Little Hobby

I have a little hobby, a little game I play in my head... which surely my musician friends will understand.  Heck, they might even try it, too.

It's called: "What Chord, O Conductor?"

It is best played in a generally quiet, rural area, either early in the morning or late at night.  The Conductor mentioned isn't that of an orchestra, but that of a locomotive.  Yes, the game is thus:

Can I identify the exact chord played by a train whistle? (Extra credit is earned if no piano or other point of reference is used :-)

This morning, I heard the lonely wail of an A-minor-seventh (Am7) chord, in second inversion (E-G-A-C)*.  Each train's whistle evokes a different mood -- sometimes whimsical, sometimes weird.  But usually, they consist of 3 or 4 tones in a tight cluster.  I often wonder whose job it is to tune those whistles to play those chords, and does each "train-whistle-tuner-person" have their own personal favorite tone grouping?

If you know anything about that the train-whistle-tuning process, please post a comment.  In the meantime, there's music all around us... Happy listening!

* (Yes, I suppose this could be a C6 chord in first inversion, but I digress.)

No, not the one in Scotland.

Heading out to Eastern Montana, in a 4-seater Mooney, like this one.

Today's post finds me at the end of a two-day out-of-town tower-work gig in Glasgow, MT.  (Excuse my gratuitous use of hyphens.)  The daytime temp is in the 50's, the sky is clear and blue, and the wind is tolerable.  However, being on the eastern part of the treasure state, the topography is not quite as eventful as it is in lovely Flathead County.  Here's a picture I took... now imagine a 360° view of this:

...Yes, that's Valley County in a nutshell.  The upside of this terrain is that there's nothing — and I mean nothing — to obstruct the view of Montana's "big sky".  Taking in landscape like this makes one feel... well, in a word:  small.

Sunset

Here's another something that made me feel small today:

...Watching my boss climb halfway up a 200' tower.  Not for the faint of heart.  The highest I've been on an edifice was about 160'... but that one had stair steps.  And handrails.  Today, the boss-man had neither of those.  It was an impressive sight to behold.


Tomorrow, we head back home.  No one wants to stay in a faraway hotel any longer than one absolutely has to.  We'll have to come back here again soon, for there's more work to be done.  But since the Dear Bride is due to give birth in late April, these trips will have to wait, when that time comes.

Thank God it's been a safe trip.

We Did It.

Well, we did it.

One of the things we came to Montana to do, is done.

We have officially purchased our first piece of land -- "1.456 acres more or less" -- just outside of Whitefish.  Not only is this the first plot of land we've bought, it will contain (Lord willing) the first house we will have ever built...  which will also be the first home we will have ever bought.  Yes, this piece of wooded bliss will come to represent the end of 20+ years of paying rent.

Hallelujah.

Here's a picture, courtesy of Gogle Maps (boundaries are approximate):

"The Calvi Homestead"

As of today, our names are on the title.  Now it's our turn to "fill the Earth and subdue it."  :-)

"Many are the plans in the mind of a man,
    but it is the purpose of the Lord that will stand."
-- Proverbs 19:21 (ESV) 

Winter Plowing

(Little Miss makes a snow angel...)

Dear friends:

I have received word that our land tract of 1.5 acres has now been parsed off of Uncle Dave's land, and that we now have our own physical address!  One giant step forward.

Here are a few pics that our oldest daughter snapped, while we were getting ready to plow all-Winter's snow from the homestead driveway...

 

This is the driveway to Dave's pad... covered in 1-2' of snow.

 Around here, giant piles of snow means endless opportunities...

...to build Quinzhees!

Meanwhile, Dave and I got busy, putting chains on his tractor for the winter.

...And off he went, to plow a ton of snow off the driveway...

And then (as if the Google+ image enhancer knew what was going to happen :) it started snowing again, just as he was near the end of the driveway:

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Please pray for us, as we organize the myriad of details involved in building the "Little House in the Big (Mountain) Woods."

--Ric

The View from the Living Room window...

What in the world is a "Frolic"?

 Photo from AmishAmerica.com

I was talking with a couple of my brothers in Christ recently, when the subject turned (OK, I turned it :-) to the building plans for our home in the woods, beginning in the Spring/Summer/Fall of this year.  I told them that it became clear to me LONG ago that there was no way I could accomplish this endeavor with my pea-sized knowledge of construction (or lack thereof).  I then asked them, if I put a date on the calendar (say, over the course of some upcoming three-day weekend), would they come out and help us "raise the roof" and eat a bunch of food?  One of them, who's had extensive interaction with the Amish in both Montana and Maine, said, "Absolutely!  The Amish call it a 'frolic' or a 'work-bee' ".  They were both quite enthusiastic about the possibility of helping building our home, which came as no surprise to me, given the reality of the love and Spirit of Christ operating in their families' lives.  (Not to mention that they both have some serious labor forces in their families!  :-)

Then I got to thinking.

God has blessed me with such dear family-in-Christ in other locales as well, several hours' drive away, but reachable nonetheless.  I suspect there may be many who would like to visit Montana in the Summer (a gorgeous time to visit here; isn't it always?), and perhaps swing a hammer or heft a saw in productive fellowship on the outskirts of beautiful Whitefish, Montana.

