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Ferry Ride



We rode the Queen of Saanic through the large lily pads of the Canadian Pacific Ocean. "The Queen of Sandwich," my Grandfather mused as we drove onto the large B.C. Ferry. They must have forgotten a few letters...

Naturally, my first stop upon reaching the passenger deak was the restroom. A sign on the door read, "Out of Order -- Use Afts." What the heck is Afts? A quick run around the perimemter and the heckled Afts was found. The stalls were about 2.5 by 5 feet -- no room for dancing. I had to flush the toilet myself and turn on the water, which wouldn't stay on and the hot water was too hot so I had to turn the hot with one hand while washing the other, then turn the cold on to cool the temperature down and wash the other hand. Not only that but the sink dispenser broke into my hands as I attempted to gather the disinfecting suds -- I hadn't put so much effort into washing my hands in years.

Several luxuries I can hardly imagine living without: the Internet, my apple slicer, and motion sensors for public restroom utilities.



I sat in the Queen's room with the Queen of England (not Saanich) herself (in photo form) gracing the head of the boat. Welcome to Assembly Station A. In case the boat sinks we would first like you to all gather in a small confined space so then we can all swim to the life boats together. Oh look! An escape window! 1 foot by 1 foot. I don't think my snoring friend behind me would make it. He, I am sure, is a gentleman and would be the one solemnly crying, "women and children first!"

But I don't plan on sinking today, or having to escape the innards of a mass of floating metal through a one foot squared window.

There is something entirely too romantic about ferries -- even with snoring bald men and young children with ADD losing their minds. I have decided there are four things I will do with my first boyfriend: watch the sunset from the dock and then wait together for the stars to come out, go hiking, wear wool socks under our tevas, and ride the ferry.

Maybe I should work on a ferry -- putting aside my tendencies to get sea sick. The surroundings are beautiful and I bet you get to meet the most enchanting of people. There is a group of 7-8 seniors listening to an old man in a black nike cap and they are all just giggling like school kids. My guess is they were discussing the plausibleness of the ferry sinking because they all erupted in laughter after the captain just announced that we were experiencing "mechnical difficulties." Everyone meet your parties at the designated assembly station!

note to self:

CDs you need to buy:

Ace Troubleshooter: Madness of the Crowds
Sixpence: Divine Discontent
The Detroit Experiment
Hear Music Vol.9
Radiohead: Hail to the Theif
Third Day: Offerings II
Phantom of the Opera Soundtrack
Brad Mehldau: Largo
Ben Harper: Diamonds on the Inside
Mindhead: ...the new one
The Beautiful Mistake: Light a Match, For I Deserve to Burn
Noise Ratchet: Self-titled EP (boughten, good work self)

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In other news: I want to join the circus! We've been watching Cirque du Soleil on Bravo! and, can I just say, those performers are freakin' amazing! They are nothing but muscle and can climb up little poles then suspend themselves sideways and other amazing acts that are entirely contrary to nature. I want to be that rad... and muscular. haha.

Something is changing in my perspective. I was reminded this week of the necessity of a heavenly aim and thus rectified my focus (and continue to) and have seen small fruits from this new fertilizer. Primarily in the way I handle life's different everyday dealings. While looking towards heaven, somehow everything about me just falls into its proper place. Looking towards Jesus and not at my stumbles or the ruts in the path has led me to safer/wiser ground. It reminds me of mountain biking... in an article I read it talks about keeping your eyes on the path 10-20 feet before of you, not at what is falling under your wheel. This doesn't mean worrying over the future, but more remembering our final destination (heaven) and living like we need to to get there.

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A couple prayer requests I would like to share:

Pray for Dave, Woodinville's own hobo. We talked with him the other night and he is such a nice man! If any you have any extra clothes pack 'em in your car. Or... baked goods. Then give 'em next time you see him. I think he is a believer; he was super excited to get the mini-Gideons Bible I ripped from the baccalaureate. He said he liked to have the Word close to him, as he attempted to stuff it in his coat pocket. Yeah, cool man!

Pray for Marty, Sarah's and my friend from work. After hanging out with him all night at graduation we invited him to come with us to 18-28 this thursday. He is not Christian but pray that he experiences God in a HUGE way. He is experience oriented, Erin said after talking with him, and just hasn't experienced God yet... or doesn't know that he has.

Pray for my Great Aunt Lynn, she went in for some sort of back surgery today because she has been in a lot of pain. I guess they had to remove a rib or something... pray for a speedy recovery!

Thank you ever so much.

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and, Happy Graduation to all of my friends graduating from highschool this week and next! It gets more fun from here! buckle your Jesusbelts and hold on! It's going to be quite the ride!

yay for awesome websites!!

exactitudes

the hotornot.com of visual communication:

GoodLogo!com

Oh sick... I just wrote this huge massive thing on pentecost and the church and it was SO fun! (for me to write..) but blogger ATE IT!

so here's the passage because it's rad! get your own Bible out to check out how this ends....

1When the day of Pentecost came, they were all together in one place. 2Suddenly a sound like the blowing of a violent wind came from heaven and filled the whole house where they were sitting. 3They saw what seemed to be tongues of fire that separated and came to rest on each of them. 4All of them were filled with the Holy Spirit and began to speak in other tongues[1] as the Spirit enabled them.
5Now there were staying in Jerusalem God-fearing Jews from every nation under heaven. 6When they heard this sound, a crowd came together in bewilderment, because each one heard them speaking in his own language. 7Utterly amazed, they asked: "Are not all these men who are speaking Galileans? 8Then how is it that each of us hears them in his own native language? 9Parthians, Medes and Elamites; residents of Mesopotamia, Judea and Cappadocia, Pontus and Asia, 10Phrygia and Pamphylia, Egypt and the parts of Libya near Cyrene; visitors from Rome 11(both Jews and converts to Judaism); Cretans and Arabs--we hear them declaring the wonders of God in our own tongues!" 12Amazed and perplexed, they asked one another, "What does this mean?"

Acts 2:1-12....

HAPPY PENTECOST!

The Holy spirit was burnt on the church and we were given the ignitor to start fires all over the world...

Poem: "When You Are Old," by William Butler Yeats from Selected Poems and Four Plays (Scribner).

When You Are Old

When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;

How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face;

And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.

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