Sunday, November 04, 2007

Sunday priorities



So it’s one of those Sundays when I’m full of ambition but short on time.

Would like to:
  • Get bulbs in the garden
  • Read my book (The Birth House by Ami McKay – very interesting, especially in the context of the spouting off I’ve been doing about community-based health close-to-home)
  • Read the papers
  • Work on my photo albums, after making good headway at my first scrapbook crop on Friday night
  • Take photos
  • Go on a bike ride
  • Do yoga
  • Sleep in
  • As always, keep up with my online scrabble games and other Web 2.0-type activities.

Should:
  • Clean the house
  • Do dishes
  • Do laundry
  • Clean off the big long desk in the great room that becomes a repository for everything
  • Do some writing for work so I’m ahead of things rather than falling further behind
  • Do more unpacking and organizing


Must:
  • Procure lettuce for a salad I’ve promised to bring to Sandy’s at dinnertime
  • Feed and interact with kids (two of whom have seen me plenty this weekend after a marathon soccer game in Abby, birthday party in Coquitlam, Bee Movie at Silver City, Ikea stroll from Hell, McDonalds on the way home in Langley kind of 12-hour outing).

Obviously, there’s not time for all of this in one day. Must prioritize. Notice that it’s not pouring rain out and it is early November. Decide this means that gardening wins out in the morning, with the added bonus of fresh air and a bit of stretching to make up for the lack of yoga (because I chose coffee, several chapters of my book, and newspapers and bacon and eggs over the very beneficial Sunday yoga session).

So, do I leave the kids be zoning on screens so I can be more efficient in my limited time morning gardening session, or force them outside too, as it’s good for them to get fresh air?

Decide on the latter, which I know will affect my productivity, but Miles spends enough time in front of TV and computer when he’s home while Dad is trying to work.

So out we go, with the kids assigned the task of pulling out annuals, along with myself, while I prep for planting tulip and daffodil bulbs.

I KNOW I’ll get more done if I ignore Miles and try to hide the fact that I’m planting things, because he always wants to “help”, which takes way more time than me doing it myself. He comes over, holding a slinky that he’s found in his sandbox.

I decide that rather than fight with him or turn him away or divert him or (worst scenario) let him do the planting himself and really slow us down, I’ll incorporate him into the process. So, fifty times over, I dig a hole. He suspends the slinky above the hole as a tunnel. I drop the bulb through the slinky tunnel. It lands safely in the hole and I cover it. Repeat.

We talk about how beautiful gardens are. How the bulbs will rest for the winter and come out in the spring as beautiful flowers. How he loves tulips.

Together we plant faith in the future. That in six months we’ll still be here to enjoy those flowers. He feels part of the process. We work together, until Molly entices him away with a pile of leave to jump in. We have fun. Strike one task off my long Sunday list.

Friday, November 02, 2007

Whose Halloween is it, anyway?











This was written in reaction to a Facebook friend asking me to explain this status update: Anne is saying a society that pressures grownups to wear costumes to work and tells preschoolers not to wear costumes to school has its priorities mixed up!

(While I commend my colleagues for the creativity and energy they throw into Halloween at work, I just don't have the time or energy to do it justice most years. Really, this is all about my sense of guilt. Don't want to be a Halloween grinch or Eeyore, but I find it stressful enough to squeeze time into our busy schedule for outfitting three kids in costume without having to find a creative one for myself. I did pull off two pumpkin patch visits, a daytime tour through The Reaper's, and a theatre production (The Great Big Boo) plus some really fun trick-or-treating with our friends!)

There's a huge culture of dressing up for Halloween at UCFV among staff, especially on the Abbotsford campus where they have a huge party, but in Chilliwack too on a smaller scale.

(A lot of the people who get excited about this have grown children so don't face the Halloween pressures us working mums do.)

Sometimes I manage to throw something together out of our tickle trunk, but I just don't usually have the time or energy to do an elaborate costume for myself after tending to the kids' Halloween needs on top of the regular general chaos of our lives.

The one time we got to Value Village this month I had the four-year-old with me and it was his bed-time, so had to run herd on him while the girls tried to peruse in a leisurely manner.

My boss had a good-hearted idea for us all to be punctuation marks. My colleague Patty and I, the Chilliwack contingent of our department, were to be "en" and "em" dashes, since people often confuse us with each other.

