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Another Day in Paradise

I finally gathered up enough gumption to watch the church service the morning of the shooting at Pulse in Orlando, 12 June 2016. It was mentioned to me, through an argument, that there was a mention of the victims and a prayer for them and their families. Yeah, not really. The event itself was not mentioned by name and the victims were not mentioned as being part of the LGTBQ family. Lady, you downright fibbed to me. Here is the part she was talking about:


Yes, I only included the audio, as the video is not the best and we really don’t need to see what the pastor looks like. In all fairness, I listened and watched the service from the following week, but alas, there was nothing. Well, I should not be too upset, as the fires in Fort McMurray were still raging and it was Father’s Day. Then I remembered, some of the fathers of those killed will never see their children again. Some of the men at Pulse were fathers, they would never see their children again. Some of the women killed at Pulse may have had children. Though these women may not be fathers, the children are without mothers.

Friends, Family Gather to Mourn Orlando Shooting Victims (2)

I forced myself to watch this commentary after listening to Nadia Bolz-Weber’s book Pastrix: The Cranky, Beautiful Faith of a Sinner & Saint. I read the book last year and was mesmerised, so I decided to listen to Ms Bolz-Weber’s narration on the trip to Vancouver. I was still going to church at this time I read the book and discovered a strong urge to kick love back into the church I was going to; the one this audio quote comes from. Hearing the blasé attitude, but genuine condolence, I was reminded there is such a long way to go for acceptance. I mentioned on Facebook (after posting a story about the limited acceptance of LGBTQ people in the “church”) that if it were up to one of the pastors in town, I would not be allowed to enter the building in which he preaches. The clip I have posted here alludes to my point. I had to edit some parts of the sermon, as they were rambly; bigly. The whole thing is also twenty-eight minutes long. (Reference to 1 Corinthians 5:6-8)

Your glorying is not good. Do you not know that a little leaven leavens the whole lump? Therefore purge out the old leaven, that you may be a new lump since you truly are unleavened. For indeed Christ, our Passover, was sacrificed for us.c]”>[c] Therefore let us keep the feast, not with old leaven, nor with the leaven of malice and wickedness, but with the unleavened bread of sincerity and truth.


There was a rebuttal the next week, but in allness, the damage was already done. When this was preached 12 October 2014, I was still grasping at what I was all about. I came out as bisexual the day of the shootings in Orlando, one year and eight months after this speech was given. I was fuming. My heart ached with the realisation the kids and adults who are silently identifying as lesbian, or gay, or bisexual, or transgender, or questioning, would not be welcomed in this place. They are to be turned away for the sake of the “church”. Do they turn away those who have been divorced? Do they turn away those who watch pornography? According to the sermon by this pastor, the church should be empty.

Maybe I am still looking for a reason for God? Then again, I will still find the same thing. People like me are not welcome here. I have found an ally; however, she is in a difficult place as well. We cannot talk to each other about our situations over a cup of coffee at the café. She says people here are scared. Scared of what? I know most of the people in Waldheim are not scared of Halloween, but they have an annoying habit of starting their candy hunt at three bloody thirty in the afternoon.

I am wailing over the same thing, and I am guessing you are getting tired of it. Lately, everything I read, see and listen to reminds me of the element I am missing. God is still here, only I need to look again.The other side of my brain says “no, Wendy, it is a creation by humans in order to explain the unexplainable.” You should be in the same room when I have this “discussion”, it is rather sad. I accept others and their beliefs in a deity, as my husband is a believer. There are progressive churches in Saskatoon and Regina, I know there are. Mennonite Central – the Saskatchewan version – is not quite ready. There was a gay couple married in the Osler Mennonite Church, so there is a hope, there is a light. I don’t want to say this, but Waldheim needs a good ol’ Enlightenment.

I will get right on that after I get my crafting table put together. I am tired and the town is tired. Mind you, it may be worth having another conversation with those who make the deals with God.

By the way Halloweeners, we don’t get home until 6.00pm, and don’t bother to sit on the front step when we get home; there will be nothing here for you.


(1) Waldheim Mennonite Brethren Church, 12 Jun. 2016. Web. 30 Oct. 2016.
(2) Campo-Flores, Arian. “Friends, Family Gather to Mourn Orlando Shooting Victims.” WSJ. Wsj.com, 19 June 2016. Web. 30 Oct. 2016.
(3) “How to Deal with Problems” Waldheim Mennonite Brethren Church. 12 Oct. 2014. Web. 30 Oct. 2016.

