Sunday, April 19, 2020

Quarantining it up

Since my last post, the whole world has been turned upside down.  

At the beginning of February, I had to spend a week in the Foothills hospital.  I had a lot of time to watch TV and I watched as the same story played out on every channel.  A novel virus, dubbed Covid-19, was ravaging Wuhan China.   A cruise ship was being quarantined because of illness onboard, and the worry was that this virus could spread.

Weeks later the spread of this virus was officially dubbed a Pandemic.

Days later and we were shocked to learn how quickly things can change:

* Schools were canceled for the rest of the school year.  
* 90% of the public school support Staff in the province were laid off.  
* Group gatherings over 200 were banned.  Then 50.  Now 15.
* Toilet Paper, Hand Sanitizer, and masks were impossible to find.  Now so is yeast, flour, and depending on the day you go shopping - anything else!
* All Non-essential businesses have had to close their doors. 
*National Parks, playgrounds and public spaces are closed.
* Gas prices have plummeted causing a guaranteed long-lasting recession in our province. 
* The internet is ablaze with terrifying stories about this virus and the damage it has done to cities and families.  
* There are rumors of government scandal, of plots for forced vaccinations, and fearmongering for political and social gain.  
* Oh and several states in the US have been experiencing earthquakes, some of which could be felt from all the way up here!

I'm pretty sure I am scared right now, though the degree of it fluctuates.  

For the most part, we really are hunkered down here.   

Some of the moments we've enjoyed while quarentining:

John has moved his classroom home.  Since High School classes are now being taught online, John has created a pretty good set up in our music room.  Every morning he goes to work and shuts the door, reappearing 7 hours later.   I will say, he seems much busier now and there is no doubt that this transition has been a challenging one for him, and all teachers.  



I've been far less productive.  Confined to a recliner for weeks, the kids would come to me for help with their Math or English, but really, far less productive than John;)


Abby combats her housebound status by crafting it up.  So far she has painted her closet doors, her art box, she's working on painting a deck of cards and has plans to paint a sweatshirt with bleach.  She's also turned to the piano more lately, downloading music and learning new scores.  



As a family we have taken up Poker.  
Most evenings end with a few rounds.  Jessica specializes in Straights.  Nate is the one who goes "all in" without ever glancing at his cards, and I'll proudly admit - I've pulled off a few good wins myself.


My other three kids have "productive moments" but have definitely adjusted to the downtime without any real complaints.  ;)

The picture above largely promoted this one.  
One month into isolated living and I'm finally figuring out we all need a bit of schedule in our lives.  


Oh and the kids have discovered that online shopping is another way to kill time.  
Purchases so far have included books,  Guitar Straps, hooks for guitars to hang on, a capo, dice for a D&D obsession, and most recently... matching and reversible bucket hats, because apparently, you can't pass up a saluting duck. 

Nate has sure made me laugh. 
He's built many forts over the past month - also of them smartly stocked with a supply of toilet paper, soap, snacks and whatever else he can find.  Truly - the exterior and shape of the fort looks different every time, but he's never without the necessities.  


During one of my more fear-filled moments, I made these facemasks with bandanas, elastics and coffee filters.  You know, just in case the kids are ever allowed to leave the house.
 Sam says he will never wear his.
I don't know why.


Church and all things related to church has been canceled for almost 6 weeks already.  
John works hard to make sure that we treat our home church with reverence and I have so enjoyed this hour-hour and a half each week.  

Grandpa has been joining us each week, which has made it extra special!
A few family members give talks and then someone teaches Sunday School afterward.  

Really kinda loving it.




Lately we've been able to go for Sunday afternoon strolls, something I am unbelievably grateful.  
It feels so good to walk, breathe fresh air and feel a bit of sunshine after a long and arduous winter. 


Jess and I have been watching a little Robin that has taken up residence in (or near) our back yard.  
What a sweet sign of spring!


Often, when I sit and think about how much things have changed in the past month or so I feel a nervous frustration and then I remind myself that we are not "stuck at home, we are safe at home."

I am so grateful for the reality that we are well.
We have time together and we have what we need. 

Saturday, March 7, 2020

Frozen in March

For the past few months, Jessica has been a part of her Junior High School Drama club.   They have been preparing a musical production of "Frozen" and can I just say - it was adorable!

