seasons change

Only one week into September, I have already pulled out the gloves, scarves, and hats. There was frost on the ground as I walked to the bus this morning, and the flashing light above the old Molson Brewery across the street showed the temperature "1" degree. I still haven't gotten the hang of the the Celsius-Fahrenheit conversion, but I know what's freezing and I know what is hovering just above that freezing point.

Today is my first official day as a Pastoral Care Fellow at one of the Edmonton hospitals. Now that my work permit has come through (and been picked up at the border, which entailed a sudden 14-hour round trip drive to Montana), I can begin visiting patients and getting paid to provide spiritual care.

It's been a long journey to this point. The road trip to Edmonton was only a step along the way. And the adventure continues. And we are settling in and making friends, bracing ourselves for the cold and looking forward to the warm snuggles.