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Hey! Ho!

Happy Post Christmas!

This holiday was one of the best I have had in a long time. There has been some stress, which may not go away until the new year. For the first time Richard understands how difficult it is to live and work in a small town.

You cannot escape.

I will no longer be attending any church in this town due to a situation we find ourselves in. Things are better this way. I enjoyed the people and the setting of my new church, however, I have decided to file for divorce. Not from Richard! The physical church. My belief in the Word has waned. The couple’s therapy we were in did not work and now I do not trust it.

As I have said, we will not know what will happen in the new year. I cannot disclose the issue, but I am slowly wondering if Waldheim is really a place I can call home.

I am so glad Richard’s parents came up for Christmas. I cried after they left. Richard’s mum was fabulous when I had a slight panic attack preparing supper. The compassion and love they brought was great! We are so lucky to have them in our lives, and blessed to have them in our home. We could live anywhere, and this was pointed out without words.

Our issue with what is going on was talked about, but ended with cocktails and cheese dip.


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Richard asked if I would ever wear this shirt outside:


Yes, and Gladys is all set to help me roam the streets of Waldheim:


And when I get back I have to leave some food out for the Smurfs in their new high rise:


Almost ten inches tall.

(Almost ten inches tall.)

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My opinion on the article – Newspeak North: The Harper government’s war on language


My father-in-law calls Harper a dictator.

As I have said before, every person who is eligible to vote should, and you are obligated to vote, and vote for whomever you wish. Take into consideration what you are willing to give up. Granted some people have already lost their “privilege” to vote. That is a subject I will not try to explain here. I have already lost connection with some of my family over this and other political things, so the damage is done.

It is true that the books won’t balance themselves, as presented by Trudeau, but I would rather have my money used to bring hope and promise back to our country rather than know my money is used to stifle my Charter of Rights. Oh, Trudeau helped with that too.

The protection of abused women, the hope for an inquiry on missing Aboriginal women, the protection of the environment, and now the concern over refugees, we now (more then ever) need to concern ourselves more with a change of ideas, a change of government.

During our trip around the world (courtesy of Full Fest) a couple of weeks ago, Richard and I stopped at the Indian and Metis pavilion. Here we spoke to a woman promoting Moose Hide Campaign, a group of Aboriginal and non-Aboriginal men supporting the need to protect abused Aboriginal women. Though this was not touched on in this article, this is something that should be brought forward during this election.

The removal of protection on our lakes and rivers (demonstrated under Bill C-38) affects every single one of us. Much like the need for maths after high school – you don’t really notice it until you have to use it. Our primary sources of clean water and clean living are now being allowed to be polluted and ruined for generations, all in the name of monetary growth. Who can support that? Well, a great number of people in the town I live in; a farming community, with a few farms trying to make a go at the organic thing. I wonder how that’s going?

The deaths of Warrant Officer Patrice Vincent and Corporal Nathan Cirillo by two separate terrorists (and I will use this term only once) in October, 2014 did install fear in our lives and our hearts. There will always be people, whether through anger or mental illness, that will make themselves a danger to others. The increase in people supporting IS in Canada, the US, and Europe is staggering, but please remember, there are people trying to stop it. Mr Harper and his classmates in parliament have yet to recognise that. Some of you have failed to recognise that, as well. Bill C-51 was designed just for you.


I do not have the time or the energy to write about everything touched on in the article. My brain is on fire. I have touched on some if these things before, and I am sure some of you are tired.

As side note: The refugee concern us one that jumped in the queue as one election issue obviously not predicted. Though Canada has taken a number of refugees from Iraq and Syria already, time to help has arisen again. The knowledge that we are in recession “officially” does not matter. Those in dire need of protection and safety should be welcomed here. Some of these people are highly educated chemistry professors, some are illiterate farmers, some are elderly, some are babies. Sadly, some of these little ones never made it alive to their destinations. Those pictures, as seen by Mr Harper as well, make me angry. This is not just Europe’s problem.

As I mentioned before, you have every right and it is your privilege to vote. You can vote for any bloody party that is available for voting for in your riding. Here are the possible parties to vote for: Registered Political Parties and Parties Eligible for Registration posted by Elections Canada (one of the groups hit hard by the Tories in their removal of democratic decision-making, by the way).

