A Pieceful Life

A Pieceful Life


I'm so glad that you stopped by, and hope that you enjoy your visit. Here you will find pieces of my life - quilting, cross-stitch, family, travel, friends.
My name is Peg - I am a 60ish wife, mother, daughter, sister, aunt, cousin, friend - and if we're not already related or friends, hope to become your friend too.
We live in the eastern end of the beautiful Fraser Valley, about 1.5 hours east of Vancouver, BC. Empty nesters, we have one son living just a few minutes away, our other son and daughter live in Alberta.
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Friday, July 26, 2013

How to Be Prepared

You’re going to think that I’m a bit of a nag, but emergency preparedness is a passion of mine, and after our experience yesterday, and after seeing our children live through an emergency evacuation, and the other disasters we hear about around the world, I just have to encourage everybody out there to be as prepared as they can be.

So how can you prepare?  First, if you’re evacuated from your home with minimal to 24-hour notice, can you live for 3 days? 

What we’ve done is prepare our trailer – there’s adequate food and water there for at least three days.  There’s also toiletries and some basic necessities of regular life.  We’d need to add a few things, like clothing and medications, and dog and cat needs – but we have a list, and know where that all is, and could move out in fairly short order if need be.

Folks that don’t have an RV as a back-up – an emergency evacuation bin would answer to that.  Bottom line – have enough with you to survive for 3 days is the mantra that we hear among the emergency preparedness people around us.  Families may need more than one bin to have enough.  And water is HEAVY!!  and you need lots of it for everything from washing up to cooking to drinking.  For those things that you can’t pack in a bin, have a list at the top of a bin to check and be able to grab, but have those things close at hand.

Oh, and where do you store that bin?  High up on a shelf in the garage is not necessarily the best answer.  Especially if it’s going to be a struggle to get it down even if the garage survives the earthquake!  Somewhere low and close to an exit is probably best.

For specifics about what to pack in an evacuation bin, there’s lots of information out there on the internet, and I believe I’ve covered the subject somewhat as well here.

But what if you’re in a situation like we were yesterday, and one other time when we were headed home from Kelowna and got caught in a blizzard?  You may be able to get home – eventually, but you may want/need some supplies with you to help you through the time until you can get home.

So here’s our bags, spread out on our dining room table, before we repack them after using some of the supplies from them:


And the list:

  • a change of clothes, including underwear, socks
  • a sweatshirt in case it gets colder than when you left home
  • extra (sturdy) shoes
  • water resistant jackets, baseball caps (in the winter months we regularly carry gloves and hats anyway in our vehicle)
  • toiletries – kleenex, hairbrush, shampoo, toothbrushes and toothpaste, nail clippers, toilet paper, hand sanitizer
  • garbage bags, twine, a small knife, some packing tape
  • snacks, water, some dog food
  • small first aid kit, face cloth and towel
  • books (were we happy to have something to do while waiting for the tow truck yesterday!), and a spare pair of reading glasses for me

And in our vehicles at all times are a couple of blankets, and a space blanket, as well as CPR mouth protectors and disposable gloves.

Of late we have also begun to take medications and diabetic supplies for Grizz, as well as spare glasses for him in case his get broken, almost everywhere we go.

It’s been suggested that the elderly, and women of all ages, carry incontinence pads for those times when a bathroom is just not available.

So pardon me for being a nag, but please, please, please BE PREPARED!

Blessings, Peg

Are YOU Prepared?

Yesterday we had an opportunity to discover just how prepared we really are.  In light of the flood disaster in Alberta, and the train derailment disaster in Quebec recently, we’ve been doing a lot of thinking, again, about emergency preparedness.  With that, we reviewed and rearranged our emergency evacuation bin, and set up a new plan.  Now, that’s okay if we’re at home, and if we have some notice to get everything together to evacuate our home.

