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To amuse myself

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Snow falling gently on an October day elicited happy cries from the children. They clamoured, pausing only to search through closets and boxes for winter-wear, excited for the opportunity to roll about in the snow. Meanwhile, I was mentally transporting myself  to a tropical beach because in that moment I knew we were in for a doozy of a winter.

After forty-some years of living, and more than half of those on the prairies of Western Canada, I knew that when winter shows it’s face early it could be there to stay for a loooonnnngggg, long time. At least, it feels long. I was about to calculate how many months/years of my life total, I have lived with  the snow, but this is a blog that is focused on joy and laughter not depression and anger. I’m guessing it’s more than 2/3’s of my age. Humour is how we get through the endless winters, people! Humour and something else, but I can’t mention that “something else” here because I am married to a minister.

Like that would stop me! Ok, so this is where discretion comes in.

How quickly my attention gets diverted.

We did not expect this early white stuff because last winter had fooled us into thinking we didn’t actually live on the Prairies. Silly us! We’ve had the white stuff since October 15th, 2012 and I am ready to see green. Too bad it’s going to be a few months yet. I’m no Prairie Newbie, like the new gal that wore a spring jacket last May. Oh how I internally laughed! And shivered. She had a bluish tinge after a 2 block walk to school. I’m sure she was super cool when I gave her sage advice that she may want to wear long pants for a few more weeks.Brr. The sun may be deviously cheerful from the inside of the house but I have learned the hard way that you must look at the thermometer before taking a jaunt out-of-doors at any point of the year. It’s also a good idea to look out the window to see if the trees are moving at all. I would recommend testing with your finger, out of the door, just to make sure. Windchill can kill you! All those young moms, at baseball last spring, were eyeballing my armload of blankets and my crazy striped wool hat.

My motivation to start this blog was purely selfish. I needed an outlet so the deranged cabin-fever-type drivel would forever be floating about in cyber-space haunting the brains of nameless blog readers as opposed to my family,who is already deaf to my mutterings.

That being said, I thought of the title a few days before hitting publish on this new blog. I should have continued thinking for a few more days. I wanted it to communicate that I was the Irreverent one but it seems to me, and my very basic English and grammar skills, that it may indeed communicate that it is the Reverend that is Irreverent and I am just the Irreverent Reverend’s Wife. Oh how tricky it is! Do I need a comma? Do I need to change the order of the words?

How do I relate that I am not calling my husband names? I mean, he can definitely be hilarious, witty and sometimes disrespectful, but who wants to be known as chronically “irreverent”? Well, I do, but that’s besides the point.

Help me out here, my English savvy friends. I couldn’t find a free (because I’m cheap) program to help me with this little problem. Also, I’m too embarrassed to ask my professional editor friends. I will if I have to, though.

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3 thoughts on “To amuse myself

  1. I thought it was fine…but seeing as I had SEVERAL people checking my spelling, grammer and such before I handed ANYTHING in while at school…you may not need my help!! Ask Maria!!
    Joy

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