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And so, we are in Calgary.
It has been a very grueling series of days. I feel as though everyone in Calgary must know
everything about me at this point, and I am certain Wendy is sick of my
voice. She's been quite a trooper, sitting through most every interview
with me. Wow, has it been good to have her along. The decision as
to whether this is the job for us or not would have been so hard to make if she
had stayed home. Is it the job for me? We'll have to wait and see,
I guess. More prayer is needed. Lots of it.
Today, we had a few hours off, and so we went to Banff. The necessary davidwendy photo
ensued:
But the town is very nice, if very small and touristy. There are
certainly beautiful buildings. This is an Anglican/Episcopalian church in
the heart of Banff.
The surrounding mountains are surprisingly rugged and beautiful. While we
were there, the mountains were mostly covered with clouds.
The mountain's beauty is surpassed:
As we drove out of Banff,
we had to climb up, out of the valley, which provided wonderful opportunities
to see the beauty of the valley. Seeing it like this makes it seem
obvious that people would have wanted to settle here. Never mind the 27
feet of snow annually.
A little further out is the CP Hotel, the Fairmont Banff Springs Hotel.
Not a bad looking place, if you're in to this sort of thing. There are
natural hot springs
here that people come from all over to soak in.
You know, it isn't a BAD looking place.
Pray for us, as we must pass through customs tomorrow. I am fully legal
to enter the country, and nothing at all is amiss, but with the Department of
Homeland Security, nothing is a certainty. I think I'm always just over
anxious when approaching the border, but pray, nonetheless.
thankyouandhaveaniceday.
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| Sunday morning Joel and I once again demonstrated our coolness. Check it out, biker chick included!
Actually that was a couple of weeks ago. This most
recent Sunday morning, upon finishing the service etc., I start up the bike
only to see what appeared to be both oil and gas pouring onto the cement under
the bike. I quickly surmised that was likely not a good sign, and so I
shut off the bike. Ultimately I ended up
soliciting Joel's help in loading the bike on the trailer and carting it home,
where it now resides in my garage.
Turns out the petcock bladder is torn. Sounds like a small problem, right? Alas, the part has not been made for 13
years, and the blokes at the motorcycle shop told me they can't help. And so, I went online, and once again EBay is
my saviour. I found new-old stock right
away. And for 8$.
Aren't they lovely?
Also on Sunday, Joel and I went golfing. I did not have a good trip out. In fact, it was downright miserable. I've decided it is Joel's fault, though I'm not sure why. He did it to me somehow, either with a dance to the golf gods, or perhaps he booby-trapped my golf-balls. In any case, I was entirely inconsistent and crummy. Such is life. It is almost like I don't practice, or I'm aging, or something. Almost.
To accentuate the poorness of my play, Joel was, of course, brilliant. Maybe that's overstating it, but here he stands, 50 yards off the green, after having just chipped his ball into the cup.
I haven't decided if I'm going to golf with him again. He clearly cheats.
Last week, Wendy and I did the last stage in our floor-refinish shtick: the quarter-round.
Now we just need to get some wood-putty of the right colour, and fill the nail holes, and we're good to go. The colours are not quite right, but try matching trim that has been up for 80 years. I'm hoping it will all fade nicely to match. Or not. I'm anxious to put this behind me now.
Friday we fly to Calgary for a job interview. I'm excited and apprehensive. Please pray for us. On the job front, I found out today from a friend that Goshen College hired someone 3 weeks ago, they just didn't tell any of their other candidates. At least I know for sure now. Very professional of them, no?
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| Wendy and I have a weakness: cute kitties.
For the last several months, there has been a kitty living outside our house. We are suckers - we know we cannot have a long haired cat in our house, but we could not let this cat starve. She was clearly a house cat at some point (declawed, fixed), and so thin it was alarming. However, we fed her back to health, and today someone took her for their home. How could you resist?
She really is a pretty cat.
And now she has a home. And not with us. I know it is possible that the kitty got out of someone's house, or was lost somehow. I'm more likely to believe that someone abandoned her. This should be punishable by flogging, or at least strong alienation.
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| A scan from Wendy's father. As Wendy described herself:
May I point out the curly perm (why???!!), the frosted lipstick, the
pink (egad!!!) turtleneck, and the (oh so coveted) 17th St Surf Shop
shirt. man, am I 80s!!! And the expression, wow. It reminds me of a
certain other teenage girl I know now....
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