Last night temperatures were low and snow fell again upon the city of Pittsburgh. On these nights our downtown church offers shelter to the homeless. As a result, this morning as we joined the adult Sunday school class, we saw a few new faces in the social hall as we passed through.
As we joined the class and were introduced to the topic--Facing Death Faithfully, a couple of men joined us carefully setting their tattered backpacks to the side. One man pulled a worn Bible from his and set it gently on the table.
Introductions were made amongst the diverse little group. As we were prompted to read the Psalm 139 together "popcorn" style (reading for as long as one desires and jumping in as needed), the younger man finished the selection. He was a kid who openly admitted he had very little background--he was just here because he spent the night. He hadn't read from the Bible before, but he was good-natured about it, as he willingly jumped in. His voice was strong, thoughtful, and slow as the emotion emerged through his voice as he absorbed the meaning of the words as he read. As I followed along the power of the words was enhanced for me as I read it through his eyes. I paused and reflected more deeply as I was drawn into his emotion.
As he finished the selection and the discussion prompted us to explore our own wishes for our final days, it was fascinating to listen to the different perspectives. The man with the worn Bible was incredibly well read and insightful as he referenced verses that reflected his thoughts. He exuded an inner peace.
The spirit of Christ filled that little room this morning. I can feel the presence in my heart still. The retired ministers...members of the congregation...the homeless...my husband...all made me reflect from the heart. From many different places in life, we joined in an intimate conversation about a journey we will all take...death, with our only point of reference our personal experience with death thus far in our journey.
Images of the worn Bible carried by a man whose mother was a faithful Methodist though he was Catholic, a young man who had never opened a Bible, a minister whose face was lined with wisdom, compassion, and laugh lines who had spent a lifetime studying the Bible, and the tenderness in the face of a mother-to-be will reside forever in my heart of our humble gathering.
Sunday, February 28, 2010
After church today, we went to the new Asian restaurant in our neighborhood. Our waitress was excited that we were attending their grand opening. She was a young woman who was enamored with Chayse. In very broken English she asked me if Chayse was my daughter. After I confirmed she was with a big smile, the waitress again responded that she looked like me and continued with a comment about Chayse being beautiful like her mother. Eventually, we explained to her that all the children at the table were ours. In utter surprise, she exclaimed, "But you too young!"
I left her a great tip.
I left her a great tip.
Friday, February 26, 2010
Looks like home...
The snow is falling sideways. The trees are swaying in the wind. AND the snow is drifting. It looks like a snowy day in Big Timber.
Today's headline for the Pittsburgh Post-Gazette is weather related too.
Pittsburgh sees record monthly snowfall -- and more is on the way
For perspective, the record keeping started in 1884 in this city. Plus, I don't know how much more snow has fallen since this article hit the press Thursday night, but it is several inches.
For the record, the kids also didn't have school again today. However, contrary to previous snow days the call didn't come in until 5:36 AM this morning to inform me of the delay, and then followed with an 8 AM cancellation. We will lose a day of spring break on March 31 to makeup the day.
For the record, my kids have never experienced so many snow days on days that feel like home. We didn't know that people cancelled school for snow so frequently.
It is a record breaking day...and the rest of the weekend is still ahead.
Today's headline for the Pittsburgh Post-Gazette is weather related too.
Pittsburgh sees record monthly snowfall -- and more is on the way
For perspective, the record keeping started in 1884 in this city. Plus, I don't know how much more snow has fallen since this article hit the press Thursday night, but it is several inches.
For the record, the kids also didn't have school again today. However, contrary to previous snow days the call didn't come in until 5:36 AM this morning to inform me of the delay, and then followed with an 8 AM cancellation. We will lose a day of spring break on March 31 to makeup the day.
For the record, my kids have never experienced so many snow days on days that feel like home. We didn't know that people cancelled school for snow so frequently.
It is a record breaking day...and the rest of the weekend is still ahead.
Thursday, February 25, 2010
GPS
A few years ago when we were buying a new vehicle, the salesman asked me if I wanted the model with the built-in GPS. I laughed and told him I didn't need one in the middle of Montana...
Another humbling moment. Again...whenever I think I have things under control, I learn otherwise. Today Ron's new GPS arrived. We already own two; however, the older one costs more to update than a new one does...and updates are vitally important--particularly in a new location.
In Big Timber, we would have noticed if a new street was added or if a street was changed to a one way. Even a stoplight would not have escaped notice! This is in sharp contrast to unfamiliar metropolitan areas.
To illustrate the value of a GPS... I remember a trip into the heart of Pittsburgh to the Children's Museum during my first summer. I was still adjusting to using a GPS and my developing proficiency was still handicapped. Anyway, we were downtown in Pittsburgh and I missed my turn. Immediately the GPS rerouted me, but I realized that I was definitely taking the long way around a big park and the neighborhood was changing quickly.
