Wednesday, April 16, 2008

I Think Next Time, Instead of Taking Vacation, I'll Just Take Sick Leave

So, we're in Kansas City.

So, Baby Girl is vomiting.

If you don't appreciate the irony of this, I suggest you look here.

We are here to see the beauty of God's Creation as most recently expressed in our niece and she is, indeed, wondrous. There will be pictures to Flickr after we're back home.
We are assured that Baby Girl's bug should only be 24 hours . . . if you don't count the anomaly of Uncle Ian who is now in his third or fourth day of sickness.
The goal now is for Jason and I to remain healthy enough in order to get near that little bundle of joy that is our niece.
Did I mention that we are people of faith who believe in a gracious and merciful God? (I mention that just in case God has a blog roll . . .)?

Oh, by the way, we've been here a whole year. Thanks for coming around and seeing us.

Sunday, April 06, 2008

I'm not listening . . . la, la, la, la, la

So, I'm blithely reading one of the various parenting blogs that I peruse from time to time and I had a reality check as to a blogger's identity.

I mean, we've all had this happen, right? At the very least, you have listened to someone on the radio, listened to those smooth, sveldt tones, gotten a mental image of who that person is . . . and then you meet them, or see them on a postcard, and all of your illusions are blown to smithereens. I mean, that voice shouldn't come out of that mouth, right?

On one of the blogs I read, one of the writers (and his wife) has recently had their second child. It's all very beautiful, and I like his prose style. He has retired from the rat race, is a SAHD, so I appreciate his not-a-woman comments, and, then, in the course of an off-hand sentence, I realize that this man is TWO YEARS YOUNGER THAN ME.

When the *heck* did that happen? I didn't agree to feel old when I started this thing called adulthood, did I?

Friday, April 04, 2008

Lord, What Fools These Mortals Be!

My Mom called me last night.

"New Zealand? So, when you leaving?"
"Next week, I thought."
"Oh, you ought to be able to get packed by then."
"I think so."

You all are too much fun.

Tuesday, April 01, 2008

A Poor Silly Fad?

I have a confession that has been weighing on my mind for some time. I have gone back and forth, trying to decide whether or not to continue to deny who I am and continue to have an existence where I am as you all know me, or, if instead, I am going to embrace who I know I must be and be true to myself.
I have to come out of the closet. For years, in my heart of hearts, I have known that I am a Kiwi: my heart belongs to New Zealand.
Now, some of you have known me some time, and you know that I was raised in the Midwest, so undoubtedly this comes as a bit of a shock. Especially, probably, to my parents, who undoubtedly are pretty sure I grew up in Missouri; Mom, all I can say is: at least Grandpa didn't know.
I have just always felt drawn to New Zealand. When I went to England, I was looking for a place to be comfortable, to be at home with myself. I went hoping to find that in the stone halls of Oxford, but, alas, while I drank as much tea as I could hold and learn to say things like "jumper" and "pudding", I could never get the hang of that little island.
I think it first came to me while watching Fellowship of the Ring. As I watched the majesty of the landscape unfurl from one scene to the next, I realized that I, too, was a native of this majestic scape, along with Peter Jackson and Lucy Lawless.
But it was not just the wilds of Mount Cook and the Southern Alps that made me want to be one with the Aotearoa-eans, it was also the democratically elected Parliament who still answers to the Queen of England. I mean, built-in bureaucracy with a salutation to Divine Rule . . . is it any wonder I've fallen in love?
Someone may need to pick Jason up off the floor. But in time, I think he'll adjust. I mean, there isn't a Presbyterian Church, U.S.A., in New Zealand, but how different could Presbyterians be in the rest of the world?
Now, I don't know exactly when I will be leaving, or how long it will take to transfer my citizenship, but I'm going to make a start right here, right now, so, raise your glasses high, me friends, and join me in my song:
God of nations! at Thy feet
In the bonds of love we meet,
Hear our voices, we entreat,
God defend our Free Land.
Guard Pacific's triple star,
From the shafts of strife and war,
Make her praises heard afar,
God defend New Zealand!