For months I have listened to Jessica lament about how embarrassing it was going to be, how she was going to have to hold a boys hand (what Queen wouldn't hold a King's hand?), how she had to sing a solo and learn hard dance moves, and how few of her friends were in it and it was going to be so awkward, and humiliating and she just didn't want to do it....

It.was.adorable.

Jessica filled a few roles.  She played the part of the Queen (Elsa and Anna's mother) as well as participated as a member of the Summer Chorus, Snow Chorus, and Castle Staff.  

She had lots of costume changes, danced her parts beautifully and summoned the hidden folk by song,  in the sweetest way possible!

She was a doll!

Is there anything better than watching your kid grow and stretch right before you very eyes?
I think not.










What matters most of all...

It was February 16th when I got a call from my Aunt Karen, notifying me that Uncle George had passed away in the early hours of the morning.   As I laid there for the rest of the morning, my heart sank to think of this incredible giant of a man, who was no longer with his family.  

He had suffered with Pancreatic cancer for a short six months and did so with more class and grace then imaginable.  He was a remarkable man.   A legend to so many.  To John, he was a former church leader, family friend, and even boss/mentor.   To me - he was a special link, a connection to my Mom's family that became more important to me with each passing year.   (My Mom was actually born on George's 1st birthday, which caused my Grandparents to name her Georgia Ellen.   Isn't that cute?)  Every time I was around George, I felt closer to my Mom.

He was a quiet man, who NEVER sought attention.  In fact, he shunned it.  Despite that though, when conditions were right, you could talk with George and learn the most interesting things.  He knew more about animals, rocks, land formations, birds, and the gospel than he ever let on, but learning from him was always a treat.   He was truly a fascination.  

I miss knowing that he is here, and I feel so sad for my darling Aunt Karen.

By the end of the week, many of my Toone relatives had made the trip up to Canada to celebrate his life.  In fact, there was only one cousin who could not come.   That is really kinda cool.   

On Friday, my siblings and I worked together to feed a meal to all of our relatives.  We ate, visited and got to know each other's kids.  

All of our kids (all great-grandkids of Leo and Afton Toone who were old enough) gathered together and went to the temple.  I couldn't accompany them, but some of my cousins went and it sounds like it was an incredible time together.

We gathered together to see Uncle George one last time.

Attended his lovely funeral service and tried to support his wife and kids.

On the last night together we gathered at the High School and watched old 8mm films of my Grandparents and their four kids.   Out of that family of 6, only one member (my Uncle Jim) remains.   It was a little sobering to observe him as he watched this footage of his family.  
I loved it because I saw footage of my mom that I had never seen before!  
I got to watch her as a child, getting pushed on the swings, blowing out candles on her and George's cakes, and excitedly riding in a motorboat in Waterton.  I couldn't take my eyes off of her. 


It was a special weekend.   


It was the type of weekend that had me feeling grateful for my Beazer/Toone heritage.   
I sometimes feel prone to curse the genetic dispositions that I have inherited, but there is more to be honored and privileged about than I could ever convey.

I should add that my brother Chad and his wife stayed with us for a couple of nights during this weekend and my kids had the FUNNEST time with them.   John and I went to bed one night near midnight and these rowdy 12 were just getting started with a card game.   It made my heart happy. 
 I felt incredibly grateful for the role my brother plays in my family and how I feel closer to my parents (particularly my Dad) when around him.  So, I guess I was feeling a little grateful for my Rausch heritage as well.  

Shortly after my Uncle George had returned home from his unuseful surgery I went over to his house for a visit.  It was the kind of visit where my heart felt heavy going, but by the time I left I had been so lifted an elevated, I wouldn't have been shocked at all had I seen angels surrounding Uncle George.  I suspect they were.   At one point in the conversation though, he stopped and turned to me and bore testimony that family really is the ONLY thing that matters.  We can spend our whole life worrying about money, or work, or owning things, but it all means nothing.  

Just Familly.

Kickin' it at the Powder Keg

We've spent the winter watching the weather (and our schedules) and hoping for a day when the kids could go skiing. Finally, in mid-February, thanks to a week off of school and a fresh dump of snow - that perfect day arrived.  

I wasn't able to accompany the family as I was recovering from a surgery I'd had a week or two prior, so it was with a lot of trepidation that I watched them all pull out of the driveway at 7:00 am.  John had done some research and was determined to try a new to us ski hill that he'd heard about.  It's called "Pass Powder Keg" and boasted a smaller hill and cheaper prices.   For a once a year family like ours, we felt optimistic that this hill would have something for all ranges of ability.  