But what if we’re on the road somewhere, and can’t get home.  For that, we have a couple of duffel bags always in the back of our van.  But let me tell you our story.

We’d decided to take a day to drive to Kelowna to visit my parents, had a great visit, and headed back for home about 4 p.m.  We were about 3/4 hour out, on the highway where nobody lives, and there’s nothing in sight.  Here I have to say that when we were in California recently we noticed the emergency call boxes everywhere on the road – there is no such thing in BC!

At this point, we noticed our dashboard warning system said to check tire pressure on the left front tire.  We were almost at a brake check/chain-up pull-out, so we stopped.  And sure enough, we had a flat tire – well, not quite flat, but obviously very low, and it appeared that a small section was actually pulling away from the rim. 

Okay, so we need to change the tire.  And so we proceeded.  About this time a couple in a truck and camper pulled in and kindly checked to see if we needed help.  We didn’t and they proceeded on their way.

Grizz put the jack under the van, lifted it, removed the lugs, pulled the tire off…….and the jack collapsed!  So there we were sitting on the rotor

I have to say that I wasn’t exactly thinking of taking pictures in the middle of all of this.

Lesson # 1 – wheel chocks would be a good thing to carry in our car to put behind wheels to better stabilize a vehicle in a situation like this

I proceeded to call for Roadside Assistance………and spent almost half an hour on the phone (luckily there was cell service in the area) with a young man in Texas……….who couldn’t seem to understand that we were not in a position to give him an address or even a postal code.  We were on a highway, basically in the middle of nowhere, Canada.  No matter what I said, what suggestions I made, how I instructed him to follow a map, he kept saying ‘it doesn’t work like that, Ma’am’.  I finally said I’d call a tow truck myself, and send the company the bill.  At which he replied ‘can I give you the address?’  Now that was worth a laugh!!!

In the meantime three other parties had stopped at this pull-off. all willing to help in anyway they could.  One couple had a GPS on which we found the coordinates of our position, but that didn’t help the dispatcher on the phone, because of course the coordinates were for a place in the middle of nowhere, Canada.

These folks had all left while I was still on the phone with RA, but a semi-truck had stopped.  They gave us more accurate information on our position, but that still didn’t help.  In the meantime, one driver had offered to take a look at our jack, and tried to hammer it back into shape, but it wasn’t going to work.  So the other driver pulled out his handy-dandy iPad and looked up a tow truck company number, which I dialed and got help on its way in very short order.

Lesson # 2 – data plans on phones could be very handy in situations like this.  But for a once in every 10 years experience (which is about what we’ve had), do we want to pay those kind of fees.  Not so sure!  Have to really think about that one.

While we waited for the tow truck to arrive, it was past supper time, it was HOT!, we were thirsty, Grizz had got his pants dirty…..and we opened up our emergency bags.

Well, there was water, there was some granola bars, there was a change of clothes, and a few other things we’d completely forgotten.  But were we thankful that we had these with us.

Lesson # 3 – keep those emergency bags complete and up to date at all times.  I’d been thinking about checking them, and so now I’m impelled to do so.  The only problem was the granola bars weren’t so fresh and didn’t taste all that great.  So now we’re looking for new ideas for snacks that will withstand time in our bags.  And also snacks that will be okay for Grizz.

During this, he checked his blood sugar. 

Newly diagnosed with diabetes, and having read that stress can raise blood sugars, and he should test 3 times a day anyway, he proceeded.  It was HIGH!  So he took his medication, and drank some water, but there’s little else to do to lower blood sugar.  But we do need to pack something in these bags that will address low blood sugar should that occur.

So once the tow truck had arrived, and the tire got changed, and we signed our life away to pay the bill (remember we were in the middle of nowhere, Canada), we proceeded on our way home.  We arrived safely, thankfully, and happily. 

Oh, and while we were waiting for the tow truck, a young man in his 4WD pickup stopped, purposefully crossing the highway and back-tracking to check to see if we needed any help!  How very nice it was to have people around who noticed and stopped to make sure we were okay, even in the middle of nowhere, Canada. 