I would love for the citizens of Waldheim, the good Christian town that it is, to vote against tyranny. I want them to stand for the rights of men, women, and children. I want them to support the environment. I also want someone there to put more gravel in the front of our yard – on the town side, of course.

Yeah, like that would ever happen.

Nikiforuk, Andrew. “Newspeak North: The Harper Government’s War on Language.” IPolitics. IPolitics, 1 Sept. 2015. Web. 03 Sept. 2015.


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That Woman of Waldheim

I am becoming a person of action. By action I mean putting up a sign.

OK, the video is rather bad. But it goes along with my spotlight post today. Tony, it has nothing to do with Jesus, sorry.

I have recently ordered an NDP campaign sign for Glenn Wright, our candidate in the federal riding of Carlton Trail – Eagle Creek in Saskatchewan. If you are not aware, Canada has a general election coming up on 19 October, 2015. This is another important step in the development of me becoming That Woman of Waldheim. I need to explain a bit of the reason and it is not quite what you may expect.

A vote for Kelly Block* of the Conservative Party, is a vote for Stephen Harper. A vote for the Liberal candidate* (who is not nominated yet as of 27 August 2015) under the leadership of Justin Trudeau is, well not bad, but laughable in Saskatchewan. Glenn Wright*, the NDP candidate under Tom Mulcair, is a more likely to challenge the Conservatives. I could easily vote for the Liberals, but I know there is no chance in this neck of the woods. Literally. The name Waldheim means “forest home” in German. *Please note these sites will most likely be taken down or amended after the federal election on 19 October, 2015.*

I think this is a bit on the side of snarky, with a touch of in-your-face. Living in a small-c and large-C conservative town, has been a lesson in humility. Yes, I have talked about fairness and kindness, but having been insulted and sneered at by people in town for not wanting to support the men in blue (Tory Blue, in this case), I feel I need to step up and out. The problem with this election is the refusal to vote for the Conservative Party. The problem with the election for me is the Conservative candidate was raised in Waldheim. Kelly Block was once the mayor of this town.

Not voting for her would be like not cheering for the Los Angeles Kings against the New York Rangers in the 2014 Stanley Cup Finals. Robyn Regehr, a player with the Kings (though he did not play due to injury) is from a town called Rosthern just down the road from Waldheim. Not cheering for LA was a slap to Regehr’s face (apparently), and extremely unhomie-like. I felt the wrath of those at my former workplace who lived in Rosthern. I stood my ground even after being called a traitor. Now, I am sure it was a joke, but …

Out of curiosity I asked one of my former co-workers why she voted Conservative. Now, the ridings have been realigned to urban and rural constituencies. Previously, urban and rural areas were together, possibly creating a false-positive in the voting results. At the time Maurice Vallicott, the MP for the riding (Saskatoon-Wanuskewin), was not too well liked, especially by this woman. He won by a landslide in the 2011 federal election, as predicted. When asked why vote for a man she clearly did not like, the response was one that brought fear: “I voted for Harper.”

Sorry ladies (most of the conversations about this subject were women), but if you want to vote for Stephen Harper, move to Calgary. That goes for you men as well.

I am in no way telling you how to cast your vote. You can vote Green, Liberal, Conservative, NDP, Canada Action, Communist, Independent, or Whatever. You may vote a certain way due to ideology, religious reasons, socio-economical issues, family history, or spite. I will not be voting Liberal due to Trudeau’s inept decision to not vote against Bill C-51. Tom Mulcair has one of worst attendance records in parliament, but I like the party’s stand social and environment issues. Elizabeth May (leader of the Green Party) tries really hard, but I can’t see her making much gain here. Stephen Harper, well, he has brought our country into recession – technically it was not in recession at the time of the election, but now it is.

I am supporting the NDP because Mr Mulcair, when he is present, has the stamina and presence that Justin Trudeau does not have yet. It is an age thing, to be honest. I support the NDP because they believe in the protection of my Charter of Rights and Freedoms in relation to my right to protest. Trudeau and Harper do not. Devaluing the Charter of Rights and Freedoms that Trudeau’s father Pierre helped bring forth, makes me sad. President Harper had a majority government, there was no chance a ‘No’ vote in the House of Commons would not have lead to a vote of non-confidence. He was safe.

He is scary.

Voting for the NDP is not a vote against the town I live in. It is not a vote against the hometown girl, it is a vote against a dictatorship. In fact, it saddens me to hear how a person is used to sell an idea based solely on their place of origin. If supporting the NDP makes me That Woman of Waldheim, then so be it.

