Monthly Archives: December 2010

Doctors, whatever. . .

I used to think doctors were brains but I’m beginning to suspect they really aren’t that bright, at least not the ones I talk to. It’s kind of like I’ll get better or I won’t. Whatever . . .

Just drawing, and drawing but something for Rachel, the girl who thought of the name for the pup I kept (Gus)  so I can’t show you till I send it to her. She should be the first to see it but this is the photo she sent me to work off. Pretty good looking horses they have down there in Texas.


Found a few of my favorite songs and thought I might just share them, if your interested. These are more mainstream western than what I usually listen too. I’m kind of partial to Ian Tyson, Ben Crane, and Eli Barsi, even Corb Lund (mostly because the kid’s Dad used to be our Vet years ago, funny how they grow up and be somebody, same with little Marty Becker, the calf roper) all Canadians. There is a genre of music that the ones that don’t hunt for it can’t enjoy. It’s the real cowboy stuff about cattle, good horses, family, the Creator, and the land.
****Sorry, had to take the playlist of songs out ’cause I couldn’t figure out how to shut it off and it was eating away at my gig allowance***
My cowboy did take me away into the wild blue. I often look out on the horizon and don’t see any buildings standing tall, and I am the only one around miles and miles except for him and his simple smile.
And you know, I thought my dad walked on water too.

A Day of Drawing

Not much going on , still not quite up to going church today but I am feeling better. Just enjoying my new pencils, doing some drawing. They take some getting used to, since I have never used them before.

I’ve been studying this picture I found for some time. It helps me understand the horses anatomy which helps me draw horses better.

Just something I found interesting.


A Good Day

Well that was a good day spent with family, helping grandson’s put together Bionicles, cooking, doing dishes, visiting. And 2 surprise phone calls, one from a cruise ship out on the ocean around Florida and one from Australia. It was so good to hear our girls’ voices. They were missed this year.

I know Christmas isn’t about presents but I’m so happy; I got a watercolour pencil set and special watercolour paper (all very expensive), something I’ve wanted to try for years. But I know how kids feel when they go to visit on Christmas day and have to leave their new toys behind. I hated leaving those new pencils.

Christmas Eve

So, here it is, the day of Christmas Eve. It is my favorite day of the season: tonight we celebrate the birth of Jesus Christ.

This morning I was thinking about being a shepherd.  Every Christmas for many years I was honored to be counted among the humble shepherds for 4 performances a night for 2 nights. Our small church had an outdoor Christmas pageant.

Yes, outdoors in Alberta in the winter. I was a rather fluffy shepherd with my snow suit and minus 60 below winter boots on under my shepherd’s costume. (But the beard was good to keep my face warm, if a bit itchy). What ever the weather, I wouldn’t have missed it for the world.

I was a Sunday School teacher and cub/blazer scout leader to the other ‘shepherds’ and they found it helped to have someone ‘ride herd’ on them. Not that they were bad kids at all, just little boys. I loved each one of them then and still do: Stanley, Danny, Michael, and Ricky.

There were real sheep, a real donkey for Mary to ride, a Lama for a camel that the wise men led. The stable was made of rough cut slabs, filled with fresh straw, and there was a small wooden manger.

There was an angel on the roof of the church bringing “glad tidings of great joy” to us shepherds and she was joined “by a multitude of the heavenly host praising God . . .” (The angels were often one or more of my own daughters).

We went “with haste” to the stable “and found Mary and Joseph, and the babe lying in the manger”. In my heart, I was really there that night so long ago, and when I kneeled and worshiped the Son of God born into the world I did it for real.

Some folks don’t believe in God, the Father; they don’t believe that the Christ child was His son. Maybe He lived they think, but only a great teacher, not born of a virgin, impossible, not resurrected.

But I am here to tell them all, pshaw. I know different. I know He was born just like that Christmas pageant story says, that He lived, died, was resurrected and lives today. I know when I pray He hears, answers, and loves me, in spite of my idiosyncracies, failures, or the mole on my face.