Nikela was sitting in the front seat, and after a few minutes she quietly commented, "Mom I don't think this is where you are supposed to be."
This was easier before the kids could see the reality for themselves, and I could just distract them.
Feebly I respond, "Probably not, but if we follow the instructions more closely this time, we will be okay."
In my head I was so grateful that I didn't need to stop and ask. Evidently my facade was not effective either. Nikela knows exactly how the GPS works and can spot a turn from a distance. She is growing into an excellent navigator. The opportunities abound when one doesn't have faith in their mother!
Now I can navigate downtown Pittsburgh without the GPS. Of course, my ability to occasionally navigate without instructions is being rewarded with a new community to learn.
This little gadget helped me navigate a city that is famous for not being able to "get there from here." I still use a map every time I go somewhere new and always will. I like to have the full picture...not just the four inch screen.
Nonetheless, we are officially city folks with a GPS, but I like to think we still have rural common sense :)
Happy navigating my Flying Ace! Maybe Snoopy just needed a GPS to overcome the Red Baron!
Another humbling moment. Again...whenever I think I have things under control, I learn otherwise. Today Ron's new GPS arrived. We already own two; however, the older one costs more to update than a new one does...and updates are vitally important--particularly in a new location.
In Big Timber, we would have noticed if a new street was added or if a street was changed to a one way. Even a stoplight would not have escaped notice! This is in sharp contrast to unfamiliar metropolitan areas.
To illustrate the value of a GPS... I remember a trip into the heart of Pittsburgh to the Children's Museum during my first summer. I was still adjusting to using a GPS and my developing proficiency was still handicapped. Anyway, we were downtown in Pittsburgh and I missed my turn. Immediately the GPS rerouted me, but I realized that I was definitely taking the long way around a big park and the neighborhood was changing quickly.
Nikela was sitting in the front seat, and after a few minutes she quietly commented, "Mom I don't think this is where you are supposed to be."
This was easier before the kids could see the reality for themselves, and I could just distract them.
Feebly I respond, "Probably not, but if we follow the instructions more closely this time, we will be okay."
In my head I was so grateful that I didn't need to stop and ask. Evidently my facade was not effective either. Nikela knows exactly how the GPS works and can spot a turn from a distance. She is growing into an excellent navigator. The opportunities abound when one doesn't have faith in their mother!
Now I can navigate downtown Pittsburgh without the GPS. Of course, my ability to occasionally navigate without instructions is being rewarded with a new community to learn.
This little gadget helped me navigate a city that is famous for not being able to "get there from here." I still use a map every time I go somewhere new and always will. I like to have the full picture...not just the four inch screen.
Nonetheless, we are officially city folks with a GPS, but I like to think we still have rural common sense :)
Happy navigating my Flying Ace! Maybe Snoopy just needed a GPS to overcome the Red Baron!
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
Jelly Beans
Peach. Blueberry. Sour Cherry. Bubble Gum. Green Apple. Toasted Marshmallow. Margarita. Sizzling Cinnamon. Strawberry Cheesecake. Dr. Pepper. Cappuccino. Watermelon. Wild Blackberry.
Jelly beans kick a little flavor into life. Of course, I prefer some flavors over others...significantly. I still don't care for cappuccino, yet I feel like I am eating that one today. My neighbor is leaving for Jamaica tomorrow for her birthday. The neighbors across the street just returned from Florida. Another couple is going to head out on a cruise from the Gulf.
My husband is on vacation. Together we are scrubbing and painting the basement. No tropical setting for us. Just a bitter jelly bean. Of course, when our project is finished it will look fabulous and hopefully sizzle our home into a hot commodity when it is time to sell.
In the meantime, I am going to munch on some tropical jelly beans (yes, I am intentionally avoiding cappuccino) and look to the future...perhaps I will be able to find the flavor of California! Or at least a little sunshine!
Jelly beans kick a little flavor into life. Of course, I prefer some flavors over others...significantly. I still don't care for cappuccino, yet I feel like I am eating that one today. My neighbor is leaving for Jamaica tomorrow for her birthday. The neighbors across the street just returned from Florida. Another couple is going to head out on a cruise from the Gulf.
My husband is on vacation. Together we are scrubbing and painting the basement. No tropical setting for us. Just a bitter jelly bean. Of course, when our project is finished it will look fabulous and hopefully sizzle our home into a hot commodity when it is time to sell.
In the meantime, I am going to munch on some tropical jelly beans (yes, I am intentionally avoiding cappuccino) and look to the future...perhaps I will be able to find the flavor of California! Or at least a little sunshine!
