Wednesday, April 30, 2008

Death of Van

Dead but still moving. My beloved. long suffering van has finally wheezed it's last breath for this family and has moved on to vehicular heaven in a mechanic's yard. After faithfully serving various members of the Thomsen family for 582,000 km, it's time came and it went peacefully. It was me who had problems with the peaceful part. My whole life turned upside down for a week after taking the van in to have a small thing checked and being told that it wasn't road safe and the whole front end was ready to fall out. Talk about unprepared. After madly searching the papers and kijiji for about 48 hrs, I risked driving to Edmonton, with the kids, through the worst snowstorm April has seen in 20 years and after being snowed in for 3 days, and shovelling some mammoth sized snow drifts, I arrived. Yes, I feel like I have truely arrived. I now drive a 2006 Nissan XTrail, probably the fanciest little wheelie thing I could ever imagine owning. My life feels complete. I have named her Alska (an Albertan derivative of the Swedish word for love). MUST POST PICS! (I'm having major problems getting camera and computer into house at same time)

The new doula-mobile has arrived just in the nick of time cause I would be pretty choked to miss my doula course this weekend cause of car trouble. Hence, the frantic race to buy a new vehicle. Ever since I decided to become a doula, it is true providence the way things have come together. It's like watching a path unfold before my eyes and simply having to step into all the wonderful things set before me. I will be taking a 3 day course this weekend, a piviotal point in my certification process, then I hope to do a little volunteering at the local hospital before my client's due dates arrive.

All this focusing and preparing and studying for the doula course has really brought out some creativity in me. I have a new love for being a woman and experiencing the joys and strengths and pains that are unique to WeMoon. But don't think I'm gonna start wearing pink! Speaking of pink, I have a dyer's problem with pink. It seems to occur far more often than planned (do I ever plan pink?) that my dyepots bubble along nicely, then suddenly turn pink. Well, it's not that sudden, but, for example, today I wound out a lovely white warp of slubby shiny wool and threw it in the pot with visions of Spicey Plum, Berry, and Nutmeg in mind. What comes out? Cotton flippin candy pink. Aaaaaarg! Dammit pink! Just leave me alone already!

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