So, after this long tale – all I really want to say is – BE PREPARED!

Blessings, Peg

Wednesday, July 17, 2013

Wednesday’s Words and Hodgepodge

It’s Wednesday again – hope you enjoy, and if you want to read more Hodgepodge, please follow the link on my right side-bar.

1. Picture postcards were first printed back in the mid 1800's and deltiology is the official name for postcard collecting. When did you last send a postcard? Receive one? Do you save postcards sent to you?  Do you collect and/or send postcards when you travel?

The last postcards I sent were when we did a cruise through the Panama Canal.  We started from Vancouver, and sent a card from each port along our route to our brother- and sister-in-law (wish you were here).  It was most interesting to discover that the post cards arrived willy-nilly, and some of them even weeks after we got home!

2. What treat do you most like to indulge in while on vacation?

Lazy breakfasts – just sitting and relaxing with no time constraints to getting the day going

3. Are you good at hiding your feelings?

No – I make a really lousy poker player!!

4. Does your town/city/county still deliver phone books to your home?  Do you check the yellow pages when searching for a local business number or has the Internet replaced the phone book in your house?

We still get locally-printed phone books, which are actually a fairly recent production.  The phone company also sends out phone books, which seem to concentrate on Yellow Pages.  But, the internet is so handy for finding phone numbers, we often forget about the books, and really the internet is more current.

5. Would you rather be first or last?

Well, I love winning so then I want to be first, but I don’t like leading, so then I want to be last (or at least somewhere in the middle)

6. July is National Park and Recreation Month (in America, but everyone can still play along)...where and when were you last in a park? Did you participate in any recreational activities while you were there?

Just last week we were in Manning Provincial Park, and the most recreational we get these days is a short stroll, which we did around the Alpine Meadows there.

PicMonkey Collage

7. What was one of your worst ideas?

That would probably be the impulse to have a sports car – when kids were all driving their own vehicles, and I thought it would be fun to have a sports car just for us.  So we got a TR7, commonly known as ‘the wedge’!  It was cute, it was interesting – most interesting when we tried to get in and out of it.  Now that was worth a big belly laugh!

8.  Insert your own random thought here.

In these summer days, the quilting groups and guilds tend not to be meeting, but that doesn’t stop quilters.  Especially this summer, when the two disasters that occurred in this country have got many working to make quilts to send to the victims.  But without meetings, where do we Show and Tell?  Well, there’s always our blogs

And then, Quilting Gallery, has it’s weekly Show and Tell – where quilter’s can show the quilts they’ve made, and as a bonus, there’s a give-away for both quilter’s submitting their photos, and for those who vote for the quilts.   This weeks’ theme is scrap quilts.  So I decided to submit a couple of quilts, and they’ll be up for viewing on Friday.  If you want to see them, and coincidentally vote for my quilts, please visit the Quilting Gallery blog over the weekend.  Who knows, you might win the give-away.

Here’s a sneak preview of my submissions:

Scraps for the Road                       Star Light Star Bright

94.Trailer quilt003

Enjoy the show!                        Blessings, Peg

Sunday, July 14, 2013

On the ‘net

The following were posted on FB this morning. 

Now I know why I like this ‘exercise’ so much!  It’s a true work-out:


This posting caught at my heart:

Saddest Garage Sale Ever

By Edie McGinnis

I’m not much on garage sales, as a rule. Heaven knows, I have enough of my own “treasures” that should be dragged out of the7_12 Blog sign

basement or attic and donated to Goodwill. But the sign sucked me in, and I stopped.

The sign read, “Quilts $5.00”

I almost didn’t stop. Surely a quilt selling for $5 had to be some old, used-up rag of a comforter that had originally been purchased at Wal-Mart.

