Thanksgiving ZzZzZzZzZ*******

Thanksgiving in the States of America is a lot different that in Canada. It is almost bigger that Christmas!!!! We went to a friend of dads from work for Lupper, definition: mix of lunch and supper. We went home and went to another friend’s house to play games and stuff until 10:00 PM.

We got a Christmas tree!!!!! Now it smells so nice in here. It is about 5 feet tall and It makes me feel tall. We can’t put to many decorations on it or else it will fall down. He he.

The last four or five days I have been going to bed around 9:00 or 10:00……. That is why I put the zzzzzzzzs on the title.

A Sure Foundation

We are still in the process of finding a home to purchase (though we are enjoying the home we are renting). The other night we found a few we hadn’t seen so we went out to look at them with our realtor. She mentioned she had a listing appointment that morning, but they hadn’t decided if they were moving or not. The home, she thought, would be great for us. We decided to drive by and when we got there she had already called ahead to see if we could walk through.

It was a late, clear with the moon and stars shining, out on an acreage south of the city. The young couple with 2 small boys (ages 4 and 7) greeted us at the door and said they’d love to show us around. It was a beautiful home that they and their extended family had built 4 years ago, believing that they would be raising their two boys through their jr. and sr. high years. It was well planned and thoughtful in the choices they made as they looked toward their future. As I oohed and awed our way through their home, we finished at the front door where we heard the story…

The husband of the home had been offered a job in Austin and they were praying about taking it. They always thought they’d stay in Abilene with their parents, siblings and cousins surrounding them. The idea of moving was where God was stretching them in their desire to follow Him, and in the moving, leave people and a place they loved. Not only the family; their house.  For as they were pouring the concrete slab for their home, the extended family had written letters of blessing and hope for the young couple and their boys. Along with the letters, they placed a Bible somewhere within the foundation of their home.

Our realtor called today and said that they had taken the job and their house will be on the market the end of the week. I can’t help but want that house. What a history; what a joy it would be to build a life somewhere where the people put thought, muscle, purpose, prayer into its creation. I have respect for this family and the family that will be missing them as they go. I know God will bless their lives beyond the construction of walls and concrete. I guess this is where sentiment and symbols override my logic and wisdom :) We don’t need their property; I need to be reminded of faith and foundation.

We won’t be buying their home. It’s just a little to outside our financial comfort zone, but I am so thankful to have met them and spend a bit of time getting to know their heart.

“A wise man (and family) builds his house upon THE rock”.

Yanksgiving

Preston coined this term, and I thought it was a good one for us as “aliens”.

I moved the laptop to the kitchen counter so I could make sure the potatoes didn’t boil over while I was doing this. My family would remember the smell of boiled over potato water on the stove because of the many times it happened when I was in charge of cooking the potatoes for dinner. Alas, The Beverly Hillbillies were on at the same time and were quite the distraction: boiled over, then burned. Unfortunately, right before I started this post I was answering an email and, you guessed it, sputter and sizzle and now I’m just hoping I can skip the burned stage. I shall remain vigilant. By the way, who would have known that the Beverly Hillbillies would have been helpful to me 40 years later. It doesn’t even faze me when I hear “fixin’ to”. People from other states think they need to translate it for me.

This is my first American Thanksgiving spend in America. I’ve had many Canadian Thanksgivings, one even in America. I’ve had many American Thanksgivings in Canada. The Van Dines, who are American, would celebrate it along with another American family from our church in Edmonton and I always seemed to get tossed into the mix, much to my delight. This time we are in Abilene and looking forward to the week.

Dwayne gets the rest of the week off, so it feels like Sat. morn. He needed to run out and get a special part for the bike, so he called a shop to see how late they were open. You gotta love this place, “We’re playing it by ear”. The day before Thanksgiving is more of a travel day, so I guess the shop owners aren’t committing to hangin around if the business isn’t there. So, on their way to the skate park to bike, the gentlemen will be stopping in to see if the shop is open and get what they need.

We’ve been invited for dinner, along with our Dallas weekend visitor, Kara, to an ACU family’s home. The same family invited Dwayne for dinner when he was bachin’ it before we moved down and he said the 3 and 5 year old kids are so cute. Now, if Dwayne is saying they are cute, you gotta know they are. He’s not like me where any child will turn me to mush (I get that from my mom). Dwayne’s co worker and family moved from Wisconsin last Dec., not  even a year ago, so much of what they have been through, we are walking. The lady has already passed on a book that had been passed on to her called, After the Boxes Are Unpacked, by Susan Miller. The author moved 14 times at the writing of this book and has a ministry to other women who are experiencing the joys and changes of moving. It’s quite the encouragement to all the changes that we’ve experienced.