But neither of us owned black clothing to put the white punctuation marks on, and Patty had a hippie costume already, so she wore that.

I dug through the tickle trunk this morning, but had one kid needing help gathering her science experiment material, and another needing orange clothes for Orange Day, and a husband with a 9 am meeting, so I ended up pulling out the old orange shirt for the token Halloween colours.

Was also going to be taking my daughter to the doctor at lunch time and thought I would feel funny talking about possible face fractures (she fell on her face) dressed as a clown, or hippie, or gypsy, or earth mama.

So that's it. Hunkered down in my office as the Halloween Eeyore.

But had fun trick or treating with my kids tonight, which is what it's all about.

Anne

Speaking out for community-based health care




(Written in reaction to stories in this week's Chilliwack papers about possibly downgrading our maternity ward so any mats with any risk would have to go to Abbotsford, which could have quite a domino effect.)

Dear Editor,

Your story about the possible closure of infant nursery beds in the Chilliwack hospital and the effects this could have is welcome and timely. It gives us the opportunity to ask, as a community, what kind of hospital we want for Chilliwack. I hope that most would agree that we want one that welcomes babies and children rather than turn them away.

Many in the community will be aware that it has been some years since we have had access to pediatric beds in Chilliwack. Children who are taken to the Chilliwack emergency ward and who warrant hospitalization end up being transported to MSA Hospital in Abbotsford.

The lack of pediatric beds in Chilliwack has made it hard to attract and retain pediatricians, since they can’t provide in-hospital care to their patients and must refer to colleagues in Abbotsford, and also don’t get sufficient challenging experience to keep their skills current due to the fact that all difficult cases must be transferred.

My son went through an eight-month period in 2004/05 as a toddler when he was hospitalized for asthma four times. Each time, after we were examined by emergency physicians or a temporary pediatrician, we were sent via ambulance to Abbotsford for admission (except for once when we were in the city when he went into crisis).

While he received excellent medical care in Abbotsford, I as a mother found being removed from my community very alienating and difficult. I was removed from my support network. My friends couldn’t drop in to relieve me or bring me food. My husband could only visit once a day because of the time and distance involved and his work and childcare responsibilities. My general practitioner could not drop by on her rounds. We had a different pediatrician assigned to us every time we were admitted (based on who was on call) and I had to lobby each time to be reassigned to my “regular” Abbotsford-based pediatrician. My son has been cared for by 10 pediatricians in his short life. Not great for continuity of care. I spent long hours alone with my sick toddler, who was connected to oxygen and unable to leave the room. I was reluctant to leave his room because to do so I had to leave him in a “crib cage” for his own safety. Being isolated like this with nobody to relieve me made a very stressful situation even more difficult. We also had to endure a scary ambulance ride down the freeway at the height of his crisis each time. (Because of the health concerns and distance involved we were afraid to drive him ourselves and just head straight to Abbotsford from home.) Luckily the weather was always fair for this drive. That’s not always the case.

(During the times we spent in the Chilliwack emergency ward, being assessed or receiving treatment, we were in close proximity to people with stab wounds and head injuries due to fights, and people detoxing from drug overdoses. Not the most kid-friendly environment. The suggestion to create a kids-only area in our renovated emergency ward is a good one.)

While it may more efficient financially and organizationally to concentrate specialized pediatric beds in one community in a region, centralization is not the best model for a holistic type of health care that includes the family, community, and doctors who know the patient.

Since the time of my son’s health crisis, we as a community have been lucky enough to attract two new pediatricians to Chilliwack. This means that for his ongoing health monitoring, we visit a specialist in our own community, who will still have to refer us to MSA if he goes into crisis again.

Now I hear that our fragile situation of re-establishing the presence of pediatric specialists in Chilliwack is in peril again because the Fraser Health Authority may be closing infant nursery beds in the Chilliwack hospital.

Again, the excuse is being floated that we have a modern new hospital being built just down the freeway.

As I understand it after a conversation with my GP, closing these beds could have a domino effect:

Since most healthy newborns now room in with their mothers, the nursery beds are currently only used for babies who need pediatric care and monitoring.

• If we take a way the beds for newborn patients, any expectant mother with any sort of risk factor will be sent to Abbotsford.

