a little bit dangerous.

It's always a bit dangerous to start writing a post without really thinking through what you want to say...
But the update has gone far too long, so I want to fill in just a little:
I started working my new job at the Rec Centre two weeks ago. We have one more week of "training" before the kids show up. "Training" gets those little quote things because our time is pretty well equally divided between workshops&programming- which is the closest we get to actual work, and "game breaks" which include such things as making boats out of wax paper and trying to sink each others in buckets of water by weighing them down with pennies. No joke. I get paid for this. I've learned how to play squash, played badminton with a seniors group that MEANS BUSINESS (I got smoked in the head with the hard part of a racket, cause I wasn't moving fast enough), gone kyaking, bowling, swimming... tomorrow is school presentations then yoga. I don't know. It's pretty fun, but I also feel kinda bad; I miss actually working. I have learned lots about "special needs," though... I'll add some stuff later, I'm sure. For now I'm just stoked for the kids to get out of school and come and hang out with me.
What else? Most of you who knew Steve probably already know (from Ryan's blog if nowhere else) that Krueger passed away suddenly last weekend. I was somewhat preoccupied with thoughts of that for part of last week. When someone dies, I have these certain wonders that I like to ponder over again, just sort of as a comfort. But they also make me think of heaven, of the actual end of all the causes we hold up in this lifetime. I like to be alone a bit, I like to remember as much about that person that I can. I like to imagine what they would think of me thinking about them so much. What they would say. So I guess it was good for me to be in a sort of slack job last week, although I wasn't super into the constant group activity and peppy atmosphere... Charlie Fordham was saying in his response to an email I sent him recently that we have to be careful that the death of someone we know doesn't end up being all about us in our little minds ( I am VERY loosely paraphrasing here), how WE feel, etc. And he is right of course. But on the other hand, it is about us. We are all more like Steve than we are unlike him. We all stand in the same position of grace before the throne of God, all of us depend on Him for every breath, none of us know the number of days that God has set out for us. Where were we when he set the boundaries of the ocean?... It is good to reflect on these things.
I am going to leave that there. I will now move on briefly to the "it was my birthday yesterday" discussion, and then I will go to bed. It was my birthday yesterday. Well, the 24th, and I realize that the date of the blog will be the 26th, but I haven't gone to bed yet so it's still the 25th to me (Which reminds me: if by some miracle, Brian Patterson should stumble upon this site with perfect timing, I just want to say HAPPY BIRTHDAY! this is the first birthday for years that I haven't talked to him. I don't have his number in T-dot. Yes that's right. T. Dot. as in Toronto. I'm calling it that just for you Bri, for your day. Yay 23! We're so old!). Right so my birthday was wonderful. Nathan spoiled me like crazy, and I got to spend some good time with my mom, too. I got the phonecall from my grandma- just wouldn't be right without it.
Okay. that's it for now. I'll try to be more interesting later.
much love to all of you.
ooh. and also I have terrible allergies. Yuch. Thats funny. I meant to write "yuck," but "yuch" is actually much better.
xoxo