Curiosity got the better of me, though. I pulled over to the curb, got out of my car and started poking around. There was the usual assortment of odd cups and glassware. Boxes of outgrown children’s clothing decked the edge of the walk leading up to the house.

An older sewing machine, still in the cabinet, had been put alongside a table that held a stack of hand-pieced, hand-quilted quilts.

I started looking through the quilts. They were all made from scraps, and they looked as though they had never been used.

The young woman holding the garage sale wandered over to chat. She had two charming small children bashfully hanging onto her leg.

“Let me know if I can help you,” she said.

“Tell me about these quilts,” I replied.

“Oh, those old things?” she said. “My husband’s grandma made those. I’ve never liked them. I think she just used old rags and stuff. She said something about making this one from Grandpa’s old shirts. It was weird; she didn’t even go and buy new material.

“I found a down comforter that I really liked at Macy’s. It has a matching bed skirt and curtains. I don’t know why anybody would want one of these old patchy blankets when they could have a pretty set that matches.”

“Oh, thanks,” I said as I quickly turned back to the quilts. (I’m one of those people whose emotions show on her face, and I was sure my mouth was hanging open in disbelief.)

It didn’t take much for me to visualize the grandmother. I could imagine her laboriously cutting out the patches for each quilt. I 7_12_blog_GFG

wondered how many hexagons she had cut for her Grandmother’s Flower Garden. Such tiny pieces! And the path she put between each “flower” was made of diamonds that looked to be about 1/4 inch finished.

The quilt that had been made using shirtings was a simple 9-patch. And I’m willing to bet that it held a million memories. They must have been every day shirts, and blue must have been his favorite color. The 9-patches were made up of squares of plaids, stripes and checks, with alternating squares of blue chambray.

How does one let family treasures such as these go? How can anyone touch a handmade quilt and not feel a connection to the maker? Why would anyone not save these for his or her children?

I didn’t buy any of the quilts. Instead, I walked sadly back to my car and headed for home.

I thought about all the quilts I have made and or purchased over the years. And now I am afraid of what might happen to these pieces that hold a world of memories for me. I wonder whether I have done a good enough job teaching my children to appreciate the work and time that went into each. Have I taught them the worth of handmade? Will they pass that onto their children?

I probably need to tell them about each quilt. They should know about the friends I have made and the fellowship that was shared as we stitched together an unbreakable bond of sisterhood.

Perhaps they need to know about some of the grief and fear that was stitched into some of my quilts. Maybe they need to understand what was going on in my life when I made some of the pieces and how quilting got me through some tough times.

Or maybe they just need to curl up under those quilts and wrap themselves in the softness and warmth. Someday, they might even run their hand over my stitches and feel the connection.

I’d far rather they would sleep under them, use them up, wear them out than stack them up on a table and sell them for $5 each. If they do that, there is no question in my mind that I will come back and haunt them.


This reminded me what my Sis-in-law said, just yesterday - when you give a quilt, let it go, no matter how it’s used, all is good as long as it’s used.  So I’m grateful to see my quilts used, however the recipients choose to do so.

Happy quilting!        Happy giving!           Blessings, Peg

Saturday, July 13, 2013


We spent several days cleaning out our garage, and decided we needed to be rewarded for all our efforts – so we went for a few days’ camping.  Not far from home, but to a campground new to us.

While there, we did a couple of day trips, to places we’d visited before but not for many years.

