10.23.2012

Winter? in October? / Geography=Community

So, I live in a place where winter exists. I am not used to this. I think I like it. But time will tell.
I went hunting today and say 7 elk but they are out of season, and then I glimpsed some deer which are in season but they disappeared before I could do much about it. But I was climbing mountains in the snow, which was nice enough on its own.

The recreation here is second to none. I'd rather live here than whistler, (except that whistler is close to many people I miss and love) but in the 'things to do' sense, I'd prefer Fernie to whistler in a heartbeat, and I think the skiing will be better, or comparable anyway. The snow will be more consistent. Not that I am a whistler connaisseur.

But I feel a bit adrift. The community in Cranbrook is great, but tiny. Not quite enough to feel or actually be grounded, I think. And we don't see them often enough. One thing I have said for many years on this blog is that geography affects community. One thing Laurenn and I lament is the question of Z and A growing up with orthodox friends. For all its beauty and humanity, St. Hermans has a bazillion kids, and that is so so important for us. That is, we want our kids to grow up with a loving orthodox community, full of peers, older people to talk to when they don't want to talk to us, and people we can ask advice from. We knew we were leaving that, and we knew we couldn't understand the depth of the meaning of that, but slowly it is hitting home. God knows, and knows what we need. We have some friends here, inside and outside the church, but its still a bit of a wild card I guess. I think what I miss are older people to be influenced by. The L's up on the holy mountain, the JQW trifecta, the H's, the G's, the K's, the B's, the other H's. So many people to help keep us grounded and remind us of the little and big things.

keep us on your list, I'm looking for old bearded men to look up to. I might even have to take responsibility for myself.

10.11.2012

I.LOVE.MY.JOB.

Almost every day, I revel in the joy that is going to work.

I have begun to teach my elementary school students Solfege (Do-Re-Mi) and they are doing well at it, even the youngest, which is super cool. It's amazing what demo-repeat or call-answer can do for getting kids to learn. Zoltan Kodaly knew what was up.

Yes, I love my job. I even may go hunting with one of my students and his Dad. It's just that kind of a place. Everywhere I go, if there are kids, they are likely my students, and its great. Weird, but good. There's no anonymity, and I think it sort of suits me. I am not certain yet, but so far so good.

Laurenn is at work and I like hanging out with the kids, Millie is crawling now and she is hanging with Zeke, its quite the change from her being immobile.

Did I mention we might not be home for Christmas? Also quite the change. I suppose it might be time to do it on our own, but I really like being with our parents for Christmas. Tradition, you know.

Apparently a recording studio will be arriving soon for our school, so that is exciting, and goodness I hope the other supplies I ordered arrive soon, the students are making such good progress, and they actually want to practice. One of my classes made such noticeable improvements over last weekend, it was shocking.

Today, my grade 7 class cheered and high fived when they succeeded at a song. It was gratifying. Sometimes I wonder if job satisfaction is worth the pay difference between here and the mine (they earn double my salary) and most days I think it just might be worth it. Did I mention my supportive admin? They are great.

I didn't even mention last week as I should have, my wonderful new Godson, Lloyd David Ayce Perry. He was Baptized in the NICU and we were so thankful when he was able to breathe on his own. Keep him in your prayers, he's survived a difficult start, and we look forward to getting to know him more soon.