Silence

Last night, I was standing outside on my lawn at 3am - puppy on the end of a leash, the lawn crunchy with frost under our feet.  Standing there quietly, sleep quickly leaving me (for at least another hour, but that's another story involving children and not dogs), as I waited patiently for my dog to do his business. I noticed something.

Silence.

I don't mean it was quiet out, I mean it was silent. Not. A. Single. Sound. Silence.  Which is weird because we live so close to the highway; there's normally traffic noise, even at that late hour.

Silence is something I don't often here. The hum of the refrigerator, the drone, of the TV,  little children chattering in the other room...  my life is full of sound. But last night it all stopped for just a moment - it was as eerie as it was beautiful.

Then, in the distance, an owl hooted softly.
The dog finished his business and started sniffing through the leaves.
The furnace kicked on.

And just like that, the silence was gone.

I wonder if anyone else heard it?

You're still here?

I stopped by my Google Analytic page a few minutes ago and noticed that people are still checking this blog on a regular basis.  To which I thought to myself, 'why is anyone even bothering anymore??'

I suspect that the daily visitor is my husband.  He does it out of habit - you know, just to make sure I'm not up to any funny business.  Thing is, the funny business gets posted on Facebook, not here, Silly Head.  :)

So, since I'm here... what's new?

Well, beekeeping didn't go quite as p-  well, it just didn't go.  It sounds like such a romantic idea - all that nature, and outside, and making sweet sweet honey.  But truth is, it's hard freaking work!  And did you know that it's hot outside in July??  Like, really hot.  And then life with two little kids started getting in the way, and it's really hard to get to know how to do something well when you only show up once in awhile.  So anyway, I'm happy letting Dave be the beekeeper.  In the meantime, I'm trying to market it, or something.  Someone's gotta sell it I guess.  www.harrisonhoney.com

Puppy!  Long story short, I had a puppy fall on my lap and, in a moment of weakness, Dave didn't say no to keeping it.  I'm sure he's regretting that now, but, too late!  In a lot of ways, the puppy is a giant pain.  But also, in a lot of ways, this puppy is the best behaved puppy I've ever shared a house with.  I'm confident that he'll, eventually, be a really good dog.  Plus, girl child is in love with him.

Anyhue, that should keep you coming back regularly for another few months. 

Until next time...

A note from the universe

Today was money counting day at work.  It's my job, with a team of volunteers, to process the weekly church collections.  I've been counting these collections for 16 years.  We count for 8 churches, so there's a bit of money that gets processed.  I figure I've helped process somewhere in the neighbourhood of $7.5 million in my time here!

Today I was opening envelopes like I always do.  I pulled out a $5 bill, carefully smoothed out the creases to set it down, and noticed something scrawled on it in red permanent marker.

"Amy give back"

No, seriously, out of the possible 600 envelopes that I could have opened this morning, of 150 $5 bills that we shuffled through, I just happened to pick the one that said, "Amy give back".

Coincidence?  Yeah, probably.  I could certainly push it off as just that - a random, meaningless, coincidence.  There are plenty of 'Amy's' in the world; I'm sure that the author of the note had intended it for someone other than myself.  Coincidences happen all the time, and they're just that, coincidences.

But here's the thing, it's just one more thing to pile on top of the things that have been lingering in the shadows, waiting for me to act.

The tired Sunday School teachers who have been burning through the last of their energy trying to give a lesson to a bunch of kids who'd rather not be there, while I sit there with a head full of camp songs that could spark some life back into things.

Amy give back.

The increasingly 'missional' sermons being preached from the pulpit.  The messages that resound with 'we are the hands of God; go, do.  Be the light in the community.'

Amy give back.

The local playground where my kids love to play.  With it's run down toys and burned out committee that's out of ideas for fundraisers and has lost touch with how to get the community involved.

Amy give back.

The people who come to the door at work looking for groceries and someone to listen to their story.

Amy give back.

The local emergency housing program that advocates for, and supports the homeless within our community.

Amy give back.

The local soup kitchen that has lit a spark within the community to make sure that everyone has access to a hot meal 5 days a week.

Amy give back.


My kid who loves to play t-ball but isn't old enough to play on an organized team.  All the other kids and parents in the neighbourhood whom we haven't even met.

Amy give back.

All the local farmers, and producers, and entrepreneurs who are trying to  eek out a living selling their wares at farmers markets that I never attend.

Amy give back.

The entire idea of 'Third Place' where people long for, and need, and thrive, with not just two places in their lives (work and home), but also a third place where they can be social and find community.

Amy give back.

The horrible, horrible, horrible shootings and attacks that have been taken out on innocent, beautiful, loving people, that have left me frozen; unknowing what to do, how to respond, what to say, or how to comfort.

Amy give back.


It all points in one direction: building community.  Love your neighbour.
It's so easy to say 'I don't have time for that.' 'My life is too busy.' 'Not right now.'

I don't know...  I woke up the morning of my 36th birthday and noticed for the first time just how many grey hairs are starting to highlight my head; maybe this is my midlife crisis.  Maybe I'm starting to feel the need to make an impact.  Maybe I don't want to waste my time doing meaningless things.  Maybe I'm just hungry for community and a better sense of self.

All I really know is that if I wait for opportunity to come to me, I'll be long dead before I ever make an impact.  It's now or never; it's time to stop saying 'no', it's time to be involved, to start something.

Amy give back.

Clickity Clack

Way back when Dave and I were first dating, he helped me purchase a laptop.  It was a good machine; purchased refurbished, it had a lot of bells and whistles on it that I normally would have gone without.

I got a lot of mileage out of that machine; carried it a lot of places, did a lot of computer-y stuff on it.  But at some point along the way, I realised that my life no longer warrants a laptop.  As my life has become more rooted to one place, my laptop has spent more and more time sitting in one place.

So when the kids started pulling keys off it, and Microsoft started insisting on Windows 10 upgrades that it couldn't handle, and the battery charged it's last charge, I didn't replace it with a new laptop.  Rather, I set up Dave's old desktop in the corner of the living room, ...and secretly (read: loudly) wished for a tablet for Christmas!

The desktop does the heavy duty work - photo and video editing, spreadsheet and bookkeeping work.  And the tablet does the stuff I like to do in front of the tv - namely, facebook.  And catching up on the news, reading blogs, playing apps, taking pics of my kids, and reading books.

And now, I can add blogging to that list!  As a birthday gift I received a handy dandy bluetooth keyboard that magnets itself right into my tablet case.  It's taking a bit of time to get used to the new, much smaller, layout, but it's still lightyears faster than writing with a touchscreen!  First blog entry seemed to go well anyway.