First to Manning Provincial Park, and up to the Alpine Meadows.  It’s hard to believe, in the chill up there, that anything can grow, let alone these delicate little flowers that bloom only for a short time in July:PicMonkey Collage

From the viewpoint, we looked down on the Lodge and reminisced about the days we visited here when my brother and sister lived and worked for the Park, and camping here with my parents and our young children:Viewpoint

Then to Lightening Lake for a picnic lunch that we picked up at the Lodge:


The next day we drove to the Hope Slide Memorial:


Nearly 50 years, and there are still signs of the destruction of the rock and mud:


As the sign says, four people lost their lives in the slide, having stopped because of a small avalanche.  When we were younger we were told of a bus that had just passed through the area, narrowly missing being caught in the slide, but I could find no mention of this on the internet of today.  But here are some facts that I did find:

Damage Caused by the Hope Slide

  • Approximately 60 million cubic yards of rock, snow, mud and trees tumbled 6000 feet into the valley below.
  • Outram Lake, located at the bottom of Johnson Peak was totally obliterated. When the landslide hit the lake, it forced the debris up the slope of the mountain on the opposite side of the valley, then back down to the valley and up Johnson Peak again (a sloshing effect).
  • Two miles of highway was covered.
  • The depth of debris in the valley floor was 200 feet.

Four people who were stopped by the snow slide were waiting for the highway crew to clear it out. They were buried by the landslide. Rescue crews only found two of the four people. The other two victims and their cars remain buried in the rock.

The Hope Slide Today

  • The rocks were too deep to move so the highway was rerouted south and now skirts along the edge of the debris in the valley.
  • The bare rock in Johnson Peak is visible from the highway and even more apparent when flying over the site on a plane. There is lay-by on Highway #3 (Hope – Princeton Highway) where travelers can stop, look at the site of the Hope Slide and read the commemorative plaque.

The two miles of obliterated highway was ‘temporarily’ rerouted, which has become the only highway through the area that most people know, or remember.

It was a lovely relaxing few days, prepping us for a living room paint job to come!

Happy camping!              Blessings, Peg

Tuesday, July 9, 2013


This was posted on FB this morning, thought I’d pass it along

Stroke has a new indicator! They say if you forward this to ten people, you stand a chance of saving one life. Will you send this along? Blood Clots/Stroke - They Now Have a Fourth Indicator, the Tongue:
During a BBQ, a woman stumbled and took a little fall - she assured everyone that she was fine (they offered to call paramedics) ...she said she had just tripped over a brick because of her new shoes.
They got her cleaned up and got her a new plate of food. While she appeared a bit shaken up, Jane went about enjoying herself the rest of the evening.
Jane's husband called later telling everyone that his wife had been taken to the hospital - (at 6:00 PM Jane passed away.) She had suffered a stroke at the BBQ. Had they known how to identify the signs of a stroke, perhaps Jane would be with us today. Some don't die. They end up in a helpless, hopeless condition instead.

It only takes a minute to read this.
A neurologist says that if he can get to a stroke victim within 3 hours he can totally reverse the effects of a stroke...totally. He said the trick was getting a stroke recognized, diagnosed, and then getting the patient medically cared for within 3 hours, which is tough.
Thank God for the sense to remember the '3' steps, STR. Read and Learn!
Sometimes symptoms of a stroke are difficult to identify. Unfortunately, the lack of awareness spells disaster. The stroke victim may suffer severe brain damage when people nearby fail to recognize the symptoms of a stroke.
Now doctors say a bystander can recognize a stroke by asking three simple questions:
S *Ask the individual to SMILE.
T *Ask the person to TALK and SPEAK A SIMPLE SENTENCE (Coherently)
(i.e. Chicken Soup)

R *Ask him or her to RAISE BOTH ARMS.
If he or she has trouble with ANY ONE of these tasks, call emergency number immediately and describe the symptoms to the dispatcher.
New Sign of a Stroke -------- Stick out Your Tongue
NOTE: Another 'sign' of a stroke is this: Ask the person to 'stick' out his tongue. If the tongue is 'crooked', if it goes to one side or the other that is also an indication of a stroke.

A cardiologist says if everyone who gets this e-mail sends it to 10 people; you can bet that at least one life will be saved.


And on the subject of health – wonder if there’s any need for a new recovery group?


Stay healthy!              Blessings, Peg

Sunday, July 7, 2013

Shop Local

Warning:  This post may get a little political!

