So Sunday we drove down to the snowy woods of Fish Creek Provincial Park, a huge park all contained within the even huger city limits of Calgary. This city is the same size as the ten boroughs of New York City with a tenth the population. Or so some dude said in the newspaper a little while ago...

Anyhoo, the snow down there (in SW Calgary) was deep--a foot or more--while here (in NE Calgary) it`s much diminished. Big bare patches and the like. (There still are great gobs of it in places, like in our back alley. Actually, back there it`s ice now, four to six inches thick. On warmish days it melts some, goes nowhere, then freezes again when the sun goes down...) Fish Creek`s closer to the mountains, which means, generally, more snow.

In other news...on Sunday, the church`s truly professional audio-visual, or technical, or creative, crew had put together a film clip of one of the senior pastors who`d learned a couple weeks ago he had serious cancer (not sure how serious). He talked simply, shedding a tear or two, about how it felt and about how, while shocked and jolted, God has sustained him. He spoke, very genuinely one could tell, of the `sweetness` that`s come as a result. Reminded me of what counts, and of the balderdash and sheer nonsense we live for, and base our happiness on until forced by circumstances to change. I`ve been having my own tough times (of course!) which have caused me, in my own small way, to get back to basics in heartfelt believing and prayer. How stupid, how dumb, how idiotic, is living any other way when you catch a glimpse of what`s comin` down the pike for us all, sooner or later.