Sunday, February 21, 2010
49ers
"Thar's gold in them thar hills!" echoed around the world after gold was discovered in California in January of 1848. By 1849 a flood of folks responded to the call. The call of gold forever changed the frontier of California leaving behind cities that would be built in the wake.
Thus emerged the 49ers...a reference to all the gold seekers who arrived in 1849, but remains in use today in reference to San Francisco's pro football team.
Many folks here in Pittsburgh are making sure we don't leave the beloved Steelers behind in 49er country. Both teams have a rich history. Both were based on mining industries. Both were filled with immigrants trying to fulfill dreams of a better life for their families and the sacrifices...sometimes with their lives...along the way.
Of course, gold rush country feels a bit like home, as the gold rush in the Black Hills arrived in 1874 with Custer's expedition. The miners flocked to the area. Lead would emerge as the richest ore vein, and eventually would become home to Homestake mining company in 1876. Investors from the gold fields of California would bring the capital to operate the mine, and they would make another fortune. The mine would survive for 125 years.
We were there in 1998 when Homestake Mining Company would begin laying off employees until 2001 when the mine officially closed. Ron started his mining career here at the age of 19. His grandfather and great uncles worked at this mine. His cousins were still there when Ron was. The boom and bust of mining was familiar to us by this time, so we headed to Montana where a new mine utilizing the technology of the tunnel boring machine would bring new adventures. This opened the mining world further for Ron, as mining under cities to create tunnels for utilities and transportation was a growing market in the US. Minneapolis was the first stop and then Pittsburgh. Though I would be remiss to fail to mention the hundreds of coal mines in the Pittsburgh area that fueled the steel mills, though Ron has never worked in the coal mines.
Ultimately, generations of miners around the world have worked hard and died young. Their sacrifices have made the industry safer, though it still struggles with a rough and tumble reputation.
So the gold rush may be over, but the call to mining adventure is still strong around the world, and I am grateful we over 150 years behind the gold rush though we are still headed West...but thankfully, I will ride in comfort...not on a ship thorugh Panama or across the country in a covered wagon. Progress. Instead I will complain about the price of gas and the days it will take...rather than worry about good grass, water, food, and weather for months...
Perhaps I will just quietly buy a few new DVDs for the kids! Though I am going to complain about the cost of a "shanty" in California!!
Thus emerged the 49ers...a reference to all the gold seekers who arrived in 1849, but remains in use today in reference to San Francisco's pro football team.
Many folks here in Pittsburgh are making sure we don't leave the beloved Steelers behind in 49er country. Both teams have a rich history. Both were based on mining industries. Both were filled with immigrants trying to fulfill dreams of a better life for their families and the sacrifices...sometimes with their lives...along the way.
Of course, gold rush country feels a bit like home, as the gold rush in the Black Hills arrived in 1874 with Custer's expedition. The miners flocked to the area. Lead would emerge as the richest ore vein, and eventually would become home to Homestake mining company in 1876. Investors from the gold fields of California would bring the capital to operate the mine, and they would make another fortune. The mine would survive for 125 years.
We were there in 1998 when Homestake Mining Company would begin laying off employees until 2001 when the mine officially closed. Ron started his mining career here at the age of 19. His grandfather and great uncles worked at this mine. His cousins were still there when Ron was. The boom and bust of mining was familiar to us by this time, so we headed to Montana where a new mine utilizing the technology of the tunnel boring machine would bring new adventures. This opened the mining world further for Ron, as mining under cities to create tunnels for utilities and transportation was a growing market in the US. Minneapolis was the first stop and then Pittsburgh. Though I would be remiss to fail to mention the hundreds of coal mines in the Pittsburgh area that fueled the steel mills, though Ron has never worked in the coal mines.
Ultimately, generations of miners around the world have worked hard and died young. Their sacrifices have made the industry safer, though it still struggles with a rough and tumble reputation.
So the gold rush may be over, but the call to mining adventure is still strong around the world, and I am grateful we over 150 years behind the gold rush though we are still headed West...but thankfully, I will ride in comfort...not on a ship thorugh Panama or across the country in a covered wagon. Progress. Instead I will complain about the price of gas and the days it will take...rather than worry about good grass, water, food, and weather for months...
Perhaps I will just quietly buy a few new DVDs for the kids! Though I am going to complain about the cost of a "shanty" in California!!
Thursday, February 18, 2010
North Shore
Today is my Flying Ace's last day of work. Yesterday, as we shared lunch together, several of his colleagues came in. As he introduced me, I listened quietly, as they graciously shared stories of Ron and his skill. Through the years, I have become accustomed to employees and colleagues sharing their thoughts with me at company parties or on the street. A common thread runs through their comments: "I have never worked for a man like your husband. He is an incredible boss. We exceeded the expectations and had fun. I would work for him or with him again anytime. I will miss him."