So, here it is:

If you're interested in being a part of our family's biggest project to date, a labor of love that will represent the culmination of a lifetime of prayers and dreams, please consider joining our "Frolic" this Summer.  If you are seriously considering making the trip to join the effort and fellowship, please leave a comment on this post, or send me an email, letting me know when you might be available.  If you are unable to attend, please pray for the Lord's protection, provision and wisdom as we build.  This will undoubtedly be a very long project, overall, but we would be honored to enjoy your company for even a small part of it.

Thanks for reading, and I look forward to hearing from you soon!

Spring is looming...

Photo from JDPayne.org

...Yes, Spring is looming in the near future, and today I am feeling like a deer in the headlights.  For starters, I have a monstrous head-/chest-cold, that makes my head feel like it's in a vise, and my torso is tired from cough spasms.

But more notably, there are a LOT of things heading my way this Spring:

• The home birth of our 6th child.  All of our other children were born in hospitals, so this is a bit of a leap out of our comfort zone.
• The beginning of construction of our home in the woods near Whitefish, MT.  I know virtually nothing about house-building.  I'm very nervous.
• Both of my jobs really tend to ramp up in the Spring, Summer and early Autumn months.

I know I should be extremely excited about all these things, and I truly am, but it does feel a bit overwhelming at times.  Your prayers for health, wisdom, provision and protection would be greatly appreciated.

Happy New Year!

Truth & Fiction

Photo courtesy www.authenticfx.com
 

Disclaimer:  This post is unapologetically aimed strictly at fully-devoted Christ followers.

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I saw a video recently, whose producers went to great lengths to make something false appear very real.  All of the bystanders (caught on multi-angled candid camera, of course) were visibly and understandably freaked out about the staged "outburst" of telekenesis.  However, having been made privy to the actual and elaborate staging procedure beforehand, we YouTube viewers were nothing more than amused and entertained.  It's all in fun, right?

Well, think about it, for a moment.

If something genuinely disturbing and unprecedented were to be caught on camera -- say, the "stoning"/persecution of Christians on American soil in Dearborn MI, for example -- wouldn't the public have a similar reaction?  That is, being virtually unaffected, lulled into complacency by all things two-dimensional?  In other words...

...is YouTube (and its ilk) a benefit or a detriment to our pursuit of dwelling on "whatever is true, whatever is honorable, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is of good repute"? (Philippians 4:8)

Think before you watch:  Is that video clip before you, something about which you'd want have an uplifting spiritual conversation with Jesus -- if He were sitting in the seat next you?  Could you assert to Him, as King David did, "I will set no worthless thing before mine eyes"?  If I seem to be throwing stones here, just know that I'm aiming at my own glass house, first.

Have a fruitful day.

Ransacked!

Yesterday, I used the word "ransacked", and my 4-year-old daughter ("Little Miss") asked me,

"What's ram-sapped?"

I explained to her that it's when someone breaks into your house, and leaves a big mess, while looking for something to steal from you.  (One of my favorite little mental games is trying to break down complex words or ideas into a sentence that even a 4-year-old could accurately understand.  What can I say, it keeps me occupied.  ;-)

Well, that same afternoon, it became obvious that our garden had been "ram-sapped"!  You see, yesterday was, in the words of Winnie the Pooh, a "very blustery day".  Apparently our deer netting had blown down at some point in the last 24 hours, and our all of our kale, carrot tops and some of the outer leaves of our red cabbage were stripped bare by some wild and reckless herbivore. Even some of the parsely was gone... I guessed that devious creature wanted to have sweet breath after such a bountiful feast.  So, we pulled the carrots -- a fine lot of orange, yellow and purple specimens -- pulled the worst-hit cabbage and prayed that the kale plant, with its stalks intact, would continue to grow more leaves.  Yes, it is the end of the growing season, and the nights here are dropping below freezing, consistently, but the kale has been thriving in spite of the cold, and was producing some very dark, sweet leaves that we were thoroughly enjoying.  We'll see what comes of it all.

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Saturday, November 9th will be "hunting day" with my 14-year-old son (the "Man Cub").  I've read that the cattle on a thousand hills belong to our Great God... I'm hoping he'll bring one or two near to our muzzles, for a harvest.  Should we be blessed in such a way, I'll post pictures here.

Have a blessed day, and remember, "my God will supply all your needs according to His riches in glory in Christ Jesus."

Well Update

A couple of weeks ago, we had nothing but a 360' pipe in the ground.  As of last week, we have...  (drumroll, please):

Water!

Granted, we still need electricity to get it out of the ground, but we'll be working at that issue from all sides, as well...

Just thought you'd like an update.  Thank God for progress!

"Excuse Me."

"In the multitude of words sin is not lacking,
But he who restrains his lips is wise."
(Proverbs 10:19, NKJV)

You know, interrupting someone -- especially a peer -- in the middle of a sentence is, generally speaking, very rude.  A few days ago, listening to a gaggle of self-informed college students discuss the finer points of mobile hotspot (WiFi) connectivity, it occurred to me how often they would cut each other off with remarks like "I know, but...".  As a matter of fact, I've become irritatingly aware of how often I have been inclined to interrupt someone before they pause in their speech, even when my intentions are deemed (by me) to be noble.  So today, as though providentially reminded by the omniscient Spirit of God, I will endeavor to not interrupt anyone**.  I hope you will be challenged to do so, as well.

**(This does not include using parental authority to interrupt the occasional foolish/disrespectful talk exhibited by my children... Sorry, kids.)