We’ve all heard of the folks that encourage shopping local, for food, and I have no problem with that, if the food in question is available from a local source.  But that’s not what this is all about.

It’s about quilt shops, our local quilt shops, otherwise known as LQS.

As we travel, and opportunity presents, I shop at other than my LQS.  Each quilt shop has its own character, and there are often fabrics not seen in an LQS that just call out to be taken home.  Last year, we travelled across country, visiting 6 different provinces and 20 different states, and there were quilt shops in all of them, and I bought at many of them.  Even, early in the year when we made a trip to northern BC for my niece’s wedding, I stopped at a shop that is an LQS for my sister-in-law – and found some perfect fabrics for our DS1 and DDIL2 for their wedding quilt.

25.Wedding quilt

But as I’ve travelled, and chatted with quilt shop owners in Canada, they tell me of a disturbing trend, which is ringing a death knoll to many shops.

The trend?  More and more people are heading south of the border to do most of their quilting shopping.  Especially those of us who live within a short drive of the border, and easy access to quilt shops not far away.

Okay, I understand – selection, price, a road trip – fun, right!

But what of Canada’s LQS’s?  It was recently pointed out to me that in the US, fabric is sold by the yard, where in Canada fabric is sold by the metre, which is about 10% more fabric.  So, add to the price of a yard another 10% for the equivalent metre that you would buy in Canada.

That’s just the first consideration.  Then add a percentage for the difference in the dollar, which on my credit card statement just recently was as high as 8%. 

Okay, then now that $10.95 per yard fabric is equivalent to about $13.00 per meter.  Add to that the gas spent to get there, the lunch eaten while out, and you’ve probably spent more for a metre of fabric than you would in the LQS.

Now, don’t get me wrong, I don’t say you have to stay at home and shop.  As I said before, when we’re travelling, I take advantage of the quilt shops along the road, mostly because there’s variety out there – and it’s fun!!!  But, I do think we need to be aware that if we choose to shop for our fabrics and other quilt supplies outside of our country more and more, the Canadian quilting market is at risk of dying a natural death.  And what of the quilters who can’t go south to shop – because of their distance from the border, or because they are restricted physically from travelling?

So I say, support our LQS as much as we can, and keep them alive so everybody can keep on quilting!

That’s all I have to say about that!  And, having said that, I want to share with you my recent fabric purchases, some of which, I admit, came from our trip to California.

First, a fabric to go along with the baby animal appliques that I did back in April:


I have the whole alphabet, and a quilt in mind that will be a great cuddle quilt for a little one.  This one was bought in California, and I do want to mention that the shops that we visited there appeared to be struggling as well – and this panel at about 0.6 of a yard, cost nearly $10, so converted would be about $14 per yard, or $15.40 per meter, plus the exchange, so not a saving.  But a fabric I haven’t seen around here, and I wanted it!

Then, at a little, but fantastic shop in Washington, I found these.  This first one will be used with the animal appliques, and alphabet fabric, I think:014

And these I couldn’t resist, reminded me of Harry Potter, and I thought would make another fantastic kid’s quilt:


And this was just too cute to resist:


Then a few days after we got home, my neighbor stopped by to tell me she’d had an opportunity to shop at a fabric warehouse, in Canada, just an hour or so down the road.  She’d stocked up, and had lots of extra to share, at a good price, I might add.  So, talk about shopping local!  I went just a few hundred feet down the road, and came home with some beauties.  First, some basics:


And then these beauties:


I really have no idea what I’ll do with these, but they were just too pretty to leave behind.  If anybody has any ideas, please share.

Happy quilt shopping!                    Blessings, Peg

Friday, July 5, 2013

A Taste of British Pubs

The Chilliwack Players Guild has been active now for 60 years, as we learned last night at their annual production of British Pub Nights (which is in its 43rd year).  So much fun!

