Hazards of Matchmaking

Dangerously cute newborns


Baby Hannah

Progress

Things are changing. Time at work is ticking down. 21 days to go. 21 days to train another to take my job. 8 busy clinic days. I've applied for a permanent position at Cancer Care - halftime. I won't be doing this full time work with a kid at home. No way. Heck, I'm a nurse. I can get a job anywhere at the snap of my fingers. I'm not worried leaving on maternity leave with a term that will expire.

I can feel time moving. I suppose this is what they call "nesting". This weekend the baby room got painted. Pictures to be posted. It's still a work in progress. We still have a bit of time. Just over 6 weeks, but I want things to be ready before that. Just in case. So says the one who didn't think she'd even bother setting up a room for the baby for a long time. A playpen should be good enough in the beginning. So she said.

This weekend my good friends had their first baby. I'm constantly amazed and can't wait to see pictures of the wee one. Ottawa seems so far away. I've never known my friends as parents before.

Funny thing is, we're next in line! And it starts to feel close...

No Time to Blog

I have clearly had other priorities....

Chocolate Peach Charlotte

Chocolate Raspberry Torte

A-Tract-Ed

Last week we told another woman that there is nothing more that can be done. Cancer will kill her. We signed her up for palliative care. Yet another. I went back into the room after the doctor spoke with the woman and her son to help them organize the wheelchair, oxygen tank, and other accessories.

Her son reached into his pocket and stated "I'm going to give you this. It's not a ticket to heaven, but it will tell you how to get there." He slipped something into my hand. I put it into my pocket and politely thanked him.

I got back to the "control room" where doctors, nurses, and clerks gather and work together. I pulled out a glossy tract with a butterfly on the cover that stated "How to be Born Again." I was surprised that I felt somewhat offended.

I thought tracts were a thing of the past. I'm pretty sure that in our day and age, they should be. I mean, I think I have my faith mostly figured out. The basics I've got with lots of shades of grey in between. I love shades of grey - that's what makes faith personal. Most people know what they believe and what they want. I would gamble to say that 95% or more of our culture knows the Jesus story in some way, shape, or form. I don't think tracts will win anyone over. I think people's faith needs to be a result of their own personal struggles and searching. That's how people decide what they believe.

But mostly I wondered.. What makes me look especially like I need extra saving? The half dozen others who were in and out of that room for the patient visit left tract-less. But I got a-tract-ed. And irritated. Who would have thunk it?

Bring It On

This morning I am totally in favor of global warming.

Guilty

Sometimes, when the sun is shining brightly at the end of my day I feel guilty. It feels like I'm sneaking out of work early. Why else would the bright light bother me in the bus on the way home from work? I'm used to riding home in the dark.