As a side note: not a crispy potato in the bunch. Now you know how long it takes to do these blogs; a big pot of cooked potatoes and longer. Yes, I saved the potato water for gravy, mom  and Baba :) I must take a break now to get the famous Janies Holiday Potatoes ready for the fridge, so excuse me. Thanks again to Janie for saving me from digging in the storage bin for my special recipe box for special recipes. I just went to the source.

All done, but the clean up. It’s 12:30 and I’ve done all I can today in my contribution to Thanksgiving dinner tomorrow.  Now it’s clean the apartment time to introduce Kara to our new digs. We are so excited to see her again. Sept was a long time ago. Last night Caleb prayed, “and keep Kara safe as she drives down…or sideways to see us”. Nice to know he’s aware of the geography of Texas.

I thought I had a lot more to say, but I’ve run out. To all our American family and friends, Happy Thanksgiving. To all our Canadian family and friends, Happy November 26th and we love you all.

Frying Pan Concert.

Last night we went to the Skillet concert…… All I can say is LOUD!!!!! Caleb already listed all the bands so I don’t need to do that. The music was amazing and it sounded really GREAT. They had a violinist and a celloist playing with them so it kinda had the classical sound but it was Rock Music.

SKILLET WAS LOUD

We went to the Skillet concert last night and it was loud. Even Levi was plunging his ears. I can’t think of anything to say other than IT WAS REALLY GOOD.–> here’s some pictures

this is before the consert started

This is before the consert started. We took my friend Mark too.

It started at 6.00 and ended at 10.oo. It took so long because Decyfer Down, The Letter Black, Hawk Nelson and Skillet were playing. The Letter Black did 4 songs. Decyfer Down played 5 songs. Hawk Nelson played7 songs and Skillet played 12 songs, so it took a long time. –> :-D . I don’t have a favorite because they were all so good.

Art Walk

Abilene has a once a month evening where the downtown shops, museum and galleries (I think there’s about 5) stay open, the musicians take a corner each and craftsmen set up tables to sell their creations. It’s called Art Walk and it’s quite a unique time. It reminds me of a mini Fringe on Whyte Ave in Edmonton. I took the boys once, and that was enough for them. I went alone last time and the sun goes down quite quickly now, so it was dark by the time I got down there. It was a nice sweater-wearing warm night.  The scene takes place within space of about 6 blocks, so it’s not a big thing. It brings a feeling of community and it’s amazing to see the talent. The sidewalks are crowded as people wander through the galleries, stop in for a coffee, sweets and the gift stores. A lady that had been at an art class earlier in the day that the boys and I went to stopped me just before I hopped in the car and wanted to chat; friendly type. She said that it’s a time when all the “different” people come out. It’s encouraging to see the younger folk doing one of the things they do best: bring energy, laughter and talent to the regular.

Anytime you come to visit, make sure you can include the 2nd Tues. of the month and we’ll hang out down there.

Learning

Dwayne and I went to a Sunday school class today where, for an icebreaker/getting to know time, we partnered up with someone we didn’t know, introduce ourselves, answer a question assigned to everyone, chat for a bit and then went around the room introducing our partner and give their answer to the question. Last Sunday’s question was, what are you thankful for? This Sunday it was, If you couldn’t have turkey or ham for the Thanksgiving meal, what would you replace them with? My answer was, if it was my boys it would be pizza, but I would choose lasagna. When the rounds made it back to Dwayne, his partner introduced him and said he would choose perogies. Everyone turned around and many said, “what, what are those?” Whewww, we are far from Alberta. Someone suggested they were Polish dumplings, like ravioli, “oh, dumplings”. Enough said. Dwayne told the boys and I later that he should have said it in Ukrainian and add all the other Ukrainian dishes. :)

No surprise that some of the other answers included beef, but most were Mexican. Guess it’s just another cultural thing. I had chicken and dumplings once here (never again) and trust me, they are totally different than perogies. The dumplings I grew up with were more like biscuits baked on top of a meat dish, so I was not prepared for soggy lumps of dough swimming in a sauce. Maybe I need some homemade sometime and give them another try.

Oh, one more thing. When the service was over, I saw a young man pick up a big ole white cowboy hat and put it back on his head as he made his way to his pickup. Sometimes Alberta is not so far away.