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Day 4 and 5

TUESDAY

Today is a pretty bland day in my memory. Maybe it's because the day is getting farther and farther with each passing hour. We just started VBS for the kids and I went to an English class which I'll explain on day 6. So I shall skip Tuesday and start my journal back up at Wednesday. See you there - 


WEDNESDAY

10:00-3:00 - The Parade! But first the waiting.... Fact while we wait: it is very bad manners to salute their flag. Don't do it. Just to justify myself - I didn't. 
    It is the hottest day of the week. The sun beats down while I try to take in all the cute costumes and displays. At the end, we learn that this is the last year the town will do the parade due to the cost.:( 
   Then on to face painting! The paints smear instead of stick but we're still able to have conversations with the kids that come up. Two girls want matching hearts on their cheeks. Another one wants a purple star. We try and it turns out cute! An adult hands us tamales to eat. I've never had one. They taste - interesting. 
   The face painting team heads into the only van available to go tour some stores. All the evangelism teams have to walk! We go into the only grocery store, bakery, and pet shop. Even though we're the face painting team, we still get to pass out Bibles and tracks!
Finally, we meet up with the rest of the group to pick out some shoes in the shoe store for the kids at the ranch. 

Annaka face painting a little boy.

Andrew and Brooke teaming up for a smash war of eggs filled with flour or confetti. On the far left, you can see Jo Jo ready to smash a flour egg at me. He pounded it into my head only to discover it wouldn't break. He kept doing it but the egg was merciful.

5:00 - We all separate to go eat with the ranch kids in 4 different houses. Last time, I went to one of the boys' houses and drew race cars for a 15 year old. This time is a lot different! My group goes to Monica's house which consists of about 8-10 girls ranging from 10 to 15. I get what I consider the prime spot: right between Jacera and Ferrenanda. They have us get our food first. I pass on the tortillas because I'm not sure if they are wheat or corn. But I hear whispering behind me at the table. I turn around to see Jacera with a very sad face. She tries to smile when I come back and sit down but I can tell something is wrong. Ferrenanda explains, "Ella fries them up especial and now you don't like." Oooooh. I explain, "I do like but I can't have wheat and I don't know if they are wheat or not." Hmmm, Jacera's still looking at my plate like I scarred her for life by not taking a tortilla. I ask the lady in charge on my second helping of food and she says the tortilla's are corn. I take one! After I finish my food, Jacera divides my hair and gives one half to Ferrenanda and starts french-braiding her own half. Then Angelina comes along and braids them together!

Day 3

MONDAY

6:30 - Wake up time, Bible time.

7:15 - Breakfast time and devos.

9:00 - I volunteer to help cut celery. I've never cut celery before! A couple of us girls make PB+J's for everyone including all the orphans. They're going to come to the beach with us!

10:00 - We load up in our vans.

11:00 - At the beach! The rutty road behind us, I look across the vast expanse of water and then behind us at the towering sand dunes. An occasional ATV crisscrosses over the hills.

11:30 - Busy playing Infection Tag. Some people play football, others talk, still others look for shells or play in the ocean.

12:30 - Well past my knees in ocean water when calls come from the adults. Lunch time! 

1:00 - In line for the food, I notice a boy named Daniel staring at me. I make a funny face and he does a fish face. Throughout the whole week, we kept up the comedy!

1:15 -  I eat with Jazera, a 12 yr. old ranch girl who speaks very good English.

Getting food in line at the beach. Jazera is in the red shirt next to me.

This is Daniel.

2:00 - Head off to the the dunes for jumps, jumps, and more jumps.

4:00 - We travel back the way we came
Head over the dunes 
pass the sandy lane
Start the vans 
the vans are full
with seashells and with sandy rolls
Head over the rutty road comes next 
In the car we hold our breath
no one becomes 
too car sick
we drive and drive 
who knows the time?
finally we are at the ranch
back from sand dune lane.

5:30 - Dinner!

6:30 - Devotions, songs, announcements, and recap of the day. In a circle, everyone goes around sharing what their favorite part of the day was or something they learned. Eli happens to start out talking two nights in a row and so the tradition got started. Every night, Eli starts out the circle and then the people on either side of him try to make the other person go first since its was hard to think of something right off the bat. By the time the circle gets completed and everyone has talked, it's late. Time for bed!