• If there are no beds for newborns needing pediatric care, there is even less incentive for pediatricians to stay in Chilliwack.

• If the medium- and high-risk pregnancies are all referred to Abbotsford, there is less incentive for obstetrician/gynecologists to stay in Chilliwack (another specialty that we have had a hard time attracting and retaining).

• If the obstetrician/gynecologists leave, there is less work for anesthesiologists, leaving less incentive for them to stay in Chilliwack.

• If the anesthesiologists leave, the general surgeons won’t have access to them in order to do their work.

• If the surgeons leave, we are left with more or less a glorified residential care facility, not a small acute care hospital.

• If the specialists leave, it will also be very difficult to maintain the excellent relationship CGH has as a teaching hospital for UBC med students and residents (several of whom I encountered and helped to educate during my son’s medical journey).

• And if we allow only low-risk pregnancies to be admitted and deliver at CGH, there is less incentive and opportunity for local general practitioners to keep their maternity skills active.

How long before there’s no maternity care offered at all? I wouldn’t envy anyone who has babies as quickly as I do trying to speed down the freeway to get to a delivery ward, especially in the inclement weather we can get here.

We could face a future where we’re driving down to the big beautiful new hospital in Abbotsford for almost every medical procedure.

Is that the kind of community-based health care we want in Chilliwack?

We have one of the fastest-growing populations of young families in B.C.
We should have a hospital that reflects that status, one that provides a full range of health care and specialists commiserate with a community of this size, one where babies and children can be born and treated locally and hospitalized in their community when feasible.

If you agree with this vision, discuss it with your physician and ask what you can do to help us realize it. Lobby your MLA and make sure he’s aware of your concerns. Contact the Fraser Health Authority and tell them you believe in community-based health care, not a centralized model.

Regards,

Anne Russell

Tuesday, July 24, 2007

An AWEsome experience with our whale friends








I'm one of those who doesn't use the word awesome lightly. I save it up for experiences like the one my little family and 50 others had on the Stubbs Island Whale Watching tour off of Telegraph Cove on Friday July 20.

Daryl and I had taken this tour in 1991 and I've been wanting to take my kids -- although Disneyland or Hawaii would be nice, in many ways I'd rather spend the money giving them experiences like this!

After several idyllic days camping (and kayaking -- even Miles -- but that's another story) on Quadra Island, we drove in torrential rain up Vancouver Island to Telegraph Cove, a well-preserved coastal hamlet that serves as a tourist base for kayaking, whale watching, and fishing.

Sprung to stay in a suite in a nice old house since it was still raining buckets and our camping gear was soaked from the previous night. Saw the folks coming off the afternoon whale watching tour and asked, "See any whales?"

A glum guy said, "Couple of humpbacks." You could tell he was disappointed at not seeing orcas.

I tried to shut down the rational materialistic side of my brain that said "pay hundreds of dollars to go see killer whales and we might not see them." Was already feeling slightly foolish for dragging us so far out of our way in the rain. But the kids loved the quaint village and funky digs in the heritage house (as did we all), we had a great seafood dinner, and went to sleep with tempered but optimistic hopes.

Upon boarding (with shipmates from Holland, France, Germany, US -- this was when it became more apparent to our kids that this was something pretty special), the captain and the naturalist emphasized the holistic approach to our cruise: it's great just to be out on the water, you'll see lots of natural beauty, and the whales, if we see them, are a bonus.

Pretty soon after launching we pulled up and stopped in the midst of a bunch of bald eagles. We see these a lot at home but most of the folks don't! And they are still magnificent to behold, especially in a west coast setting of cedars and rocks and water.

Then we pulled up near some seal rocks and enjoyed watching them slither into the water. Again a magnificent sight. We'd been lucky enough to see some a few days prior while kayaking too. It is such a joy to let routine slide away and just commune with these creatures out on the sea.

Soon after we saw the spray of humpbacks and spent quite some time revelling in the company of Houdini and her baby Ariel. This mother is leading a resettlement scheme for humpbacks in this area in the past decade -- a real environmental success story -- three babies in three years and seven in all! Very neat to see them spouting and their tails in the air.

Each of these successive experiences really could be said to be "enough" in terms of a way-cool wilderness excursion.

But then... the captain said, "If we want to see the orcas we'd better move along." They had mentioned earlier that they had been sighted that morning so we were all hoping!