By all accounts, it was a perfect day.  
Sam found challenging runs to play on and made a connection with a transient, homeless hippie.
 Jessica and Abby stuck together doing what they do best, which is skiing, mingled with some moments of tranquility on benches or laying in the snow staring up at the sky. 
 John stayed with Nate teaching him the ways of the tow rope.

The arrived back at home that evening full of excitement and stories of the day.



We've all vowed that next year we will definitely be going more than once!


The tender amidst the tough

February 2020 will forever be remembered as one of the hardest months (ready for this?) of my life!

It's true.  It was hard, painful, heartbreaking and disappointing.  
But like most challenging times - it wasn't without its tender moments:

Jessica officially became a teenager.   
Poor girl's special day came amidst a few arduous weeks, but Grandpa intuitively showed up for dinner with a cake in hand.  He said he knew I likely wouldn't be able to bake a cake for her so he thought he'd provide it.  (That man!). Jessica had no complaints about her lackluster day and in true Jessica fashion, she was happy with everyone and everything.  She loved her cake from Grandpa and loved the many last-minute "coupon" type gifts she was presented with.   I gifted her with an online shopping spree, and let me just say, we may have created a monster.   She is hooked!  
Like any typical teenager, she can spend a whole wackload of her parent's money lickety-split!

I did take her on our annual birthday lunch in Waterton and I'm glad I was able to.  Our February date to our favorite place is truly a highlight of each year for me!


Close on Jessica's heals, just a couple of weeks later - we celebrate Abby!
I marveled the night before her birthday that John and I have been parents now for 17 years and that he and I really should go out on March 4th to celebrate!   (Not that Abby's birthday is about us or anything;).  I managed to actually make a cake for Abby.  It was a two-layer chocolate oreo cake that was super sweet but I think I deserve points for effort.   We gifted Abby with her favorite treats, a gift card to Thrift Books and a future date with Mom to soak in a Sensory Deprivation Float Tank. 
 John thinks it is the dumbest thing ever, but Abby and I have been wanting to try it for months.  
Can't wait to go with her!


Sam.  What can I say. 
No kid worries me, stresses me out, keeps me awake at night, or causes as many intense conversations with John as we evaluate our parenting capacities - as Sam.  This kid has put us through our paces (think missed curfews, too many parties with friends, and even a skipped class or two) yet he manages to do so with such a flare that it is hard to really feel anything but absolute adoration for him.   We received a note from one of his teachers this week.   It said, "Sam is delightful.  Delightfully disorganized, but delightful.   You should have more kids."  To Sam's credit - he has been remarkably attentive to my own comfort level this month.  He has stepped in to help with laundry, has taken me on drives out to Beazer to look for eagles, and even accompanied me to Calgary taking on ALL the driving himself.   Underneath this cool-guy-teenage exterior is a real gentleman and a loyal friend.  

Nate is hilarious.  He's managed to find a few moments this month to show me some of his favorite cartoons on TV.  Gravity Falls and Finius and Ferb are two of his favorites.  Despite the fact that watching those shows makes me want to claw my eyes out, I've LOVED watching Nate get a kick out of the silliest things.   He finished another round of CHAMPS and really has improved in many areas of Basketball.  At the end of each Champs session, the kids are awarded a sugar glazed donut and it is no secret - this is the real reason Nate has a love for the game.   Nate has been calling me every day at lunchtime this month to "check-in."   Sometimes he will just see how I'm doing.  Other times he will share a joke, or lament about how bored he is and how school is sucking the life out of him.   Occasionally he'll turn the phone over to a classmate and that always makes for an interesting chat.   I seriously LOVE the way this kid works.


February also brought us a puzzle table (we may never stop doing puzzles now!),  Nate's magnet set (a Christmas gift that didn't arrive in time), and some of the most beautiful sunset and sunrises of the year!


When I look back on moments like these - February doesn't seem so bad.
Not bad at all.


Sam the baller

As I type this, Sam is in Medicine Hat participating in his last Basketball tournament of the season.
For the second half of the season, I've hardly been able to watch him play, but I have so looked forward to the moments when he would come home and tell me all about the game. 

Sometimes he would come home bummed because Coach hardly played him at all.  
Other times he would come home elated about how things went and how he did.  

We've spent a lot of time talking about this spot.
We've talked about the importance of playing for the team, of refraining from criticizing the refs, of respecting coaches, of not diving headfirst into hotel pools and not getting discouraged or "checking out" even though baseball season is just around the corner...



