Archives for November 30, 2018
Barn Fire – this week on Greasewood Avenue
Special thanks to Kim Laramee our neighbour for calling 911, alerting us that the barn was on fire and best of all saving the life of my mare by opening the gate and letting her out and away from the fire, there are no words to truly explain my gratitude.
Huge thanks to the Oliver Fire Dept. who the inferno under control so efficiently without the aid of a fire hydrant but the water trucks kept coming, fire and hay are a challenging combination – your team work is so impressive and we all should be very proud and grateful to have these wonderful men and women who volunteer their time.
To my wonderful neighbours Lance and Laurie Stevenson for their generosity, kindness and support I am so very grateful.
Thank you to my insurance agent Jill for dealing with things so quickly, the prompt arrival of Karin the adjuster who explained everything so clearly. Thanks also to Janis at RDOS who explained the procedure for clean up as well as making many helpful suggestions.
Also thank you to all the friends for messages of support and donations of equine related equipment lost in the fire. Every one of you has made this awful event so much easier to cope with
Bob Marley sings about jam’n in reference to a few folks getting together to sing and play music without structure or direction or an audience. Just jam’n. We kind of live a big percentage of our lives in the same way, kind of just going along, not fully conscious. And that can be OK in a delightful way. We can adopt the jam’n mode of living and enjoy it all more. Jam’n drops all those stressful (euch) rules
To jam together opens up all kinds of possibility. Improvisation is welcomed and celebrated. Want to play the spoons along with that person over there playing guitar, yes, do that. Don’t feel you sing well, great, hum or clap or drum your fingers on the table. Join the jam. Jam of this type is a unique one time, in the moment, expression of feeling. Whew, the relief of release and of being constantly welcomed
The jam we put on our toast is made from fruit. Take out the bigger seeds, like in peaches, mash the fruit to a pulp, add pectin, sugar as a preservative and sweetner, a bit of ascorbic acid (lemon juice will do fine, boil a few minutes, into a jar. Done. If you want jelly, strain out any lumps or small seeds etc. Jam is a little kid memory food. The memory of jam is also therefore an adult comfort food. Yum
A jam is when something is stuck because it is not aligned, as when a drawer that needs to be opened and, drat, it fights us all the way. That drawer is jamming. To be jammed into an elevator is to be squeezed into it like sardines in a can. A jammed freeway won’t let the cars flow. Too many cars for the capacity of the freeway (or folks for the elevator). Sometimes it is good to jam in one or two more, like when pickling cukes
While in a jam it can feel like I don’t have options to get unstuck. I can be in a business jam. If it is financial the bank may be part of my jam (and no, I don’t want to be stuck in an elevator with my banker at such a time). Something a bit drastic is often needed to dislodge the jam. If it is a river jammed with ice and logs, dynamite is appropriate. Other jams are easier. People in a jam need a hand.