Monday, December 13, 2010

Venerable Inuksuit

Chapter 119
As Simmy thought about the last 24 hours, she realized that all is well that ends well but in between... Holy Hannah... things can get directionally confusing if communication isn't kept up.
The timing of phone calls and the new habits of aging parents who have a new-found freedom that comes with being in the 'don't need to answer to anyone' time of life resulted in some moments of panic for Simmy on the weekend.
Sam and Simmy headed out to the country to check on the footloose and fancy free old folks.
  • They never used to leave the house until 10 a.m. 
  • They didn't go to church if it was -20 C. 
  • They usually checked in with, and left a message with one of their daughters if they left the province. 
After finding the old folks happily ensconced in their home Simmy listened to her Dad sheepishly explained why they had gone to church the coldest morning of the winter, so far.
Ahem! The preacher, that morning, lived across the street and, yes, was a second cousin as well...
After getting all the information, it was actually funny, VERY FUNNY!
As Sam and Simmy drove down a few streets of this small city whose origin meant 'keeper of wine or maker of wine,' they came across some snow art gathered into a sort of 'Inuksuit Village' on someones' yard.
According to www.inukshukgallery.com, inuksuit are monuments made of unworked stones that are used by the Inuit for communication and survival. The traditional meaning of the inukshuk is 'Someone was here' or 'You are on the right path.'
All the irony, of the old folks breaking with tradition creating some harried moments, was not lost on Simmy and the motto of this small city, in the middle of the prairies, rang out in happy church bell pronouncement.
... WHERE PEOPLE MAKE THE DIFFERENCE...or, for sure, neighbors who are preachers... Oy!

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