Eli in the green sweatshirt starting out the circle

Day 2

SUNDAY

9:45 - Church starts in 15 minutes. Not a big problem if I wasn't on the worship team. But I am. And we haven't practiced...at all. Three of us go up to practice without finding the other two who were supposed to practice with us. In the church, we find there is no piano. We do not have a guitarist so that means only vocals? This will not work! I race down to our team to find a guitarist and recruit Zach. Isaac has the Mexicanos bring out a keyboard from storage which they set up for us. The missing two from our worship team come up. The church is now filled.

10:00 - We stand there whispering on stage. What song does this verse belong to? It's all in Spanish! (I know Spanish but I don't know it under pressure) The Mexicanos file us off the stage so that they can do their worship songs first.

10:40 - It's time. We get on the stage only to face big black mics. Now, we were told we wouldn't have to use the mics. But should we? Unamed starts singing into the mic...off key. I edge a little closer to my own mic in angst, trying to sing over her and at the same time not use the mic (also peering behind me to look at the screen because the verses in front of me are in a weird order)! Andrew tries to share my mic but I stand my ground which means it now looks like he's hiding behind me. Do you get the picture? It is not a pretty one. We definitely weren't put together!

Here's all the gracious worshippers

Side note: When I tried to think of what we did for Sunday for this blog post, I couldn't remember anything significant. I had already blocked out the mortifying experience!

12:00 - My Bible is missing. It disappeared from my seat! This is the Bible that Gabrielle gave me for my Italy and Greece mission trip. It is very precious and filled with notes of what God's taught me in the last 4 years. I ask around. No one has seen it. I'm filled with despair.

1:00 - We go on a tour of the ranch. We see the outside of all the buildings and get to watch their pigs, horses, and goats.

1:45 - We play Ga Ga ball with the orphans. This is a game where you only use your hands to hit the ball and if your leg is touched by the ball, you're out!







5:00 - One of the house moms and her troop find my Bible for me. All I can say is, "Gracias!"

9:00 - We sit under the stars, under the sweeping trees on Mexican blankets. The highway weaves around in the background, occasional trucks flash by. I see a shooting star fly down. Then people start taking selfies and I leave. 

10:30 - Lights out. In bed. Peaceful.

Day 1

SATURDAY

3:49 - beep beep beep. Alarm turned off, I roll out of bed. Today is the day I go to Mexico. I still can't believe it. I've waited the entire year for this to happen again. This time I have memories. Revisit. Relearn. Revitalize. It has all happened before. Or has it?

6:30 - No. Now my brain is awake and I realize it won't be the same. I'm on the plane with friends. Loud friends. That didn't happen last year. The waitress hands me a cup and I give it to the guy in the window seat which is the polite thing to do. Unless the cup spills over.....thankfully it's just water.

Time? - We land in San Diego and wait. Some people are on Alaska, we are on Southwest. We don't get together very quickly. Then the thirty-seven of us flood out to the 3 vans where we head to Costco. The walkie-talkie blares in van 3. Wanted: Avonlea. Wanted: Avonlea. Why? Apparently, I've been recruited to help load up food in Costco! I hook up with one of the moms and look up and down aisles for snacks and candy. We buy a whole cart bursting of nuts, bars, and dried mangos. Carrots are wanted to keep the drivers awake so I find them and put them into cups. The entire way down to our destination I hear the crunches. . .

Halfway to the ranch, we stop for some ponchos and blankets. We pray for the lady we're buying from. Then she gives us a discount!

I'm not pictured in case you're looking for me. This was the lady we prayed for and bought ponchos and blankets from.

5:00 - We reach the ranch well before dark. Dinner is prepared while we scramble into the dorms. Sticky notes are handed out and the showers and bathrooms are named after cities (there are no locks). Moscow and New York are the showers and London and Paris are the toilets. One of the girls knocks on the bathroom stall. "Anyone in Paris?" Mary replies, "Wee, wee."

7:00 - We play tag in the dark under the stars.

10:30 - In bed, goodnight.

Note: This series of my trip in Mexico is in a form of a diary every day. I will write day 2, Sunday, soon.