This is the essence of almost fifteen years of conversations that are spotted with stories of compassion about when a daughter arrived and Ron was accommodating, or a son was hurt and Ron accommodated. The joys and tragedies of living intertwined within the lives of people.
Ten years ago, an older man (yes, he probably was approaching 50 :) introduced himself to me on the street, just to express his gratitude for the opportunity to work with Ron. He said he had worked a lot of years for a lot of men, and he admired my husband's character and ability to manage people. I remember being surprised by this exchange...flattered because of course I love my husband, but the adamancy with which he felt compelled to share his viewpoint was powerful.
A couple days ago a telephone call came in for Ron from an employee that worked for him eight years ago...just to talk. Not unusual until I am sitting here today reflecting on all the special people we have met through our travels.
As I ruminate on Ron's career journey, I share this with you not to glorify my husband, but with the bittersweetness of the day...his final day on the job.
Sometimes I jokingly introduce myself as the "real" boss to keep the conversation lighter. Of course, every married man nods respectfully and says, "I know" with a twinkle in his eye. Though the degree of seriousness does depend on how long he has been married.
Our nomadic lifestyle seems in theory one of isolation, but to the contrary, these friendships follow us everywhere--thanks to modern technology. I am grateful for my husband's crazy career and the opportunities he has been given. I am grateful for these stories. I am grateful for the friendships that have been extended to us.
Farewell North Shore Project.
This is the essence of almost fifteen years of conversations that are spotted with stories of compassion about when a daughter arrived and Ron was accommodating, or a son was hurt and Ron accommodated. The joys and tragedies of living intertwined within the lives of people.
Ten years ago, an older man (yes, he probably was approaching 50 :) introduced himself to me on the street, just to express his gratitude for the opportunity to work with Ron. He said he had worked a lot of years for a lot of men, and he admired my husband's character and ability to manage people. I remember being surprised by this exchange...flattered because of course I love my husband, but the adamancy with which he felt compelled to share his viewpoint was powerful.
A couple days ago a telephone call came in for Ron from an employee that worked for him eight years ago...just to talk. Not unusual until I am sitting here today reflecting on all the special people we have met through our travels.
As I ruminate on Ron's career journey, I share this with you not to glorify my husband, but with the bittersweetness of the day...his final day on the job.
Sometimes I jokingly introduce myself as the "real" boss to keep the conversation lighter. Of course, every married man nods respectfully and says, "I know" with a twinkle in his eye. Though the degree of seriousness does depend on how long he has been married.
Our nomadic lifestyle seems in theory one of isolation, but to the contrary, these friendships follow us everywhere--thanks to modern technology. I am grateful for my husband's crazy career and the opportunities he has been given. I am grateful for these stories. I am grateful for the friendships that have been extended to us.
Farewell North Shore Project.
Living
Today I met my Flying Ace for lunch at our favorite little Thai restaurant.
As I was headed into Pittsburgh, a stop light wasn't functioning, and after cautiously adapting to an impromptu four way stop, I was on the main highway to the freeway; however, as I crested the hill, lights were flashing everywhere. As I slowed to a near stop, I took in the scene and realized that this stoplight was not functioning either. As I deciphered the action I realized that a car had been hit broadside. Emergency workers were attemtping to extricate from the mangled vehicle. More emergency vehicles were attempting to respond to the need, but were snarled in traffic.
As I eased by, I recalled something I had read recently about Americans not living in the "now", but their insistence to constantly look to the future or the past prevents them from enjoying the present. It is easy to do. Focus on the future, the goal. Our culture has taught that from a childhood. This carries over into everything we do. Why did the cars collide? Were they thinking about where they needed to go? Why didn't someone yield?
As I was reflecting on these thoughts, I arrived at my exit off the freeway which is complicated by a merging ramp. I automatically put on my blinker to ease in front of a white sports car, but instead of yeilding, she sped up, so I slowed down more and waited my turn patiently...though aware that I only had a few hundred feet. Nonetheless, the next car exchanged places with me and I again merged right. Safely onto my ramp, the lane the white sports car was in slowed and soon I passed the driver. I gazed at the young professional woman perfectly manicured and gripping the steering wheel with both hands looking straight ahead with determination. She too was responding to the American culture by not yielding to anyone in her way, she intended to reach the top someday.
Ironically, she refused to yield to me, and now I was now passing her. I find that this is often true in life. Whenever, I insist on doing things my way or want others to yeild to me, often I find myself falling a little further behind. However, when I yield to others I am rewarded amply.
Back to the scene of the accident, whatever happened, wherever they were headed was now impertinent. I am not sure it would even matter to some of the people...ever. Suddenly it puts everything in perspective. What could possibly be worth the price?