Imagine what I’ll be called when I put my rainbow flag back up.

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Whoa It Down A Little Bit

Richard asked if I wanted to go to his church picnic in a couple of weeks. I thought about it for a bit, and reluctantly said ‘yes’. That is one of my many flaws, or maybe a piece of myself that needs to make sure everyone hears the correct answer.

I will go if my former manager and the woman who endorsed my manager’s visit my house are not going. That will never happen, so I may not happen.

For those not aware, my former manager took it upon himself to phone my house twice and visit my home in order to pressure me into attending a voluntary supper at his house in 2013 after (in a depressive state) I stated to a co-worker I did not want to go. This co-worker was my ride to the show.

I believe most in town know the situation. I have told a few people and even wrote about it – heck half of the office and related brokers must have read my ramblings due to the huge numbers of readers when I filed my complaint wih the CEO. No matter how close people outside and inside the workplace are, personal space is just that. Invasion for the sake of inclusion is technically against OH&S regulations. The woman who disclosed my disfavour at going was on the OH&S committee. 

Richard asked if I plan on avoiding everyone in town. No, that is tough to do. I had said I was brave and will not be intimidated, but that has not been the case. I know Richard enjoys the people that go to that church, even saying my former manager’s wife is a great person. I agree, but the situation with her husband has made things really uncomfortable.

I describe the situation as inappropriate. Luckily most of the people I have told, some attend the very same church as him, say the same thing. All agree I should have filed a complaint with the Human Rights Board, not just with the CEO.

I hardly think anything was done. As far as I know majority of the people involved in this whole mess are still employed there. I am happily away from that place, but my heart and brain almost explode when I go anywhere near the place. The office is across from the post office and the restaurant.

Should I go? I do not want to, as I am afraid. Not afaid of the blades, but of the potential to actually say some swear words at those who did their best at being worst.

How would that be for a Sunday church picnic?     


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Evaluate My Work, Not My Body Art

I am torn. I used to believe in self-expression, but thought it best covered when in “certain” circumstances. Now not so much. My opinion changed a while back when the good Chritstian ladies at my former workplace criticised the “people of Wales Mart”. Five minutes in the Darian region of Panama and a number of tribal areas in Africa would change their opinions on dress acceptance.

I would someday like to get a tattoo, but I won’t out of fear of not liking it in a few years, not due to opinions of others. Some businesses do not like tattoo expressions, long, glittery nails, piercings, oh, and so much more. My tattoos or earrings would in no way take away my professionalism and compassion.

Express yourself, please!

Ambika Kamath

When I was an undergrad, one of my reasons for wanting to continue in academia was my aversion to Western formal clothing. If I became a Ph.D. student and then a professor, I thought, I would hardly ever need to wear suits or dress shirts, and such a life appealed to me. I had seen academics of all stripes dress in all sorts of ways, and I naively believed that this signalled something very progressive about academia’s stance towards appearance: wear what you want, because you’ll be evaluated based upon your ideas and work, not how you choose to present yourself.

But a recent article in a column called Ask Alice (published on the website of Science, one of the most high profile scientific journals out there) confirms my naivete. In this piece, an anonymous academic who finds themselves in a “conservative place” for their postdoc, asks Dr. Alice Huang, “Am I crazy…

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BBC Radio 3 Told Me to Make Coffee




I did not get my coffee made until after listening to the reason I was up so early (just after 5.00 am). One of my favourite shows on BBC Radio 3 is Music Matters, which starts at 5.15 am CST. With the seven-hour time difference from Britain listening to radio programmes can be a bit complicated.

*sad face*

Today is #RecordStoreDay2015, as promoted by BBC Radio 3 and every single person on the planet. Unfortunately, I am unable to physically participate in the happy party as I do not have access to a record shop in Waldheim and a record player in my home (which is also in Waldheim). I do have a collection of purchased and inherited vinyl. I hope that still counts. Please say ‘yes’. Please!

I happened to go to HMV in Saskatoon on Friday and discovered the records available for purchase. I found a number of Pink Floyd, Led Zeppelin, and Otis Redding reissues for $35 to $40. I can get the same albums for $12 on iTunes. I am not going to file a complaint about the over-priced specialty albums, like the ones released by Ed Sheeran, Maroon 5 (if they have any) and the suchlike. I do have to point out that the need to release elpees should not just be for show or marketing, but for actual listening pleasure. Seventeen year old girls buying a vinyl album by Justin Bieber are not going to use their grandmother’s record player to listen to his sweet soulless sounds. I say ‘grandmother’, as their parents are most likely the same age as me – 40. And from my unscientific poll, anyone under the age of 40 no longer has a record player.