March Madness

March has been a crazy month. So crazy in fact that Dad (first time ever) and us forgot about March Madness basketball games that go on. It's the only sports event we participate in so it's usually a big deal (for all of us except Mom). Two years ago, I guessed correctly North Carolina all the way to the final 2 team playoffs for the championship. Last year, I put down North Carolina to win the whole tournament and guess what? It did! This year, I'm worried I won't be able achieve my high status of guessing from the past. We'll see what happens with the tournament this year!

In just a few days I head down to Mexico to the ranch I helped out at last year. I'm on the worship team this year and will be singing up on the stage in church along with my two friends Andrew and Brooke. It's been a lot to get ready and I still feel like our team doesn't have everything together so please please be praying. For team unity and for good conversations with the kids down at the ranch and on the streets evangelizing. We'll be going to the beach on Monday and hopefully the orphanage kids will come too (they did last year for the first time with LWS)!

As for school news, although I'm graduated and babysitting, I still love to learn and so I enrolled in Firmly Planted Homeschool Resource Center. I'm taking classes to make an audio drama by the one and only creator of Jonathon Park Adventure Chronicles, an amazing creation science based audio drama. We held auditions last Saturday and Sunday and 78 people filed through 2 rooms while we recorded voices for 12 hours. I needed German accents for my WW2 story set in Germany. One man auditioning for the bad German guy named Gunter changed up my lines a bit. I had Gunter saying, "Fat chance" and instead the man said, "Fat chance as Americans say" in a hardy German accent. I think the guy just won himself a part as Gunter!

I'll probably write another post soon after Mexico so stay tuned!

     We headed up to Parkdale, hoping the house was clean enough to inhabit for Christmas break. To see what happened last time, scroll down to my previous post. If you're too lazy to look, here's a short summary: "When we went to the house for Thanksgiving, we discovered the heat furnace had  blown up so we had to leave but we hired some cleaners to clean the place."
     Now we came back only to find our snow coats, mittens, and hats were gone. The insurance agent had said we could come up because he would leave those necessary items for us to use in the snow. But they were missing, so Dad called the guy who told him that early that morning he had decided we shouldn't use the sooty clothes so he had taken them away but...he hadn't told us! Therefore, we were stuck up there without any snow wear. We decided to head back home. We stopped by Dairy Queen for some much needed dinner and talked through what we should do. The day before had been Christmas so we had a whole week of Christmas break before us where Dad was off work and our plans were ruined. Excitedly, we started brainstorming ideas. Dad finally gave the jackpot answer. "How about we use our year passes to go to Six Flags Magic Mountain Park down in California?"

     We had gone to Six Flags Park for spring break and had bought year passes because they were cheaper than buying a row of days together. Not expecting to come back, we had still saved the tickets and were we sure glad we had! Magic Mountain, here we come.... we drove the rest of the way home in a frenzy. Dad said we would be leaving at 5 am in the morning to get there by nightfall.
Shorts, swimsuits, sunglasses flew into our bags late that night as we got ready. In the morning, all 6 of us were in the car enduring what turned out to be a 14 hour car ride. We didn't know where we were going to stay so Mom finally just got a hotel room for Wednesday night 3 miles from Magic Mountain although we still were looking for a house for the rest of the nights. As we all piled into the 3 bed tiny hotel room, Dad checked the desk to see if they could just let us stay in our suite until Sunday night. The man said no but that they had a 2 bed suite that he'd let us buy for a reduced price. Dad agreed since we couldn't find anywhere else to stay. The next morning, Dad went to the desk to get the small suite key but the new person there said that we could stay in our 3 bed suite and she'd let us have it for the reduced price the man offered - $80 less than normal price! So our hotel room ended up being about a 4th of the price of a normal house rental. It's amazing how God orchestrated the room problem and turned it into a blessing.

     We had a wonderful sunny time down there. Upper 70's and low 80's degree weather in the end of December is not normal, the locals stated. But we sure enjoyed it! Three days we spent at Magic Mountain and another day we spent at the beach, shops, and Claim Jumper before heading back home on January 1st. Bye bye flip flops:(

They had fake snow falling down everywhere and lights glistening at night.

There was more pictures of us in the snow and roller coasters next to Christmas trees but my computer won't upload any more pics besides the one up above!