The present is all we are ever guaranteed. Live.
As I was headed into Pittsburgh, a stop light wasn't functioning, and after cautiously adapting to an impromptu four way stop, I was on the main highway to the freeway; however, as I crested the hill, lights were flashing everywhere. As I slowed to a near stop, I took in the scene and realized that this stoplight was not functioning either. As I deciphered the action I realized that a car had been hit broadside. Emergency workers were attemtping to extricate from the mangled vehicle. More emergency vehicles were attempting to respond to the need, but were snarled in traffic.
As I eased by, I recalled something I had read recently about Americans not living in the "now", but their insistence to constantly look to the future or the past prevents them from enjoying the present. It is easy to do. Focus on the future, the goal. Our culture has taught that from a childhood. This carries over into everything we do. Why did the cars collide? Were they thinking about where they needed to go? Why didn't someone yield?
As I was reflecting on these thoughts, I arrived at my exit off the freeway which is complicated by a merging ramp. I automatically put on my blinker to ease in front of a white sports car, but instead of yeilding, she sped up, so I slowed down more and waited my turn patiently...though aware that I only had a few hundred feet. Nonetheless, the next car exchanged places with me and I again merged right. Safely onto my ramp, the lane the white sports car was in slowed and soon I passed the driver. I gazed at the young professional woman perfectly manicured and gripping the steering wheel with both hands looking straight ahead with determination. She too was responding to the American culture by not yielding to anyone in her way, she intended to reach the top someday.
Ironically, she refused to yield to me, and now I was now passing her. I find that this is often true in life. Whenever, I insist on doing things my way or want others to yeild to me, often I find myself falling a little further behind. However, when I yield to others I am rewarded amply.
Back to the scene of the accident, whatever happened, wherever they were headed was now impertinent. I am not sure it would even matter to some of the people...ever. Suddenly it puts everything in perspective. What could possibly be worth the price?
The present is all we are ever guaranteed. Live.
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
As I was carefully navigating the slush and ice amidst the new snowfall this evening, I passed a familiar church and glanced at the billboard.
"If you are praying for snow, please stop."
LOL. We have had snow every day for almost 2 weeks. I really don't mind. Chayse thinks the world is sparkling! However, admittedly once it figures out how to snow here, it doesn't stop...like the rain.
For the first time today, I missed the wind in Big Timber. I am tired of shoveling neatly blanketed snow...a little drifting would sure help me out here. The wet, heavy shovelfuls make my arms feel like noodles after an hour. The front stoop had eight inches of snow on it this morning (partly because Ron had knocked snow from the roof), and I decided that I should probably clear it off in anticipation of more snow and for safety. Eventually, I made it to the 2-4 inches of ice at the bottom. Utilizing the ice chipper I went to work. I almost had it completely clean when my arms stopped responding to my brain. Of course my noodle arms were incapable of folding laundry now...
Then tonight when I returned home from dropping Kiahra at the ballet studio, I started on our long driveway. First six inches of snow---nice and fluffy. Then the slush and ice. More chipping. Almost halfway done and snow begins cascading from the roof with help from my husband. Well, I really didn't want to clean the other half anyway...plus it was conveniently time to start gathering children up again. In my absence, the neighbor lady came out and called to my husband that she was concerned that I wasn't allowing him in the house that he had to be perched on top of it. Next time Ron wants a red scarf and googles over a Snoopy mask...he could be the Red Baron! Actually, we just keep the neighbors entertained, as they never know what those crazy folks from Montana might do next. Bankers don't tie themselves off and climb onto a roof three stories high.
The good news is that shoveling and chipping have become so much a part of my routine, I no longer wake up sore. Do you think it will qualify as a training program of some sort? Sadly, a few weeks ago I was just thinking my exercise routine needed some variety...well, that is what I get for thinking!
Ron reports that four more inches have accumulated since I shovelled two hours ago...say, isn't it "sunny" San Francisco??
"If you are praying for snow, please stop."
LOL. We have had snow every day for almost 2 weeks. I really don't mind. Chayse thinks the world is sparkling! However, admittedly once it figures out how to snow here, it doesn't stop...like the rain.
For the first time today, I missed the wind in Big Timber. I am tired of shoveling neatly blanketed snow...a little drifting would sure help me out here. The wet, heavy shovelfuls make my arms feel like noodles after an hour. The front stoop had eight inches of snow on it this morning (partly because Ron had knocked snow from the roof), and I decided that I should probably clear it off in anticipation of more snow and for safety. Eventually, I made it to the 2-4 inches of ice at the bottom. Utilizing the ice chipper I went to work. I almost had it completely clean when my arms stopped responding to my brain. Of course my noodle arms were incapable of folding laundry now...
