What a Week

This week has gone by in a blur of both the expected and unexpected, with a healthy measure of good things and a dose of not-so-good. I’m kinda glad it’s over.

I had a coffee visit with a woman who, as a teenager, lived with my birth sister’s family for a few years here in Moose Jaw. There are so many threads to this story. Suffice it to say, we had a lovely visit and figured out later that Gerry and her husband had already met at Pickleball at the T. Eaton Seniors Center. We’ll get together again, with our husbands next time.

Gerry and I went out for lunch to celebrate our 24th wedding anniversary. Fashioned after an authentic old-world Scottish tavern, I’ve heard nothing but great things about Bobby’s Place. It’s right next door to the church we attend, so it was at the forefront of my mind when we were thinking about where to go. It’s an unassuming place on the outside—we weren’t even sure it was open when we arrived—but we walked in to find it full of people enjoying the food and the atmosphere. Gerry and I both ordered fish and chips, and they didn’t disappoint.

Midweek, a hiking friend of Gerry’s from Kamloops stopped by for a visit. That’s the good news. The not-so-good news was that Makiya did a face plant off a bike at lunchtime which resulted in me driving to Caronport to pick her up and take her to the orthodontist where they removed her braces. She was scheduled to have them removed in a couple of weeks, but they came loose in the fall, so they came off unexpectedly early. Poor Makiya was battered and bruised and not looking like a teenager wants to look two days before her Grade 8 graduation photos (which were thankfully postponed at the last minute). Another visit to the orthodontist was required yesterday for retainers and I’ll be back there early next week to pick up a spare retainer that they didn’t have ready yet.

In other news from the week, we met via Zoom with our financial advisor for an annual review. Our 15-year-old Yorkie, Maya, has not been her usual self. City workers have started tending to the pothole obstacle course we navigate every day. I saw a street sweeper working on High Street. I watched a robin on our back fence—also a squirrel, but not at the same time. Kane, the Survivor contestant who’s from Moose Jaw, got voted out. I have done no writing.

The week has been a blur of driving and unexpected things. I realized last evening that I’m really, really tired. This post probably reflects that, and I’m not going to go back to tweak and tidy things up as I normally do. This is one of those “just enough” posts. I trust you’ll grant me some grace.

We went out early this morning to look for raised garden beds. Gerry suggested we stop at the Maple Leaf Bakery first. He went in with strict instructions to buy NO MORE THAN TWO THINGS and returned with a couple of fresh danishes. We drove a short way to find a quiet place on the prairie to eat them and getting that prairie fix (not to mention the sugar fix) might have been the best part of this day.

Afterward, we found what we were looking for at Canadian Tire. Gerry power-washed the back decks, and after church tomorrow, we’ll do some outdoor work to get ready for garden season. And maybe take a nap.



I’m a writer, reader, and creative. I thought by now I’d have things figured out, but I keep coming up with more questions. I think that’s okay. I’m here most mornings pondering ordinary things and the thin places where faith intersects.

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