Ironic Thankgivings

Thanksgiving is a time of feasting, festivities, and thankful hearts. A time of remembering, savoring, and gratefulness. Generally, most people can create that atmosphere especially if there has been bountiful blessings showered lately on you by God.

"I'm so thankful for -."

"I just am so grateful to -."

"I feel blessed because -."

However, what if on Thanksgiving, something catastrophic happened? Would you still be gushing out thankfulness and joy? Our family has been put to the test for the third year in a row of a series of unexpected, unwelcomed events that have left us saying hopefully "could be worse!"

Two years ago (3 Thanksgivings ago now), we traveled up to Parkdale to spend Thanksgiving day up in the cottage. There was a thin layer of snow and so we decided to go sledding. Bad idea. We had to dodge rocks as we careened down patches of melting snow. Rose (age 8 at the time) decided to go higher than everyone else even though a certain person she should have listened to - told her NO. 

As Rose flew down the hill, she was obviously terrified, probably wishing with all her might that she had listened to the experienced, calculating person who told her NO. Slamming into a giant rock, she was thrown off the sled with a force that propelled her into the snow. Dad (who is actually the person who told her NO), ran to her rescue but it was too late. Her back pained her to the extremity. Quickly, Mom and Dad raced down to the hospital with her while the rest of us stayed at home trying to follow the Turkey Feast recipes (the turkey didn't turn out quite normal). Rose got a CAT scan and no bones were broken to our relief. However, she did have a sprain. They gave her some kind of pain killer which zonked her ability to function rationally. We never planned to have Rose crying "Mother's Turkey, I want Mother's turkey!" up and down the halls of the hospital on Thanksgiving day. But that's what Rose did. And we were thankful when the nurse asked the sly question, "Do you like your brothers and sister?'' And Rose retorted, "Of course!" That answer could be debatable in some moments. All in all, Rose recovered rapidly and by the time we headed down the mountain, she was back to her old self. We were grateful God had saved her from further harm.

 Last year (2 Thanksgivings ago), we traveled up to Parkdale to spend Thanksgiving day up in the cottage. Does this sound familiar? There was a thin layer of ice this time and unaware of impending disaster, we were playing tag with our dogs outside. Bad idea....again. As we raced up the stairs, Pearl dashed up behind us but then fell back with a sharp, high cry of pain. Her paw had caught in the opening slats between each stair. She wasn't putting weight on it so we rushed her down to the veterinary hospital. Do these verbs (raced, dashed, fell, rushed) give you an idea how hectic our Thanksgivings are? However, after the rush, there's always the wait. We waited and waited until the veterinarian declared our dog to have a "sprain" in her leg. He gave us some outrageously priced little pills to give Pearl who was doing her best to act injured. We had a crying patient on our hands for the next few days; she was worse than Rose! As we headed down the mountain, we were thankful Pearl was young and could heal easily and that she didn't need surgery.

This year, we traveled up to Parkdale to spend Thanksgiving day up in the cottage. There was no snow and no ice so we hoped there would be no worries. Wrong. Usually we stay in the warm car while Dad turns on the heat and gets things all warmed up. Well this time it seemed he was taking longer than normal. Finally Mom sent me in to check on him. I opened the door and coughed. The place reeked chemical stench. There was pure black cobwebs arranged all over the room, drifting down eerily as I walked around the place. Dad came out of the basement dusting his hands. "The oil furnace exploded," he said. Mom and everyone else came in with bags of luggage. "Take it all back out," Dad shook his head."We can't stay here." Here are the facts: Dad turned on the oil furnace but black smoke was coming out of the vents and into the house. It looked like the installation had fallen into the heat furnace and there were dead mice around its base. The whole house looked like Halloween in full decoration. Everything was covered in an oil base charcoal? I'm not sure exactly but we couldn't easily get it off anything. We're going to have to get professional cleaners to go through everything. As we headed back down the mountain after only an hour up at the cottage, we felt blessed that we weren't in the house when that happened and that our house hadn't burned down.

I hope you enjoyed reading about my family's crazy misfortunes and I hope you learned that there is always a "could be worse!" if you look hard enough. Next year, I'm hoping my family will stay home. I'll be in New Zealand so I certainly don't want to miss another ironical Thanksgiving. But if something happens, I'll let them tell you......