Then tonight when I returned home from dropping Kiahra at the ballet studio, I started on our long driveway. First six inches of snow---nice and fluffy. Then the slush and ice. More chipping. Almost halfway done and snow begins cascading from the roof with help from my husband. Well, I really didn't want to clean the other half anyway...plus it was conveniently time to start gathering children up again. In my absence, the neighbor lady came out and called to my husband that she was concerned that I wasn't allowing him in the house that he had to be perched on top of it. Next time Ron wants a red scarf and googles over a Snoopy mask...he could be the Red Baron! Actually, we just keep the neighbors entertained, as they never know what those crazy folks from Montana might do next. Bankers don't tie themselves off and climb onto a roof three stories high.
The good news is that shoveling and chipping have become so much a part of my routine, I no longer wake up sore. Do you think it will qualify as a training program of some sort? Sadly, a few weeks ago I was just thinking my exercise routine needed some variety...well, that is what I get for thinking!
Ron reports that four more inches have accumulated since I shovelled two hours ago...say, isn't it "sunny" San Francisco??
Monday, February 15, 2010
Golden Gate
The Golden Gate Strait is the entrance to the San Francisco Bay from the Pacific Ocean. The strait is approximately three-miles long by one-mile wide with currents ranging from 4.5 to 7.5 knots. It is generally accepted that the strait was named "Chrysopylae", or Golden Gate, by John C. Fremont, Captain, topographical Engineers of the U.S. Army circa 1846. It reminded him of a harbor in Instanbul named Chrysoceras or Golden Horn.
Kiahra asked me why a red bridge was called the "Golden" Gate Bridge. Immediately my mind rushed to a symbolic interpretation of this famous structure, but despite my love of symbolism my research reveals the reality isn't nearly as imaginative. It is merely a captain "borrowing" a name from his travels, and the orange vermilion ("international orange") color of the bridge was very intentional--to aid navigation. Though they did take into consideration the natural landscape and selected a color that blended with the terrain. Pragmatic.
The symbolism arrived throughout the years as people lived, navigated, and visited the bridge. Thus emerged the poetry of life.
The Golden Gate Strait welcomes weary sailors and goods from around the world. A gate into a famous city offering hospitality and market vitality.
Ironically, we too will be journeying to San Francisco, though we will come by land...all 2,700 miles..to respond to the market vitality for a tunnel! Since my attempt at symbolism failed, I am reaching for irony :) I love it too. I love John Steinbeck too. Now I can "see" the world that inspired some of my favorite short stories.
In the meantime, I will become a "relocation specialist". Despite my experience, this is always a challenge, and I will be relieved when the pieces begin to come together. Negotiation. First the job. Then the kids. Then the house. Then the new house. Then the movers. Then the schools. I always laugh when Ron reminds me how savvy I was at negotiating a sweet deal on goods in the Bahamas. I do love to negotiate...for fun; hoewver, all the responsibility in these negotiations somehow makes the fun elusive.
Nonetheless, it will be a golden opportunity for our family...again (whew...finally...symbolism!). Thankful for opportunities in our current economic climate. Thankful for new journeys in life. Thankful for all the special people we have had the opportunity to share Pittsburgh with. A part of each place travels with me everywhere in my heart...in who I am and who I become each day. There are bittersweet moments, but the moments always eventually become sweet.
Yesterday, I was asked to identify a mentor and write a letter to him or her. At first, I struggled. I couldn't focus on just one person. Then I immediately thought of family members, but then I realized that the context of mentor was someone outside of the family in this setting. Still struggling, I started to make a list (lucky for all my extensive training and expensive education...I can now brainstorm under pressure :). Then the names began to come quickly. Pausing, I tried to recall my first English professor as a college freshman. She was a spunky lady. She loved literature. I loved her class. I read voraciously for her. I wrote my analyses dutifully. She took me aside one day, and introduced herself to me. I was tucked quietly into her large class at SDSU, so I am sure it took her a few days to figure out who I was. She asked me where I was from...what I was studying...how I was liking college... I answered shyly...scared to death that I was not performing acceptably. Finally, she began talking about the novel we were reading, and I began to open up a bit more. As she listened quietly, her eyes studied me intently. Finally, she said, "Have you considered a degree in English?" My heart stopped. She continued, "Your work is excellent in my class. You have natural talent. I would like you to consider it. I would also like to introduce you to the head of the English department here to explore your options." Stunned I walked away.
My head buzzed. I was flattered that she noticed me, let alone complimented my ability. Of course, I had secretly entertained the notion, but the idea completely intimidated me. My grammar skills were not strong. I struggled with the pragmatics of English. I doubted I could successfully pursue a degree, but I did love literature and writing.