Cruised along for awhile until we were adjacent to Malcolm Island. I was chatting about the history of saving the habitat (which I've been following for a couple of decades) with the naturalist while she kept her eyes peeled for the orcas.

And then she saw them in the distance and pointed them out. And they were magnificent from far away. We had been briefed that all boats should keep a respectful distance and that's where we expected to be viewing them from. Then she started to count, four orcas, no, eight, and let us know that this was quite a treat.

And then... they started swimming right at us. "This is not how it's supposed to happen!" she said, but then we all just surrendered to the majesty as eight or so orcas swam directly at us and surrounded the boat, swimming within meters on either side and UNDER it!

Even the naturalist experienced shock and awe. "Oh my god" was the phrase of choice among us all (Molly overhead the Frenchwomen saying "c'est pas vrai!") and I think most of us were on the brink of tears of joy, just for the unexpected experience of such a close communion.

"You realize you'll all have to pay more now," the naturalist joked, another way of letting us know that this was no ordinary whale watching! A Swiss whale devotee who's been on 300 expeditions said this was one of his best ever!

We then followed the whales at a respectful distance back in the direction we'd come from, and saw them do a similar swim-by of a lone fisherman in a tiny boat!

Our naturalist said that they were in a semi-sleeping state so they weren't vocalizing. This was a meeting of family groupings and we saw 26 orcas in all.

I was overwhelmed with positivity at having communed so closely with these beings. Molly had been right at the pointy front of the boat (the bow?) so got the full-on experience. Emma was with me standing up so got a great view and was in enthusiastic agreement when the naturalist suggested this was pretty cool. I think both girls truly had a transcendent experience. Miles was in Daryl's arms at the back and while enjoying the view got momentarily scared when they swam right by us. He took in a lot, remembering after that the baby humpback was named Ariel like his friend!

(Later, however, he got bored and wanted a story read to him while dozens of orcas continued to swim outside the boat window! Four-year-olds!)

We had an eco-talk on the boat about the PCB-levels found in whales and how we've got to get a handle on pollution, and were invited to adopt a whale.

As we drove south in the rain after I drowsily half-napped and let the magnificent whales seep into my consciousness again, enjoying the recent memory that will fade when the demands of the everyday world encroach again!

Thursday, July 05, 2007

My soccer hero



My soccer hero is Cheryl Hagen of Chilliwack BC.

(This little essay was read on CBC Radio as part of the BC Soccer hero contest and won us tix to the Spain-Brazil FIFA U20 game!)

This spring, after years of standing on the sidelines as soccer mom and
occasional kids’ coach, Cheryl decided that mums deserved to have fun
too. She hatched the idea of forming a team to play in the local
seven-a-side ladies league.

One night over wine she convinced myself and another friend to play, and then the campaign began. By week’s end she had 12 players recruited, ranging in age from 32 to 49.
The fact that nine of the mums had never played before didn’t faze her. She convinced our friend’s 14-year-old son to coach and we were off, practising diligently, showing up punctually for every game, and usually losing by a double digit margin.

We whooped when we occasionally scored, were jovial and motherly towards our much younger opponents, and had a vodka cooler ritual after every game.

We improved by leaps and bounds, bonded terrifically, and had a great
time taking time out for ourselves.

After not playing for 21 years, I was delighted to be on the field
again, so the Rosedale Rockers send cheers to Cheryl.


Our team cheer summarizes it well:
We’re the mums perhaps you’ve seen us
We’ve got three dozen kids between us!
Tired of being the carpool mums
We are here to have some fun!
Go Rockers! Play soccer!

Wednesday, July 04, 2007

Moon over Elk Mountain


Moon over Elk Mountain, originally uploaded by Rosedale Annie.

Ushering in Canada Day, July 1, and summer for me, when I can finally start to relax, focus on low-key family fun, nature, and the good life!

Actually enjoyed the luxury of standing out on the roadside in the dark for more than half an hour waiting for this moonrise, instead of being pulled by an external deadline. Nature's timeline for a change!

Monday, June 25, 2007

Kitten exploring


Kitten exploring, originally uploaded by Rosedale Annie.

