Tuesday, January 29, 2008

Now what?

As some of you good readers may have surmised by now, our lives have been revolving around hockey.  Well, we've hit a crack in the ice.  Adam has been out for over a month with a bad knee, and the earliest he can get in to see an orthopedic specialist is February 8, in Medicine Hat.  Yes, you read correctly. Medicine Hat.  I asked him the 
other day how he's going to get back in shape to get back into hockey, and he said he's done.  Yes, you read correctly again.  Done.  The boy who lived and breathed hockey is done.  So that's one down.

Stephen's team has continued to struggle, although by the end of league play they did manage to climb out of last place and all the way up to 8th (out of 10).  Warman came to Kindersley on Saturday for the first two-game round in the provincial playoff series.  The Klippers were soundly beat 8 - 3.  The coach, in his infinite wisdom, played one of the 
defensemen continuously - no, I mean it, one time he was on the ice for nine minutes straight - and Stephen got short little shifts to give him a rest once in a while.  We think the coach was punishing Stephen for missing the extra practice he called on Friday night, the night after their regular practice and right before two big games, the practice his parents wouldn't let him attend .  But we don't know for sure, since he still hasn't called us back.  Anyway, this amazing coach decided that Stephen and the goalie were to blame for the loss, and told the team so in the dressing room after the game.  On Sunday, the team headed back to Warman for the second game, minus one defenseman.  Yep, Stephen quit.  I guess he decided he had taken enough crap and didn't deserve to be treated like that.  It's hard to know exactly what a 14-year-old is thinking, but that's what I'm going with.  And I haven't seen him so 
happy in quite some time.  It's like a huge weight has been lifted from his shoulders.  I asked him last night if he regretted his decision.  He said, "Why would I?  I wasn't having any fun anyway."
So that's two down.  Oh ya, and Warman won 6 -2 on Sunday.

So now Derek gets two doting parents to watch his every move on the ice.  Lucky kid.  He's still having a ball, just loves going to practice and to games.  The team is remaining very strong, and has only lost one game this season, an exhibition game with a North Battleford Tier 1 team.  

Other than that, it's really cold outside.  

Thanks for stopping by.  Catch ya next time.

Monday, January 14, 2008

Farewell, good friend

               DON PHILLIPS   1957 - 2008

The Phillips and the Schraefels have been friends forever.  Clem spent lots of time out at the Phillips farm when he was growing up.  Donny was just younger than his brother, Norm, and
Clem, and they all got into lots of trouble together over the years.  Donny was diagnosed with cancer in November.  We were priviledged to be able to see him in Edmonton on Friday afternoon,  and had a good time reminiscing and laughing.  He was still sharp as a tack, and those 
black eyes were as piercing as ever.  He died while we were driving home that night.  We will miss him, but are glad for him that his suffering is over.  I'm not sure what heaven is like, but I keep picturing him having a grand old time darting around renewing old aquaintances, and entertaining one and all with his great stories!

Bev asked if we had any photos of Don, so Clem and I had fun looking through old albums last night.  Here's one from way back, a camping trip, I think.  Recognize anyone?

Don and Hilda lived in Calgary while we were there.  They came over for Christmas Eve in 1990, the first time I didn't come back to Saskatchewan for the holidays.  We had a great time!  I remember hassling Don about the fancy suit, but he said he had to dress up if he was going to church!  I can't remember what Don said just before this photo was taken, but it cracked Clem up.

I'm not sure why there were so many Phillips in Calgary this time, but they came over for a visit.  Donny told some hair-raising stories that night, sitting beside his mom!

I told Donny on Friday that Derek is his fault!  We went to Don and Carla's wedding in Fort MacMurray in 1997,  and apparently had too good a time, because nine months later we had Derek.  I love this picture of Don and Mary dancing at his wedding.

Rest in peace, old friend!  We love you!