I cannot remember her name. Suddenly, I realize that is does not matter. I remember her gentle eyes and passion for English. Her kindness. Her words of encouragement.
Years ago I would have questioned if she would even remember me, but I know she does. She may not remember my name, but teachers remember their students.
I wish I could express my gratitude to her, though I know she had a heart of a true mentor and never expected it. Instead, I can take the tool she shared with me and slowly hone my craft with it. Write. Love. Live. Share.
As I journey again, my daily writing focus may shift as I navigate the circumstances, but I will continue to write and share. Some day my novel may be printed...after all I have four years in California. It is a golden opportunity for me.
Saturday, February 13, 2010
Service
My internet service is inconsistent today, as it has been for the past couple weeks. I called the tech utterly frustrated today, and after he instructed me through several steps I had already tried via the software on my laptop that is designed to identify and correct problems, he arranged for a service call on Wednesday, February 17, as he mumbled apologetically something about being busy with the weather "up there". I breathed very deeply. Still breathing.
I can deal with snow. I can deal with cancellations. I can deal with limited groceries. I can deal with almost anything...BUT don't mess with my internet!!
I tell myself that it is fine, that I don't need modern technology to exist, but within minutes of the internet crashing, I wanted to access my on-line recipe box. Sheesh. I start leafing through my magazines to find what I was looking for. Not proficient at all. I did manage to make it through the moment though.
Then Kade asked me a question, and I had to answer, "I am sorry. I don't know." No quick rescue from the world of internet info.
We need a few accessories for the new bathroom...oops...nevermind I might actually have to go in the store!
My library books are due. No on-line renewal today. I may have to make a trip to the library...but I can't remember which ones are due??
Co-dependency crosses my mind.
Then my mind races...what if someone tries to reach me...what if I receive an important email that needs my attention...what if...
Really, Lori...get a grip. It will be okay.
I can deal with snow. I can deal with cancellations. I can deal with limited groceries. I can deal with almost anything...BUT don't mess with my internet!!
I tell myself that it is fine, that I don't need modern technology to exist, but within minutes of the internet crashing, I wanted to access my on-line recipe box. Sheesh. I start leafing through my magazines to find what I was looking for. Not proficient at all. I did manage to make it through the moment though.
Then Kade asked me a question, and I had to answer, "I am sorry. I don't know." No quick rescue from the world of internet info.
We need a few accessories for the new bathroom...oops...nevermind I might actually have to go in the store!
My library books are due. No on-line renewal today. I may have to make a trip to the library...but I can't remember which ones are due??
Co-dependency crosses my mind.
Then my mind races...what if someone tries to reach me...what if I receive an important email that needs my attention...what if...
Really, Lori...get a grip. It will be okay.
Friday, February 12, 2010
School...
Finally, the kids went back to school today even though it was two hours late. Of course, the day was wrapped up with a Valentine's Day party. Luckily allergy issues prevent too much candy or food in the classroom, but nonetheless the kids are bit enthusiastic by the time they arrive home...and I didn't have adequate time to recuperate :)
Anyway, I think that snow is in the forecast for another week, and I anticipate that Pittsburgh has realized that they may just have to function in the snow, and we will resume school as normal, or they will be renegotiating contracts with their teachers!
The school calendar has been changed for Monday, President's Day, and schools will now be in session in an attempt to make-up snow days already. Excellente.
Anyway, I think that snow is in the forecast for another week, and I anticipate that Pittsburgh has realized that they may just have to function in the snow, and we will resume school as normal, or they will be renegotiating contracts with their teachers!
The school calendar has been changed for Monday, President's Day, and schools will now be in session in an attempt to make-up snow days already. Excellente.
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
Call me when...
school is back in session. In the meantime, please stop the emails and automated calls...particularly those at 6:30 AM updating the delay to a cancellation. I don't want to hear anything that is status quo.
As we all snuggle in together under a beautiful blanket of snow that just keeps growing, Ron captured this picturesque view of our home--don't let the peaceful facade fool you. Also, add 6 more inches of snow today.
I cannot help but think of Robert Frost as I look at my snowy woods.
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
by Robert Frost
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
As we all snuggle in together under a beautiful blanket of snow that just keeps growing, Ron captured this picturesque view of our home--don't let the peaceful facade fool you. Also, add 6 more inches of snow today.
I cannot help but think of Robert Frost as I look at my snowy woods.
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
by Robert Frost
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
Monday, February 8, 2010
Please...have mercy!
AAAaaaaaarrrrrrghhhh!!!
School is cancelled again. In mere anticipation of wind. Wind. Let me tell you about wind. Wind blows across the prairies of the West. Wind blows in Big Timber, MT AND kids still go to school. Mine even walked to school in the wind. The anticipated wind of 5 to 10 mph evidently lowers temperatures to single digits, and suddenly it is too cold here to have school.