Avonlea

Back in Time: A Overview of the 1910's

Lately, I've been reading books whose time period was in the 1910's. One series that I just finished gave the girls free rein to all kinds of lacy dainty frocks and automobile accidents experienced in long trailing veils. One part where a girl (Patty) is kidnapped for a ransom, struck me as funny. The author somehow managed to center the kidnapping around Patty's clothes and the awfulness of her having to wear whatever the kidnappers gave her. When she's finally rescued, Patty tells everyone to look at her. Here's what the book relates:

The picture was ludicrous. The hideous calico wrapper, badly cut and ill-shaped, and the coarse shoes were so incongruous to Patty's dainty beauty that they all laughed. All but Phil Van Reypen. He turned away as if from a painful sight.
    "It's sacrilege!" he said. "Take her away, quick, and fix her up."

Once her friends "fix" her up, the transformation is described.....

......So the pale blue crêpe de Chine, with its fluttering chiffon sleeves and trailing knots of lace and ribbon, was the greatest conceivable contrast to the fearsome garment she had worn home.

Clothes were a big deal for young girls. Especially since you had so many accessories to go with your outfit. Your style bespoke some of your personality. Patty always wore light shimmery frocks and flowers in her hair while some of her wealthy friends acquired dark heavy garments with chains of gold and gold jewelry in their hair. Here is an expert from a section:

Patty looked her prettiest in a filmy gown of pale blue chiffon with touches of silver embroidery. An ornament in her hair was of silver filigree with a wisp of pale-blue feather and her cheeks were a little pinker than usual. 

Notice the "daintiness" of the words the author chose for Patty. I emboldened them above.

Filigree: ornamental work of fine (typically gold or silver) wire formed into delicate tracery.
Filmy: (especially of fabric) thin and translucent.
Touches: a small amount; a trace.
Embroidery: ornamental needle work 
Wisp: not quite there
Pale: light in color or having little color.

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Some things that were happening during that time ~

1910 - A boy loved to experiment with different flavors of syrup to make exotic concoctions. He also liked the daughter of his boss, Dr. Pepper. Exasperated, Dr. Pepper finally fired the boy who ended up in Texas. There, he made a combination of flavors that was extremely popular. He marketed it and chose to call it...Dr. Pepper.

1911 - It was in 1911 that the first painted lines appeared on a road. The lines were not drawn by a highway department or by the government, as you might expect. Instead, a Michigan man named Edward Hines painted the white lines by hand on River Road in Trenton, Michigan. He was tired of all the automobile drivers who didn't have enough sense to stay on one side of the road or the other. Evidently, the lines worked. In the next several years, white lines were painted on roads in cities and counties all over the country. Cited from 1910's Timelines by Stewart

1912 - Life savers hit the market; selling for a nickel each roll. They came in one flavor - mint.

1913 - Although automobiles had been around for several years, gas stations were unheard of. People purchased the fuel they need at general stores, in the same way as they bough kerosene for their lamps. In 1913, the first drive-in gas station opened in Pittsburgh. It was owned by the Gulf Company and was open 24 hours a day. The manager reported that the first day was a good beginning. He sold 30 gallons of gas!

Another 1913 - An American named Gideon Sundback came out with a zipper, which he called a "hookless fastener." When zippers were tried as fasteners for pants and dresses, people had to remove them (they rusted so easily) before washing the clothes and then sew them in again. The hookless fastener was named the zipper in 1923.

There are more stories like this in the book 1910s Timelines by Gail B Stewart.

Summer Summary

This summer was crazy. Not kidding. I graduated on June 10th and the next two weeks were finishing up piano and harp and going to lots of recitals. The last week of June was wrapped up with VBS or as we say it at our church "VBC" (Vacation Bible Camp). Then the first week of July, we went to La Pine with our cousin and grandparents for a whole week. After living in that dry climate (note: I will never agree to live in a desert), we headed home for a day before camp. Grant and I spent six days there, got grounded in theology and apologetics while Rowan and Rose experienced adventure and horse camp without having to stay overnight. Mom came to pick us up from camp and told me that

1. I'd been asked to play the harp for the pastor's daughter's wedding.... and 2. we were to leave for Leavenworth, a little Bavarian like town in 5 days as a graduation trip together. 