Liberated from a hayloft and out in true nature for first time! We enjoyed keeping this kitten, now named Lucy, for Mum for two weeks until she could pick her up. Lovely to have a kitten in the house for awhile (except for her poor litter box skills, like she thought the couch was her litter box).

Tuesday, June 19, 2007

Marital dispute


Marital dispute, originally uploaded by Rosedale Annie.

The Rockers take on the husbands.

Wednesday, May 23, 2007

Clash of the daughters!


Clash of the daughters., originally uploaded by Rosedale Annie.

Sometimes our daughters play together (Anne's Emma, Cheryl's Carlee, and Verna's Susan are all on one spring team; Cathy's Kelsey, Trish's Andrea, and Cheryl's Cheyenne on another, not to mention the boys!).

Sometimes they play against each other. Here's Natalie (in grey) and Molly (with Sarah in there too). A friendly rivalry. Two girls from East Chilliwack whose families are friends and whose mothers play on the same women's team!

Friday, May 04, 2007

Adirondack back to nature


DSC_0024.JPG, originally uploaded by Rosedale Annie.

A New York publisher of a book about adirondack chairs wants to use this photo!

Country charm


Country charm, originally uploaded by Rosedale Annie.

Published in the 2007 Chilliwack tourism guide. Thanks to Jack and Ruby for the beautiful location!

Moon rising over Mt. Cheam


Moon rising over Mt. Cheam, originally uploaded by Rosedale Annie.

Published in the Chilliwack visitors guide, 2007 edition!

Mama the published photographer


Emma kicks, originally uploaded by Rosedale Annie.

Dad the graphic designer used this shot in the tourism guide, which I took. Nepotism does still exist!

Tuesday, May 01, 2007

Eye on the ball, catching my breath

Really enjoying playing soccer again after a 21-year gap, but get tired out pretty quickly. Happy to take breaks!

The flip kick trick?


The flip kick trick?, originally uploaded by Rosedale Annie.

Yes, we're having a good time on the soccer field these days. Not winning, mind you, but having lots of fun!

Wednesday, March 21, 2007

Happy to be playing, but also perhaps crazy




Happy to be playing, originally uploaded by Rosedale Annie.

Went to Cheryl's for dinner last night. Verna was there too, and Cheryl hatched a plan that had its beginnings last year at the great Holland vs. Canada match in East Chilliwack: join the women's seven-a-side soccer league this spring.

We went on a phone blitz last night, while drinking wine, and tried to recruit other mums who spend most of their time on the sidelines watching kids, not playing!

So we've got 10 or so country mums, most of whom have never played or haven't played much, signed on to play against what will likely be much younger, fitter, more experienced teams!

I was a soccer pioneer back in the 1970s and 80s, part of the first wave of girls teams, and very proud to be playing after watching my brothers play for years and being told girls didn't play soccer. We won the provincials twice, the western Canadian finals once, and got to the Canadian final, losing by a 3-2 score.

BUT, I am now over 40, overweight, with bad ankles and the beginnings of arthritis! I know I'm fit enough to play as I run and work out a lot, but I am worried about injury, so will be proceeding with caution and with lots of ankle braces and a knee brace!

Sunday, March 18, 2007

Grandma's birthday cake


Grandma's birthday cake, originally uploaded by Rosedale Annie.

Hosted Daryl's family for their first big visit to our house, combined with Peggy's birthday, and St. Patrick's Day. Emma had her hair done at another birthday party earlier in the day, and was very excited about wearing her green shamrock shirt.

Thursday, February 22, 2007

Me and Sting (and Stewart, and Andy, and a few thousand others)



The first group date that Daryl and I went on at age 14 was to The Police in 1980, with XTC opening. Definitely a defining band of our youth! Also saw in 1981 and during their big Synchronicity tour in 1983, and Sting alone in 1988. So thanks to Daryl's deft-mouse-clicking, ticket-buying skills, we're going again 27 (!!!!) years after the first one. Gee, Sting must be old by now!

Monday, February 19, 2007

Pleased with himself.


Pleased with himself.
Originally uploaded by Rosedale Annie.
His second time skiing. Age three and a half. (Didn't have camera the first time.) Put him in the daycare for the day, and they took him out twice and had him going independently down a little incline. Then at the end of the day I took him four times down the bunny hill, holding on to my ski-pole held horizontally in front of us. He loved it! Will be catching up to sisters soon.