Cameras weren’t allowed, but here are some screen shots from their web-site:

Beer was available – of course, what else in a British Pub:


British Nights

Ralph & Liam_web

The gentleman in this picture celebrated his 60th birthday at yesterday’s show.  The cast had lots of fun with that!


We laughed and we sang and (some of us) drank beer!

Happy taste of Britain!                   Blessings, Peg

Wednesday, July 3, 2013

Wednesday’s Words and Hodgepodge

Home, and happy to be here after our trip, and hot to trot out my herald.  It’s Hodgepodge day today, and I’ll be linked up (click on my sidebar if you want to read more).

1. What's one simple small pleasure on your summer 'to-do' list?

This summer for sure another visit to our local show garden.  In the past we’ve had season’s passes and been out there several times, but early spring was so miserable around here, we put it off, then went on vacation for a bit.  Now we’re home and word is this is the last year for this lovely showcase, so will be trying to get out there real soon!

2. Do you have strong feelings or opinions about the immigration debate in your home country?  Feel free to share your thoughts, but please play nice.

There are times when I wish everybody could live in Canada – I do so appreciate the freedoms and privileges we have here.  But when employment gaps, at any level, are filled by brining people in from other countries before our own are considered (whether native to Canada or already immigrated here), I get a little resentful.  And when I hear that immigrants get a higher level of support than the needy who already live here, then I want immigration to stop.  Yes, we’re a country made of immigrants, and I have no problem with people wanting to live here, but not at the expense of those already here.  Charity begins at home, they say, and sometimes I think our government should pay attention to that.

3. What's something in your home or wardrobe that could be described as 'star spangled'?

Oh, not much.  Not being American, I don’t have American flag decorations around the house.  If we talk about ‘bling’, well not much of that either as I’ve never been much for sparkly.  I do have a T-shirt, decorated in some beads that say ‘ Men Confuse Me, CHOCOLATE I Understand!’

4. Is your house set up for a party?

Well, depends on what you mean by ‘set up’, but we can entertain a good number of people at fairly short notice, especially if they all contribute to the food LOL!

5. What is one never-before-visited city in America would you most like to see?

Ooh, so very, very many, but the first one that springs to mind is New York.  I want one of those t-shirts that says ‘I rode the Subway and survived!’

6. Your favorite red food?  White food?  Blue food?

Red – raspberries   White – banana   Blue – blueberries    Hmm….guess I like fruit!

7. What freedom do you value the most, and why?

Freedom of religion – to be able to worship at will with others of like belief without fear of reprisal

8.  Insert your own random thought here.

Almost two weeks ago, southern Alberta was hit with flash floods that affected many communities along the Bow, Elbow and Highwood Rivers.  High River is the city where our DS1 and DDIL2 live and have a vet clinic.  The whole city was evacuated.  Just yesterday the kids finally got into their house, we’re waiting word on the actual condition, but we do know that there’s a lot of cleanup, for sure in the basement.  We haven’t seen any pictures yet of their house, planning to head their way, once we know we can get into the city, to help. 

The clinic, at first was thought to have escaped the worst of it, but then this picture was posted on FB:

High River

When we zoomed in on the clinic, we thought it looked like there was a few feet, especially at the front, between the building and the water:

High River3

Apparently we were mistaken.  Last word is that the clinic will have to be gutted, so the kids are looking for an alternative venue to be able to open up again and serve their clients

We’re still waiting to hear from my uncle who lives just blocks away from the kids, beginning to get a little anxious, but at the same time with no report of illness or worse, we’re relying on ‘no news is good news’.

This has been so very devastating for so very many, and some have literally lost everything (there are reports that houses are not inhabitable because the waters shifted foundations), but we’re happy to hear that the provincial and federal governments are at hand and already beginning to help.  One more reason I love living in this country!

And there are many from out of province available for help, including quilters in BC gathering up quilts to send.

How very blessed we are!                   Blessings, Peg