Leavenworth was so beautiful! I had been there only once when I was about ten in the winter but now it was summer and there were hanging baskets, and balconies, and grass covered roofs! We stayed in a little cottage that had a Romans verse written in bold red letters up the curved stairway and an old, ancient piano in a little nook off from the entryway. Here are some pictures of the cottage ~ The picture on the left is of one of the sheds. Notice the grass lavishing the top. The pic. on the right is of the stately courtyard of Abendblume, the cottage's name.

Here is Mom and I having our morning tea in the hand carved dining room

We went to a play the last night in Leavenworth. It was called Sound of Music....I know you know it....and it was acted out of doors in the hills. An orchestra played and the play went on as the sky darkened. During the last part, the stars were out and all the actors and actresses sang Edelweiss while the little band of musicians played on and on. It was very pretty, once in a life time kind of moment. Mom and I traipsed home down the long dark trail, for the play was up in the hills quite a ways, made longer by switchbacks.

 After that night, we went to Parkdale and decided to visit the rest of the family who were scrounging it out camping. They said they were sick of the dogs barking at the other campers so we took them home for the night. Now I'm pretty sure if we hadn't had the dogs, we would have had a cup of tea and gone to bed for the night. But we did have the dogs, and Comet decided that she wanted to make her toilet again before bedtime. So Mom opened the door, Comet rushed out, and we both hear a sharp bark of pain. And then the odor....seeped in through the screen door, accompanied by whimpering. Now I'm not sure it was a skunk, for it smelled like a strong chemical or burnt rubber. There is a fox that sprays an odor around our area so maybe it was that? Whatever it was, Comet was in misery! Her eyes were watering, the smell was overpowering. Mom rushed for soapy water and made me grab the baking powder to annihilate the fumes. We shut poor Commie up in the barn and went to bed exhausted.

Later the next day, Dad, Grant, Rowan, and Rose came home, smelly but happy. Gabrielle came up to spend the night and we all picked blueberries at a local place. After we came back home and had company over, I reunited with a friend from Mexico. We had been pen pals since our trip. Rachel and I walked and talked through a book store together where we met since our homes are so far apart. We had a wonderful time together!

The next day, we prepared food and food and smiles for a family of 13 who were coming over at 5 pm. Well they ended up staying until 12 am! Three of them didn't end up coming (one of them is married) but everyone else came! They're the kind of people who you laugh and smile so much with your mouth hurts....literally.
Two days later we headed to Seattle to meet Great Aunt Karen and Great Uncle Dennis from Texas with their son-in-law and daughter. That was a fun trip!
On Wednesday, the Martins came from North Dakota! We met at a park and then they came over to our house for dinner. We hadn't seen each other in so long but everyone acted the same as they always had.

Farewell time! Order of people from left: Raleigh, Mom, Rowan

Order of people from left: Raleigh, Mom, Dad, Conner

The rest of August was more camps for the boys and Parkdale adventures. And then school came...Grant went to CAM and I started working on Ebay and Rowan and Rose started up school with Mom.

Weather Reports:
Weird weather going on lately! The total sun eclipse came (August 21st) and our grandma is super into all the prophecies along with that and so when Hurricane Harvey came (August 25th) followed by Hurrican Irma (August 30th), she was really getting emphatic about all the natural disasters!

 On September 2nd, our family had thought about going to Eagle Creek Trail but then decided to go hiking on Sunday, the third, to the Oneonta trail in the Columbia Gorge. Well, a fire got started on the 2nd, on the Eagle Creek Trail by some teenagers with fireworks and 140 were trapped between the fire that just started and another fire that had been burning since July. The trapped people had to spend the night and then instead of going 3 miles back the way they had come, they had to hike 14 miles around the blazes! We could have been part of the predicament and adventure! On the fourth, Monday labor day (having hiked the Oneonta trail and spent the night at Parkdale), we headed back down I-84 which was covered in a thick brown reddish smoke that hurt our throats. We could see the plumes from the freeway....they had already evacuated parts of Cascade Locks. Ash fell for 3 days leaving the roads dusted gray. The sky was a weird gray color, even with us living about 60 miles away. The fire grew and has now consumed 37,500 acres of our beautiful Columbia Gorge in Oregon. On our hike Sunday, we went under this massive old wood tunnel, it was amazing! And now we read it was burnt and they're not sure if it's salvageable. We had just walked through it and the next day - gone. Roughly 360,000 acres are being burned in Oregon alone right now, a quarter of all the blazes burning in America at this present time. The summer gave us a long drought but now weather reports are saying rain next week. I learned this summer that I like the sun and I'm not looking forward to the rain! Isn't that strange?