Lots and lots of conversation between John, Sam and I. 
 And most of it...was never really about basketball.

Saturday, February 22, 2020

1st week of a New Decade

The first week of the New Year is one of my favorite weeks!

The hustle and bustle of Christmas baking and gift-giving is done.
The feasting is done.
Hosting is done. 

The only thing that isn't done is our break from school.  
We always have one more glorious week to just be together.  

This first week of 2020 consisted of:
* Skating on our favorite part of Lee Creek
* Ice fishing 
* Dipping Chocolates with friends
* Long walks 
* Card games
* Late night movies
and of course...
our annual Hobbit Marathon

I feel content.










Wednesday, February 19, 2020

New Years Eve

Christmas crackers, our annual New year's Tree, reading and writing predictions, board games with Grandpa, and sparklers at midnight.  

That is how we like to usher in a New year. 






Wednesday, January 1, 2020

18 years




Boxing Day Ice Fishing

One of the gifts I gave John this year was an Ice fishing tent.   A few years back I gifted John and Sam with ice fishing rods and an auger.  Though they'd tried ice fishing a few times, the windy winter days have made it a challenge to really enjoy this activity as much as I thought they would.  

This year, I found a great deal on a 4 man tent and it has made ALL the difference.  

John could hardly wait to put it to the test and so on Boxing Day (which happened to be a cooooold day) we all joined him out on Payne Lake.  

Some of the kids skated, while others sought refuge inside the tent.  
It was a bit unnerving to be walking on top of that lake and it took me a bit of time to really relax and feel safe.   It was cool to look down the hole that John dug and be able to see into the lake in a way we'd never been able to before. 


I was impressed at how warm it actually was inside the tent and I'm confident that there is now no end to John's fishing season.  

I can't say that the whole family loves ice fishing, but John and Sam are definitely hooked!


Christmas Day

Highlights from this year's Christmas Day:

* Everyone was delighted with the gifts they got (phew!)
* Grandpa joined us
* Ammon and Kristin's gift of Japanese goodies
* Traditional breakfast pizza
* Our annual Christmas Day drive to Waterton
* Wrapping paper, apple cider, pillows and blankets
* Relaxing 
* Board games
* Seafood Chowder and Baked Brie




My heart is full!

Our traditional Christmas Eve

We are a family with deep-rooted preferences as to how certain days unfold. 
For example, every Christmas Eve we go on a family walk together down to the creek.  We do this often walk down to the creek, but we definitely make sure to do so on Christmas Eve.  Somewhere, at some point, we decided that this was something we had to do on Christmas Eve or else it wouldn't really feel like Christmas Eve.   


The kids and I spend the afternoon baking and prepping the house, while Dad and Grandpa make a trip into Lethbridge to pick up everything needed for our Christmas Eve feast.  
By the time they come home we have everything set up and ready.

Every Christmas eve we eat the same thing:
French onion soup
Steak and Mushroom sauce
Potatoe wedges
Salad
Scallops
Shrimp
Lobster
and 
Mussels!

This year we finished it all off with Strawberry shortcake because that is what Grandpa said he'd love to have.  It is an absolute feast!

I really love that my kids all eat seafood.  I'm not sure it could feel like Christmas Eve without it!;)

The kids always exchange names each year and get gifts for each other, which we always open up on Christmas Eve.   Some of my kids have their own jobs, which meant they spoiled their siblings a little more than in years past.   Sam got Jessica a doggy dish full of treats, Abby got Sam fancy socks from Atkins, Jessica took all of the stories that Nate has written lately and compiled them into a book with illustrations and all, and Abby painted pictures for both John and I. 


We opened up our Christmas shirts, which were M*A*S*H shirts this year.  It was a hit!!! (I don't do jammies, but rather gift them all with a shirt that depicts something we've experienced or shared in as a family that year.  Seeing as we all watched 11 seasons of MASH together in four months, it just made sense.) Once we'd all changed into our jammies, we read about Christ's birth, watched Polar Express, set out milk and snacks for Santa and settled into makeshift beds set up around the downstairs Christmas tree.

John and I stay up just long enough to set out the gifts and barricade the hallway with wrapping paper before falling into bed ourselves, happy and content and filled with gratitude for another special (albeit predictable) Christmas Eve.    We wouldn't have it any other way!



Merry Christmas!!!!