I have had Him lift my burdens of guilt and shame, comfort me when I thought my heart would break, bless me with wisdom when I asked for it, and allow me to learn the things I need to so that I can see His face someday and feel His warm embrace.

I guess it’s not just my favorite day of the holidays, it’s my favorite day of the whole year.

“I love thee Lord Jesus, and ask thee to stay, close by me forever, and love me I pray. Bless all the dear children in thy tender care, and fit us for heaven, to live with thee there.” (Away in a Manger, last verse)

May the Lord whose birth we celebrate this night bless you all, my friends.

Tired and Sick

Not much to say today, I’m just tired and sick and sick and tired of being tired and sick.


Not very often they are both red. ”

“Red in the morning, shepherds warning; red at night shepherds delight”

is was my dad taught me. Both were pretty today. I only had my camera for the sunrise. Sunset I was in the car driving home, having forgot to take it to the doctors with me. I think I am sick, the doctor looked worried (he never says much) and I have to go all the way back for some more tests tomorrow.

It was an odd drive home. Not far from the house I saw a coyote run across the road (really fast) in the dark and it looked like it was followed by a shooting star. And I thought someone was following us because of the light behind us. But it was my friend the moon in his full glory. But with clouds covering his usual smile.

I read a doctoral thesis one time that some one had done on Native American associations with colour. I learned lots but the one I thought of tonight was how they thought it was bad luck to have the full moon partly covered with clouds like tonight.


I’m just plain sick. I wish I was someone else today. I know I need to get out of here but I have no energy. All I want to do is lay down, go to sleep, and wake up in a better place.

I keep thinking of one of my favorite poems by Robert Frost (it has a horse in it):

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

The darkest evening of the year, probably means the night of the winter solstice which this year is in a couple of days, Dec. 21 at 6:38 pm EST. From that moment on the days start to get longer again.

Wikipedia says this: “. . .in the layouts of late Neolithic and Bronze Age archaeological sites such as Stonehenge in Britain and Newgrange in Ireland. The primary axes of both of these monuments seem to have been carefully aligned on a sight-line pointing to the winter solstice sunrise (New Grange) and the winter solstice sunset (Stonehenge).”

I’m pretty sure some of the stones (bluestones) for Stonehenge were quarried in Wales and brought to the site heaven only knows how.

Ok that was all ramblings of an unfocused mind, the real point is: “I have miles to go before I sleep.”


It might be cold but that face always melts my heart.

I’m sorry but I have the cutest pup.

I was out when the horse came up for water.

That would be Yoda

peeking through the fence

He’s always willing to come up for a pet.

No this is not a moose

but I do think Yoda is wondering where his girl is and wishing for a treat.

He looks good though and has no trouble keeping up with the herd.

Diesel is always friendly too.

I like this colt, he’s just sweet.

And Aussie

GW is always glad when his real friends come to visit. This calf, he’s not so sure (those boards were chewed like that when we moved here).

I think everyone is a little bored, not much excitement around here in the winter.



My family in Wales just sent me this picture. I gasped when I saw it. That is my Dad’s favorite little sister that was very young when he immigrated. But it was the scene behind her that took my breath away, that green.

It reminds me of when I was young woman. There was a wool coat in a store, (a Yolanda original) that was that exact colour of green (not a colour ones sees a lot of where I live). It was much too expensive for a struggling student but a friend of mine worked at the store and I asked her to tell me if it went on sale. I went back often for almost a whole year to look at that coat, try it on again, and wish. It did eventually go on sale and when they cut the price in half I promptly bought it, wore it and loved it for years.

Then later, when we worked at a ranch, we lived down by a creek surrounded by hills and because it was an unusually wet year, they were the same colour of green. One day while I was walking with our collies in the rain; looking up at those hills I was overcome by a feeling, like nostalgia.

I think I have always been homesick for a place I have never even been to, hadn’t even seen in pictures, someplace green.