Steffin Hill Extension

During my childhood, the longest our family ever lived in one place was from 1957 to 1967 when we lived on Steffin Hill Extension. The house had a large lot and a lovely view of the western Pennsylvania hills. It was while living there that I began writing letters. In this blog I continue the tradition, with irregular updates on my life and times.

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Besides being a freelance writer, Ted is a husband, dad, grandpa, and Christian believer. After getting his B.A. in English from Geneva College, he worked as a small town newspaper reporter and then in a variety of other occupations. He and his wife live in Calgary, Alberta.

Wednesday, June 11, 2008

According to some weather dude on a Spokane, Washington (where they had snow the other day) TV station, this unusually cold, wet weather is supposed to stay around until the last week in June. (At least he didn't say, "until the last week in July!). I hope the better weather holds true for Calgary too.

I've got my to-do list to attack today, including continuing research for my next magazine article. I'll be nipping to the library to look at some stuff.

Yesterday I contacted the service manager of a car dealership that's about a mile away and confirmed that he should have half-time driving work for me beginning the end of July. He's a nice guy and the place looked prosperous and well run. Cool.

Having all this freedom of choice with my time at the moment has been tough. Sometimes it can be hard to know just what one's priorities ought to be--or lack the desire to do the things one knows one ought to do. Praying for wisdom is part of the answer, but the other part can be just to make a list, even when not completely sure, and get moving. (My strategy: do the easy stuff first.) As you pick up steam, so does your mood and the fog begins to lift.

From things I've read and experienced I know that part of the Christian life is going through times when everything seems confused and it feels like you're wading through peanut butter. The key at such times, I've also learned, is not to throw in the towel (break out the goodies, flip on the TV, browse the internet) except when you really do need a break. (My default mode is to dive into such things as full scale retreats from reality and responsibility.) No, one needs to keep thrashing around for solutions, praying the best you can--sometimes not knowing what to pray--without turning into some kind of self-flagellating monk. Pretty soon, if you hang in, the lights come on and you again see where you are and what you need to do. Most importantly, you again have the sense you're Not Alone.

(There: having preached myself a sermon, I feel better...)

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