This captured smoke up Hester Creek is a result of drift smoke from the Similkameen. No fire is on that ridge.
Archives for August 4, 2018
One small crew from BC Wildfire still on the top of Oliver Mountain. Local fire fighters have returned to quarters.
Cause of the blaze:
1 report of some lightning strikes in the area today
1 report of a person seen on the hill prior to the fire
BC Wild Fire Service indicates it is human caused
Surveillance cameras in the area will be reviewed.
A model is a version, like a model A Ford. Henry kept improving his car models and found the model T worked well and was popular so made a huge bunch of them. I haven’t seen much of the models in between. Have you? I used to assemble and paint plastic 1:24 scale models of hot rod cars. My favorite was a 1929 Nash 1/4 ton pickup truck that was called the Blue Beetle. Fun times.
A model is meant to represent an ideal, something to strive for. Striving to be like someone else is a popular pastime. We set someone up in our mind as our ideal model and then attempt to emulate them or at least emulate their attributes and behaviours. Sometimes a person will even try to look like the model they have chosen. An Elvis tribute artist who wears nothing but Elvis outfits is an extreme example.
Some models are quite famous. Twiggy was a, to my mind, skinny girl. Tall too. Clothing designers loved her because they could accentuate the tall and slender attributes of their designs. Thing is, Twiggy was so thin that any girl who might decide to emulate her would need to go the eating disorder route to get even close. When we try too hard, invest too much, in emulating a model we lose ourselves.
The Desert Model Railroad in Osoyoos has over 45 computer controlled model trains in 4000 square feet of model space, all chuffing along on a big pretend landscape with model bridges and some 2000 models of people living their lives among it all. The model railroad train is a classic toy. A model home is where you can see and walk around in an actual house with furniture etc to provide the real experience.
Modelling clay is like plasticene used to make models of almost anything you imagine. Automobiles are clay modelled in full size, can even be painted, so designers can really get a feel for what they propose. One nice thing about a clay model is they can add a flared fender or slice off a tail fin to tweak the design. So a model can be a starting point to tweak into an even better design. So you are a model too. Wow.
The army sergeant didn’t like it that one of the soldiers would kneel by the bed every night to pray. It irked him so much that one night he picked up his muddy boots and threw them at him. One hit him on the head and stunned the soldier for a few moments. “Alright,” thought the sergeant, “that’ll put a stop to him!”
The next day the sergeant found his boots back at his own bed, cleaned and polished. He discovered that the praying soldier had done it. At that point it was the sergeant who was stunned. This was not the expected result. It was the sergeant who was stopped in his tracks, not the soldier. As a result the sergeant decided that he needed what that soldier had, a strong faith in God.
The best sermons are not always ones that are preached in words.
Returning good for evil puts you on the sunny side,
How many times did we hear the phrase “act your age” when we were growing up? What is it about life that we are supposed to be serious and well behaved, why do we always have to set a good example to others?
Being a very tall child I was always being told to act my age, the problem was that I was acting my age, I was only a kid, but a big one. Why should a child who is only six or seven be expected to behave better because he or she towers head and shoulders amongst his peers.
Once motherhood arrives we automatically act our age, we want to set a good example to our little ones. We keep our homes spotless, laundry never piles up waiting to be ironed but is done and put away immediately. Dishes are washed, counters are scrubbed and floors are swept, we mustn’t let our guard down in case somebody drops in and finds us wanting in our housekeeping.
Fast forward to waving goodbye to each of the children as they leave to build a life of their own, have their children and set their own good examples. Our four daughters were definitely slobs around the home, bedroom floors were covered with discarded clothing, dishes and cups would peek out from under beds and clean clothes were not put in drawers but left lying on dressers.
Our four girls were very close in age so they left the home within a few years of each other. However, a miracle had occurred, each one if them had transformed into the perfect housekeeper once they had homes of their own. I guess my influence had rubbed off, I had done my job and conveyed to them the way to keep house. However, once our nest was empty I found other ways to fill my time than constant housekeeping. Things didn’t get messy with no sloppy teenagers to drop things on floors, dishes were rinsed and put in dishwasher right away, laundry was just a once a week event and it was never left around to gather dust.
This was the age of freedom! I now found that I had time for friends, time for hobbies, time for me. Did I sit and weep in my empty nest? Yeah right! I had been ruled by home, children and job for many years, I had to be organised to get everything accomplished, now I was free. Dave was easy to live with, didn’t care if dinner arrived on the table at five pm or didn’t appear until seven. We could enjoy our meals on our laps in front of the tv and our viewing content didn’t have to be suitable for all ages.
We were free to pursue our hobbies could go in different directions if we needed to as family plans didn’t have to be first order of importance, we were free to be ourselves as adults, not as parents. We could afford to travel and had the time to do so, we didn’t have to arrange our schedule around family events or school holidays, we could now really act our age.
Last week we catered a party for over one hundred women, all retired, many of them over eighty. I’m sure most of them had been good mums, setting good examples to their children but now they didn’t have to “act their age” they could let loose and have a good time. Most of them were in outrageous costumes that they probably would not have worn years ago as they would not want to look foolish. However, with age comes the wisdom to know that life is short and we need to make the most of it, there are times to let loose, act silly and just get down to the business of having fun.
As I said before, Let the good times roll while we can.