Picture of the eclipse

Worldview Camp

My cousin Karis (in the white shirt), loved playing frisbee in our free time.

This is the blue team being enthusiastic.

All the teams of almost 200 kids competing against each other.

Andrew in orange and Grant in blue. They look very serious.

Andrew accusing someone in Mofia.

Grant's friend Marcus from school happened to be there.

This is my small group. I'm in the front row, on the left. My cousin Karis is in the back row, on the right.

We went to Worldview camp again this year! This was Karis and I's third and last time. My brother Grant and his friend Andrew were coming back to camp for their 2nd time. The camp is 6 days of lectures about how to defend your worldview. You listen to 25 hours of lectures from 3 main speakers who do not get paid, they volunteered for this. Grant and Andrew were much more mature with listening to the speakers compared to last year (see http://starletschool.blogspot.com/2016/07/our-summer-in-6-days-one-cousin-who.html). I had a fun time getting to see people again from the Mexico mission trip who went there. Now I have 3 full notebooks of notes from the 3 years I was at Worldview Camp. If you live near it, you should go. It's on the east coast, middle states, and west coast. The speakers and staff travel each week to a different destination. Very knowledgeable men!

Graduating?

I am graduating a week from today.
I do not know what will happen next.
I suppose I will have to find a job.
I don't know where.

I am supposed to be extremely excited for my future.
I am a live-in-the-present type however.
I am happy to be done with school.
I think.



I am still little Avonlea.
I believe I've grown in mind, body, and soul but.....
I still don't want to grow up.
I love Peter Pan.


I made it up one side of the mountain.
I see there is still more mountains to climb.
I want to go on till I reach New Zealand.
I wait till the time is ripe.

Mexico

I went with a group of 50 to Baja California (Mexico) for a week. We practiced our Spanish with the locals and orphanage children, painted a mural (the one behind us painters), pruned peach trees, and worked on construction. It was a whole lot of fun!

Here is our entire group pictured above. We all had a great time. We went to the beach dunes with the orphans, evangelized at a local Mexican parade, and then worked the rest of the time!
There was a miracle at the ranch. We were hosting the orphan boys to dinner and we didn't have enough chicken for everyone to go around. The boys didn't come on time so the kitchen crew put the chicken back in the oven to warm up. Then someone decided we should pray that the chicken will multiply. It did! And we had more left over.


Construction Site

 

I'm in the red shirt. There were 3 plywood boards to paint. The boards will go in the new high school that we were building.

A Few Pictures

 

To the left, Stormy lies down on his back...as usual.

On the right, icicles form a ring around the rim of the birdfeeder.

 

A peaceful morning with the sun shining

Exploring our marsh, Comet and Pearl gnaw on newly sprouted grass.

The picture on the right was taken at the beach. A seagull flies across the bay while the tide is out.

 

The frogs have started croaking and the crickets chirping. Spring is almost here!

PETS

 These pets provide so much entertainment yet they cannot speak with words. They are companions yet they are quiet.
They are comical yet they don't do it in the way of humans.
Pets wag their tails, shake their heads, and roll their eyes.








Do you notice Stormy in the sink above to the left?

Archie and Stormy (above) are two kittens who were born into our house by Chloe. Chloe became an outdoor cat when she turned on her two boys and hated them with all her little viciousness. Chloe had been outside since the summer when she suddenly disappeared. The snow and cold had forced the coyotes to hunt and kill outside their normal limits. I came across half a body (the back half) of Chloe the Calico Cat. So ends the tale of Chloe, not very noble, not very nice, very jealous, but a cat. Coyotes shall now be on my bucket list of enemies. Here is the last picture of Chloe that I took:
(It fits her personality to a T)

 

Here's Pearl yawning below ~

 

 

 

Paw prints in the snow. Cat prints next to Dog prints.