daughter and my daughter would be sharing the moments they did this past weekend. 

This picture is part of the first scene that Gina was in, that is Gina on the left side.  It was a scene where she needed to make eye contact with an audience member.   It was Tammy who was in the right spot to be that person.  That really pleased Gina and she made sure to tell us about this. 

Photo Credit: Peter Pokorny

When the show was over Tammy and her daughter waited to talk with Gina and they presented her with flowers.   This impressed me so much, it was just so thoughtful. 

The thing is that Russell and I had planned to be in Victoria and to attend the show.  We thought we had a window where we could make it happen.  Covid and cold weather conspired against us.   I am beyond thrilled that on opening night Gina had fans in the crowd.  We made sure to be in touch with Tammy afterwards so that she could know how much her support meant to us.  Tammy relayed that she wasn’t doing a big thing, because for her it was a connection to home, and she needed that too.  So Tammy, this next picture is for you.  This is young Gina, on the back step at the manse in Gainsborough, taking in the summer sun from that particular corner of the world.  You know all about it.

The next night Gina had a triple whammy of support.  Her Aunt Janet and Uncle Ray were watching the livestream in Vancouver, we were watching the livestream with the Connelly’s, and in person in the theatre were Miles and Shelley Vass.  They are friends we worship with here in Carnduff and our connections of friend, family, and ranching go way back.  Shelley’s Dad Jack was the first person I told in the church community about dating Russell.  I remember saying to him, “Jack, I have something to tell you, (he was a member of the Ministry & Personnell Committee) I have been spending time with Russell Bayliss, it maybe doesn’t make sense but…..” he cut me off, “it makes perfect sense to me!”  I needed to hear that.  Jack was among my circle of support for the rest of his years. 

It was great to hear from Shelley after the show that they had loved it and were so glad they were there.   She reported back “we had a hug and a chat with your star!”  Oh that does a Mama good to think about her girl getting that warmth and adoration from home.   Shelley sent this picture of the program.

Saturday evening, closing night, my sister Margie and her family were watching from their home just outside of Saskatoon.  I know that Gina was encouraged by the simple knowledge that people are with her in this big journey she is on. 

My appreciation for the support that Gina received is the reason “super-thankful” appears in the title of this blog.   It really is the heart of this blog entry. I want to celebrate that the ties that connect us to each other are so life-giving. Especially in these times of increased isolation I feel like we should take note every time they show up and reveal to us the importance they really do carry.  The ties that connect us are maybe the binding that allows us to keep well amid very trying or new or discouraging or big developments. They are the ties that bind. They are the ties that keep us from becoming frayed. They are sometimes not obvious until they are. I am thankful, so thankful for them.

There are other words in the blog title……..sentimental being one of them.  Gina and I had a pretty big visit on the phone this weekend, I was puttering and talking, putting away Christmas decor (not the tree, Jill wants that up til April at least…..), but shelf ornaments were getting wrapped and boxed.  Long ago I started keeping some of the favorite clothes of the kids’ childhood to use as protective wrap for our special Christmas things.  As Gina and I reviewed the highs and lows of the show experiences I was pulling these very small and very memorable clothes from a box and getting the job done.  I broke into the conversation, “oh Gina, I just pulled your striped pants out, you know I have a memory of a picture of you wearing these pants and looking in that full length mirror that was in the hallway.  You were really checking yourself out, getting very aware of your own physicality.  I don’t think I could have imagined this moment now back then.”  It was a really poignant moment in the conversation for me.  As I handled those old pants, remembering the little girl who once wore them it felt like a celebration of growth and giftedness.  I couldn’t find that picture but I found this one.  These are the striped pants that will protect my favorite nativity figurine all year long.

As I looked for the striped pants picture I had in mind I came across a few other noteable ones.  When Gina was 2 we took her and baby Jill to see Sesame Street Live.  This picture represents her first encounter with a stage.  The shirt she is wearing here is one of our favorites from the olden days.  It has a story that goes with it, we call it her “troubles Daddy!” shirt.  Last week the cat wore it. 

These favorite clothes today.

Sometimes I enjoy puzzling over how things come to be.  I do that alot actually.  I was struck looking at pictures today, of how at a very young age Gina was surrounded by somewhat unusual action.  Here at the age of almost 4 months she finds herself in the midst of lunch on a horse chase.  I wonder what went through her head as Blaine peeked at her with that big horse looming so near.

These horses were milling in the ditch beside her. What leads a country girl to have strength and fearlessness on stage? Do moments like these contribute? I don’t know but its interesting to think about.

Pictures of livestock help to transition to the last word in the title of the blog……snassy. This also is a pivot from dwelling on Gina’s experiences and turns us to Morgan for a bit of humor. Morgan loves to use the word “sassy” and he pronounces it with zest. In itself it is not a funny word really, but the way Morgan brings it into use it just has a humorous tone to it, all the time. Well on Saturday we took advantage of mild temperatures and being home and we got a big job done. With the help of Laurie and Dawson we put our heifers and late calves through the chute and gave them a treatment to prevent parasites and skin bugs. It was an all afternoon job and held both monotony and rodeo type excitement at times. At one point I looked at Morgan and noted that it seemed he was wearing his good jeans. I hassled him about this. He assured me these looked like good jeans but in fact had very inconvenient “air conditioning” (a bad and not stylish hole). Then it was his turn to hassle me, he told me I was being snippy, I said, “yeah especially because it seems I am wearing my good jeans!” “Well Mom!” Morgan said, “you are being snippy and sassy!” And there and then in the midst of that monotonous work a new word was born, “snassy” and it gave us something to smile about then and since.

Morgan at his station, bringing the calves up the alleyway to get them to the chute for their treatments.

This was a long blog. If you got this far, thank you for your endurance. I just couldn’t leave any part out. I think for me being sentimental is one of the ways I nourish the ties that exist between me and the people and things of the past. I seem to need that. Expressing gratitude is how I nurture the ties that bind in the current moment. Its a big part of my faith. When people say thank you to me I notice it, I feel it, I know it has nourishing power. I try to offer it back as much as possible. I could do better with that though. And how could I leave out snassy? If we didn’t get to celebrate humor I am not sure we could carry on around here.

Super thankful, sentimental and snassy……..thats me.

P.S. The new characters on the blog tonight gave their permission to me to use their names here.