Archives for November 4, 2017
The Okanagan pump price coming in at $1.39 despite not having the transit taxes Lower Mainland residents pay on a litre of gas.
GasBuddy analyst Dan McTeague said prices will hopefully top out this weekend.
“It may be a sign that things have finally hit their crest and they will start to recede, perhaps pushing us down towards below the $1.40 mark over the next several days,” he said.
McTeague blames the uptick on a shortage of gasoline in the Pacific Northwest combined with increased demand from a booming American economy.
Metro Vancouver residents are paying the highest gas prices in North America.
And the cost of the liquid gold is expected to rise even more.
The current average in the Lower Mainland is $1.44, but that is expected to break the $1.47 mark this weekend.
Both pictures are Oliver gasoline stations Saturday morning.
Source: Files from Castanet
To be clear is to have peace and certainty, but a calm kind of certainty. When something becomes clear to me that ‘oh yes, I get this now’ feeling shows up. Some will say that they are clear about their life. OK. What would that mean, actually? Life is a big topic to be clear about, at least to be clear about all of it feels pretty darn big to me. Maybe being clear about even one part is big. What say you?
To clear something is to remove the clutter, as in the garage. You don’t need to remove it all but set it in order, make open spaces, bring back the feeling of order and control. Clearing the mind is sort of like that too. I need to silence the thoughts that are in the way of clarity, that state of just completely knowing. Neat thing too is that when I am mentally clear I feel happy and light. Can clutter thoughts be heavy?
To clear the way has many meanings, well many descriptions. It can mean to remove the physical obstacles, like the kids toys. It can mean changing my beliefs. Harder to do. It can mean convincing the system to change some law or rule. And it can mean removing hecklers and nay sayers of every kind. Clearing the way is for pioneers, explorers and leaders of the highest order. It demands action. Are you up to it?
Sometimes clearing is a supposedly simple letting go. I say supposedly simple because we hear it all the time, about how hard it is to let things go. We are not talking about letting go of the door handle, but of thoughts, beliefs, scary things and ideas that do not serve us. Why is it hard to clear those? Some say that our ego needs such things to hang on to in order to keep us under its control. Sheesh. Did you know this?
The image of a clearing is, for me, a meadow in the woods, a place of quiet and beauty and gentleness. Haaahhhhhhhh, big exhale. Yeah, that kind of place. The experience of clarity is like that fresh breath on a frosty day, exhilarating and full of certainty, clear, flawless, nothing better. We can have two sides of clear, a clear question and a clear answer. Some avoid one or the other or both. You?
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About six weeks ago I was enjoying the luxury of getting my nails done at Beyond Bliss when a purse, hanging in the displays, caught my eye.
It was a woven fabric, in fall colours, and on the front was an elephant picked out in shiny beads, not my usual type of purse at all but it just caught my eye.
On closer inspection it had a smaller front zippered compartment that was perfect for smaller items and a roomy interior with one small pocket. Best feature of all it was half price, always a big factor in my bargain hunter’s mind. I do not feel I am cheap but certainly have a thrifty mind.
We were due to go on a vacation in a few days and the purse was just right for the job of carrying my day’s needs. It wasn’t huge about nine by twelve inches, but was roomy enough to carry my water bottle and anything else I may need. We would be doing a lot of walking among crowds so the long neck strap meant I could actually put the strap round my neck, so the purse could not be pulled from my shoulder.
Getting ready to go on vacation I put my passport and necessary papers in the front portion along with my glasses and a folding shopping bag. Inside the purse went my wallet, a book, snacks for the plane, an empty water bottle for filling after security,(remember my thrifty mind???) plus all the little things like tissues, a pen, miniature hand cream and lip gloss for the drying effect of the plane.
We spent four marvellous days in Washington DC then took a train to New Jersey, where we caught our cruise ship for a trip of the New England states and seaboard provinces, then down the St. Laurence for two days in Quebec.
My purse was wonderful, big enough to hold my ever necessary water bottle, and lunch for both of us for the three hour train journey. I also picked up a thermal coffee mug along the way as I hate drinking from paper cups, that also found its way into the bag.
Once on the cruise we spent six or seven hours each day walking in various ports and getting busses to destinations further a-field. We had fantastic weather and wore shorts almost every day but a couple of times I took along my lightweight jacket, it is both windproof and waterproof, so perfect for day trips. When not being used, it went into the bag with the other take along stuff.
One evening, on our return to the ship, I unloaded the purse onto the bed so I could find a particular item. The pile of stuff lying on the bed was enormous, several gifts I had bought that day plus the coat, water bottle, thermal mug, wallet and the other stuff I hauled around. I looked at the pile on the bed and couldn’t believe it had all come out of that small space. If you remember the carpet bag in Mary Poppins, where Julie Andrews pulled out a floor lamp and a hat stand, that is how I felt about the purse.
Back home to the usual daily stuff and the purse is just carrying my daily stuff, no need to use its unbelievable interior for carrying more than I need. However, I honestly feel it is the most amazing thing I ever bought and if I feel the need for some alone time, I think I could climb into my purse and have a quiet, cosy nap, with room to spare.
No Turning Back
At this time of year Remembrance Day causes us to reflect on the bravery of soldiers as well as the ugliness of war. In Scripture, life itself is often likened to a battle. The following accounts apply to those times when life feels like a war going on inside of us.
In the momentous battle of Waterloo Napolean’s army captured a highland piper. Intrigued by the determined attitude of the prisoner Napolean asked him to play a tune for them. He did. Play a march. He did. Play a retreat. “Nay, nay,” replied the highlander, “that I cannot do. I never learned to play one.”
General Washington and his army crossed a bridge at Brandywine Creek during the Revolutionary War. “General, shall we burn the bridge or leave it there?” asked one of his men. “We might need it to make good a retreat.” “Burn it”, was the reply, “we’ll have victory or death. There will be no retreat.”
While there is wisdom in some forms of retreat during ordinary life we also know that when it comes to the goal of our Christian life, the Lord will give us strength to keep moving forward.
Stay with it – it’s sunny up ahead,