In southern Saskatchewan, my home province, we’ve been having huge dumps of rain over this last weekend. We hear of natural disasters in other parts of the world, and the rivers flooding in Manitoba next to us, but it is fairly easy to remain detached until these disasters creep in closer to home.
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Aside from the two big tree branches which came down on Friday when it was quite windy, and it was raining “cats and dogs” as we sometimes say, I can’t really complain. My garden is thriving with these rains. (And yes, I’m tentatively planning a photo story next week to cover May and June’s changes).
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What it did was give us at the mission some pause for thought; we’d planned our annual fund-raising Walkathon for Saturday, the 18th. Arnold, our director, who is pretty good at making decisions, sent out an email on Friday night saying that we had three options. We should all meet at the Kinsmen Park on Saturday morning by 9:45 and the final decision would be made. Cancelling altogether was not one of the options he named.
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Katie and Harold, a couple involved with the mission who live nearby, had offered that we could have the BBQ in their garage. The option chosen was to do the walk, not from the north end of Spadina Crescent and along the Meewasin Trail beside the river to the Kinsmen Park, but from the park as far as a little beyond the Circle Drive bridge, and then walk into the sub-division where Katie and Harold live, and have our short program and hand out the prizes there over our BBQ lunch.
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I was not one of the walkers, but drove up and down Spadina, and got out to take some photos of the walkers, then went to our friends’ house, and sat in the car to total the donations that had come in and determine who was to get the prizes. It was more than $2000 more than we’ve ever raised before! I’m sure there are still monies dribbling in, so I’m not sure what the final total is yet. But financially it was very successful!
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As the walkers arrived I learned that two couples had started at the original starting tree and come from that direction. Our other walkers had gone as far as the agreed point, then turned around and went all the way back to the park for their cars. In the garage I counted 30 people as we ate the sausages on a bun with dressings, and a watermelon, and the cake Barb always brings, for the walk is also in memory of their son, Mark.
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There were fresh downpours while we were in the garage. About the time we were ready to disband and go home, the sun came out, so we lined up in the backyard for our annual group photo session. I put it up on the WTM site yesterday, WesternTractMission.org (3 men are missing; one had gone home, and two were taking photos).
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When I got home I dragged the two large tree branches to the back alley, and went inside. I decided I was tired and flopped across the bed for a wee rest. I woke up quite refreshed two hours later, so I got up and made a batch of pizzas to take to my brother Tom the next day, Father’s Day.
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