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Shouldering On

Posted in Family on August 6th 2007 by Randy Reichardt

.: Tomorrow morning my Mom goes into the hospital for shoulder replacement surgery. She is predictably anxious and concerned, as am I and the members of my family. However, my understanding is that this type of surgery is very successful and we are all hoping it will help her enormously, both in reducing the severe pain in and in increasing the mobility of her left shoulder. Some years ago, she experienced complications in that region resulting from bacterial infection, and it hasn’t been the same since. So Mom, I send you good thoughts, much love, and prayers for your operation tomorrow, and will be thinking of you tonight and all day tomorrow!

Jaw Breaker

Posted in Buffalo Tom, Family, Hardy Drew and the Nancy Boys, Hurtin' Unit on July 29th 2007 by Randy Reichardt

.: My holidays are coming to an end. I’ve been off for two weeks, choosing to stay in Edmonton and keep a relatively low profile. Last weekend my parents visited for three days, and we had a great time. Friend joined us on Friday and Saturday for bbq’s, and on Sunday night my folks attended a band rehearsal so they could see and hear us play. My Dad took a number of photos with my Canon A630 camera, and you can see them here.

On Wednesday, I went to the dentist, ostensibly to have work done on the lower left second molar – the last tooth before the wisdom tooth. When I arrived at his office, he told me that because the lower left third molar – said wisdom tooth – was beginning to emerge from the gum and was visible, it had to be removed before he could begin the crown. I waited while his receptionist called the dental surgeon, assuming an appointment would be made for a later date. I was caught off-guard when she put the phone down and said to me, “Can you go today”? I thought for a moment and said, “I suppose so, sure.” Forty-five minutes later I was in the dental surgeon’s chair, and he was freezing me for the procedure. It didn’t take long, but it wasn’t much fun. I learned afterwards that he had to cut the gum open, and then break the tooth up in the jaw and extract it in pieces. I needed extra freezing four times. I left with a very sore jaw and a swollen face and lower gland that in total was quite uncomfortable. I was given prescriptions for two pain killers and one antibiotic. It took about 36 hours before I began to feel some relief, and the swelling started diminishing by Saturday.

I wasn’t aware the wisdom teeth are normally removed in one’s teenage years. Being considerably past that stage of my life, I can’t even begin to imagine what this experience would be like if I had to have four removed at once. Ugh.

BTW, I can report that I am really enjoying the new Buffalo Tom album, Three Easy Pieces.  It’s so good to have them making new music again.  And in this article, it is revealed that drummer Tom Maginnis works for EBSCO – good God, there’s a library connection between the band and I!  (Even weirder, Bill Janovitz sells real estate.)  I so love this band.


Posted in Family on September 20th 2006 by Randy Reichardt

.: It was 54 years ago today that my parents were married in Winnipeg. So I want to wish them a very Happy 54th Wedding Anniversary today! Way to go, M and Da! 🙂 BTW, I arrived in the world some nine months and eight days later… I can also report that my Dad is doing well, so thank you to those who have been asking about him. Plus, he has a new car!

Temporarily Minnesota

Posted in Family, On The Road on June 18th 2006 by Randy Reichardt

.: Instead of being on the ground in Edmonton, I am in Prior Lake, Minnesota. Explanation: The flight this morning from Baltimore to Minneapolis was delayed almost two hours, apparently because a nail was discovered in one of the tires in the landing gear. We were placed on a different jet, a Boeing 757, which remained parked at the gate for 90 minutes after all the passengers had boarded. The late departure resulted in me missing my connecting flight to Edmonton, leaving me here for another 10 hours. I cannot articulate here how angry I was as this developed. This is the third time in the last four round trips I have taken where I have missed a connecting flight.

I am at my cousin Janet’s house in Prior Lake, a suburb of Mpls. I called her from the airport to tell her what had happened, and that I was essentially stranded at the airport. Janet drove to the Mpls airport and took me back to her house, where she and her husband Steve are celebrating Father’s Day with their two sons, two daughters-in-law, three grandchildren, and Steve’s father and stepmother. We just finished eating burgers and salad, and it is nice to relax and visit with everyone here. Considering the alternative, which was to hang out at the airport for ten hours, this is a much better way to spend the afternoon, which is with family, as Janet said. I owe my cousin Big Time for this – thanks, Janet, for saving the day.


Posted in Family, House on April 10th 2006 by Randy Reichardt

.: Last Saturday I took my mountain bike to United Cycle for a spring tune-up. In addition, the bike will get a new seat, handlebars called monkeybars, which are raised up a bit (easier on the lower back), and a new lock. It will be ready on April 18th. Earlier in the week, my dishwasher left this mortal coil, and a new one was delivered and installed on Friday, and works nicely. Thank God my income tax refund arrived just before its demise.

On Saturday I’m going to Calgary, to join my parents, who are flying there on Thursday. My brother Chris turns 50 on Easter Sunday, and we will celebrate with a nice Easter brunch, and a visit. Later in the day I will drive back to Edmonton with my folks, who will visit for three more days before returning to Winnipeg.

An Inventory of Being

Posted in Family, Poetry on February 27th 2006 by Randy Reichardt

.: The astonishing poem you are about to read was written by my first cousin (once removed!), Christina, who lives in Winnipeg. Christina is in Grade 9 at Windsor Park Collegiate, the same school I attended in Grades 11 and 12.  It is derived from and based on the poem, Ellie: An Inventory of Being, by Lea Wait. She wrote her version for an assignment, and received a mark of 20/20 for her efforts. Christina is an avid reader, and her love of the written word shines through in her poetry. When I read “Christina: An Inventory of Being” for the first time, I was astonished at the level of insight and creativity in her writing. With her blessing, please enjoy, and any comments received will be forwarded to her accordingly.

Christina: An Inventory of BeingI am Christina

I am fourteen years old.

I am a student, but only in school.
I am a young woman, but a girl at heart.

At my fullest height, I am 65 inches.
I have blue eyes, but they’re sometimes green.
My hair is light brown, but once it was brown.
Sometimes my hair is fancy.
But on other days it’s dull.

I’m one of two children.
Being the older one, I have more responsibilities.
I think.

I love to draw, but I don’t really share it.
I’ve drawn a couple pictures but am afraid to show them.
Yet, I adore art.

I love the outdoors.
But despise leaving home.
In the summer my house is empty.

I believe in God.
But sometimes I feel like he’s not there.
I go to Church,
But only on special occasions.

I’ve been called a nerd.
But then again I agree.
I love to read.
Some people hate it.
But they don’t know what they’re missing.
Reading is my life.
The air that I breathe are the words that I read.
I eat the chapters.
But paper doesn’t taste good.

My younger sister is sporty.
And I’m bookish.
My Dad said that she could run me into the ground.
And I said I could read her into the ground.

People nowadays judge by appearance.
And think before they get to know.
I don’t care what people think.
Especially about me.

I’m a proud Italian.
Yet I don’t like spaghetti.
I’m a proud English.
And dying for the accent.

Some people think it doesn’t happen.
But I think different.
One day it will happen.

My name is Christina and this is 2006.

I think my cousin Christina did an amazing job adapting Lea Wait’s poem to her life and its varying point of view, at the tender age (at the time) of 14.  Ms Wait notes on her website that she was thrilled to discover that her poem is used in creative writing classes over the years, and I hope that if she ever reads this one, she’ll be pleased with what Christina wrote in her own words.

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Of note is that Christina is already a published author – she had a short poem published in a Canadian anthology in 2005.