I have been looking for a turntable. The husband is not interested in such a machine, which rather bothers me. I have records that I have purchased that I wish to someday listen to. Sadly, the cost of a decent turntable and speakers are a bit of dollar; some systems going into the thousands. The best thing for me is to look through the charity shops, garage sales, and estate sales. My fear of the used system is this:

I am looking for something like this:

I am not too worried about sound quality. I listen to my iTunes collection on my laptop with the speaker that came with it. I have not need for expanding treble and bass options, just something that will help get the sound out. If I need to take a class to figure out what all the dials and buttons are for, I would rather forget it. I also need a space-saving device, as our house is not size-equipped for a monster of a system. I need one that will work in my craft room. Well, I call it a room, but it is actually just a collection of tables and a chair:

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(The water softener on the far-left will be moved in about 25-30 years, and the Ovaltine and the Swifer will be moved at the same time as the water softener.)

As most celebrate today with a sweet record find, I will celebrate with staring longingly at the ones I have previously acquired:

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Now, what you see here is all I have, and I hope I soon will an active participant, expanding my collection of awesomeness.

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What A Day


Relaxing after a long, busy, and hair-pulling day. Tomorrow is my last day at my last temporary assignment. I begin my first day of full-time permanent employment on Monday.

Tomorrow the husband and I are going out to supper to Boston Pizza then we are going the Persephone Theatre to see:


I am so looking forward to this. I know it sounds horrible, but we only get to live theatre only once or twice a year, primarily to the Station Arts Centre Co-Operative in Rosthern, Saskatchewan. We have also enjoyed the offerings at The Barn Playhouse north of Martensville on Highway 12. There are also great shows, often payment by donation, at the local community center or church. We have gone to more of these than the else.

I just convinced Richard that it is OK to go to the Symphony. Mind you, even though I am listening to new and awkward things on the Classical side, I  will still Baroque the night out if that is what is the Saskatoon Symphony Orchestra is offering. I will say that it has highly unlikely a go when single adult tickets are $38.00 a pop – and this is for third balcony. I miss the time during uni when music students got freebie (or fiver) tickets. As per the plays, some members of the symphony are students, so every bit counts.

I firmly believe the development of your life experience includes the arts. Music, literature, theatre, concerts, comedy, etc. are all part of it.

Richard suggested the play tomorrow night and I am so glad he did. I am excited!


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Let’s Get Back To What We Do Best

After a month or so of not really knowing what is going on, I now know what is going on.

Yay me!

My book has taken a bit of a back seat, or more like the camper trailer you keep telling your family you will use this coming summer. This coming summer has been coming for about twenty years.

I need to get focused again. Getting a permanent job will help with that. I have been suffering more emotionally and physically than I let on. My husband is proud of my stiff upper lip, but my insides are not-so-jelled jelly.


(OK, this was taken a while back, but this is how I have been feeling lately)

I have started my journal again; however, a start over may be needed. All the work I put into the concept seems to be slightly wrong. I have also been brought back to my musical roots. I am cramming stylistic wonderments of Jean Sibelius through to Thomas Adès, though the latter is not as wonderful as the former. I have so much to catch up on. The journaling seems to run smoother when I listen to Glenn Gould playing Bach’s Goldberg Variations rather than Matt Berry playing Matt Berry.

Reading has remained the one thing that has stayed at a steady pace. Transferring the energy I put into reading has not achieved a result. Not a good or bad result, just no result at all.

In the next couple of weeks I start my new job, which has been a blessing. My husband felt a huge comfort cover him when I found out. It is not in Waldheim, thank God!!! This place needs a bit of a cleaning of the house before I work here again. I still live here, but my experience living and working here (which will be discussed) does make for the 40-minute drive to the city a God-send. This place needs a Flashdance intervention.

But I digress.

I should let you get back to whatever you are doing. I will get back to Gaspar the Thief by David A. Lindsay. It is getting rather late to start another CD of Haydn symphonies. I am attempting to listen to all 106 (though my collection has 104; 106 is including Symphony ‘A’ and Symphony ‘B’) before the end of the year. I am on Symphony No. 35 in E Flat.

Well, I have a bit of time yet.

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