Rock City Revolutionary Revival

November birthday girls.

Jay Thomas Rasmussen's baptism.

Mason and Daniel. Taught mason to say "Canucks Rock." U. Tom got Mason to say "Canucks Suck."

Aunt Sam, Wendy, Gran, celebrating Gran's 80th birthday at church.

The Edmonton team arriving for lunch at Gran's condo.

On a scale from 1-10, RCRR was a 12, escalating to a 15 at certain points in the weekend!!! U. Kevin left Fri. morning, hung out with Heather, then lunched and munched with Heather and Daniel. I arrived late, very late, 1.5 hours late, b/c a plane in Abbotsford was hit by lightning. I slept at Daniel's house that night, he changed the sheets on his bed so I had fresh sheets. Wow, what a great son!!! Had breakfast together, then headed straight for the Jerusalem of Canada.....Rock City. Celebrated my birthday that day, lunched at Gran's, did a little shopping, then had a party at U. Tom's and A. Kathy's. The next day......big events......celebrated Gran's bday at church, witnessed Jay Thomas' baptism and celebrated Auntie Kathy's bday. Pastor Batterink or as Mason calls him "Dr. Batterink" explained the events of the day this way. Here is Seenie, looking back over the events of 80 years. On the opposite end of the spectrum we have Jay, looking ahead in the unknown events. I like what he said. It was great to witness both on the same day. After church we feasted on a meal at Gran's condo....a meal made by Mrs. Cadrain. Gran's sister Fanny a.ka. Aunt Sam and U. Case drove down from Lethbridge to celebrate with Gran. Back to Tom and Kathy's for a fire, family and fun. It was a beautiful Alberta day, sunny, a bit of breeze, just perfect for outside. Before we knew it, we had to head back to the city and the reality of working or looking for work. I was so glad to be able to see Daniel, mom, brothers and sister, neices, nephews, grand nieces and nephews, aunt and uncle, cousin.......I'm going to change the scale of 1-10 and say...FANTABULOUS, off the scale, at the Rock City Revolutionary Revival.

An Update

It's been a week now since we arrive in Anges Water/1770. When we arrived we both got a good vibe that this would be a good place, and it has been a good week. It's like being on an island. We are surrounded by National parks and the ocean. This means that development is at a low. There are not many places to spend your money. Although food, gas, etc does cost a pretty penny. Accomodations are cheap! ($5.50 a night) If you stay a week you get the 7th day for free. That includes bush washrooms (out house of sorts), free BBQ's (electrical type) and an outdoor cold shower. Did I mention the very private beaches? Peter and I feel very comfortable here and have decided to stay for awhile. I've managed to secure a job a local cafe. So far I've been going in for few hours in the morning making a few beverages and always one for myself! Then I head to the library for some free internet. I also managed to get a library card! (Any book suggestions?) Beach and books go together so well! The cafe has said I will get a lot of hours once they get busy. Australians get about 6 weeks of holiday time for Christmas. Lovely. That means we will get a lot of tourists coming in to spend money!Peter has yet to secure a job but everyone that he calls said they have big jobs coming up in a few weeks. It would be great if he were to get a job but I think we can live quite happily off of what I make. During the day he takes long walks on the beach and putters with the van. We found an op shop in town and he's bought a pair of Auzzie work shorts. I will try to get a picture of him in them. (Something like Dad's cut off shorts!)Life here is a lot slower than we are used to. I think it will be an adjustment. Sometimes I am unsure if this is the right thing to do. But it is a 15 minute walk to the cafe from our campsite. The campground is quiet and the beaches are so secluded. We have yet to find a church but hopefully that will come. We have been thinking about Christmas and how we want to celebrate it. We would like to have something for the Advent Season. Perhaps a reading or something. Does anyone have any ideas for this?Last week we went on The Spirit of 1770 Cruise to Lady Musgrave Island. It was a beautiful day for going to the island. This is the most southern point of the Great Barrier Reef. We spent a few hours snorkelling. It never fails to amaze me. We were able to get a free trip by working for the company. Peter was put to work washing a boat and I was in the office putting brochures in envelopes and such. It was a great way to get to the island without dishing out a wack of cash ($160 each.) Since we are off the beaten track we had to get a new phone #, which I will email to you all. In addition the cafe said I could give you their mailing address in case any of you want to send a Christmas card! It's time for me to hit the beach. Sending our love to all!

On Behalf of Peter and Sarah

I'm sure you guys got the email but I thought I'd put up some pictures on behalf of Pete and Sarah. Easier to check them all out at once. Very nice photos guys!


Did you buy a boogie board?

HALLOWE'EN 2009

mom
My goal was to put Jeff's pic first....so I have some learning to do!!!!

Kathleen came by to borrow the $$$$$ bra!!!

Darth Vader a.k.a Benjamin Dieleman
Wendy the Wonderful Witch a.k.a mom
Wee wonderful witch a.k.a Lauren Dieleman

Jeff.....old man Jeff
Dressed up for SD pumpkin carving

very old man Jeff


Twas the night before Halloween and all through the house

Mom Wendy was scurrying, to decorate the house

Papa G was reading his paper, and I in my witch hat

Had everything settled, to welcome the goblins and bats

The candy was counted, the lights were ablaze

In hopes that the neighbour kids would arrive in a daze

Now all of this happened, without a hitch

It was the morning after, that threw us in the ditch

Papa G was in his Sunday clothes, Jeff and I too

When Papa G exclaimed, now what do we do?

When to our amazement, what did we see,

But two of our pumpkins gone, vanished you see

Right off the front step, very late at night

To be squished and squashed, perhaps even pureed.

It was Pete's old sad man pumpkin, and Papa G's ghoul

Never to be seen again, whisked away to Woodland school.

As we drove away slowly, ere out of sight

We all said together, what a great Hallow e'en night!!!