My reality here is that there will not be school for the rest of the week if the snow begins to fall tomorrow afternoon again. School will continue through the month of June.
Obviously, I am not coping well. We have a schedule to keep here. It is called Summer. Winter is for school.
Perspective: Costco with four kids, as I managed to leave one behind, intentionally, of course.
My list.
1. milk
2. cereal
3. fruit--keeping in perspective food sources that don't require heat
4. and more...
Splurge...Pink Panther DVD collection...Sanity...Priceless.
School is cancelled again. In mere anticipation of wind. Wind. Let me tell you about wind. Wind blows across the prairies of the West. Wind blows in Big Timber, MT AND kids still go to school. Mine even walked to school in the wind. The anticipated wind of 5 to 10 mph evidently lowers temperatures to single digits, and suddenly it is too cold here to have school.
My reality here is that there will not be school for the rest of the week if the snow begins to fall tomorrow afternoon again. School will continue through the month of June.
Obviously, I am not coping well. We have a schedule to keep here. It is called Summer. Winter is for school.
Perspective: Costco with four kids, as I managed to leave one behind, intentionally, of course.
My list.
1. milk
2. cereal
3. fruit--keeping in perspective food sources that don't require heat
4. and more...
Splurge...Pink Panther DVD collection...Sanity...Priceless.
No big surprise...no school. Roads still are not fully cleared. Electrical services are still being restored throughout the region. I did see a headline this morning that a couple deaths over the weekend were attributed to carbon monoxide as people sought to keep warm without electricity.
Admittedly, last Friday I was humored by the hordes of people headed to the grocery store, but today, I am going to join them. The forecast claims more snow is on the way for the rest of the week, but 6 more inches is supposed to fall tomorrow. I suspect this may close everything for the rest of the week, so I am going to be prepared this time. I thought I was more than prepared last time...and I was (and probably still am...); however, I was not prepared for the challenges in snow removal in a city that does not regularly experience snow. Evidently, Pittsburgh only gets 12 inches of snow at a time every 15 years or so...so obviously they are not well-equipped. What do I know?? This storm is the fourth worst in the history of Pittsburgh. It is so different for me...it just seems like it should snow like this here...
Anyway, far more disconcerting than the snow is my love of power...electricity, that is. However, my children may argue this...and perhaps my husband :) Nonetheless, I love heat. I love hot water. I love warm ovens. I love my stove. Of course, I do not always love my appliances until the threat that they may cease to be operational looms...then I fall in love again. Ironic, isn't it? Just in time for Valentine's Day.
Admittedly, last Friday I was humored by the hordes of people headed to the grocery store, but today, I am going to join them. The forecast claims more snow is on the way for the rest of the week, but 6 more inches is supposed to fall tomorrow. I suspect this may close everything for the rest of the week, so I am going to be prepared this time. I thought I was more than prepared last time...and I was (and probably still am...); however, I was not prepared for the challenges in snow removal in a city that does not regularly experience snow. Evidently, Pittsburgh only gets 12 inches of snow at a time every 15 years or so...so obviously they are not well-equipped. What do I know?? This storm is the fourth worst in the history of Pittsburgh. It is so different for me...it just seems like it should snow like this here...
Anyway, far more disconcerting than the snow is my love of power...electricity, that is. However, my children may argue this...and perhaps my husband :) Nonetheless, I love heat. I love hot water. I love warm ovens. I love my stove. Of course, I do not always love my appliances until the threat that they may cease to be operational looms...then I fall in love again. Ironic, isn't it? Just in time for Valentine's Day.
Saturday, February 6, 2010
Kids
Winter Wonderland. Irresistible.
Are you watching?
Shoveling, Nikela measures the final tally--22 inches.
Are you watching?
Shoveling, Nikela measures the final tally--22 inches.
It is really snowing!!
Yesterday there was a flurry of activity in Pittsburgh, as the citizens prepared for the anticipated snowstorm...the most snow predicted since 2003...up to twelve inches!
Of course, I found this very entertaining. They started calling school off early in the morning when it was still overcast. Then our school cancelled all activities for the evening at noon...and still nary a flake in the sky. Finally around 2 o'clock the first light flakes began to fall, and by 4 o'clock the giant flakes were falling rapidly and the snow started to accumulate. As the night wore on...the snow lightened, but it kept falling.
This morning we have over a foot of snow. It is the most beautiful snow I have ever seen. It is piled neatly everywhere. Gorgeous.
It finally snowed here.
The area is completely shut down. A disaster has been declared. Over 100,000 people are without electricity. 16 inches has fallen with more to come. The city is paralyzed. At 6 PM today they will lift the winter weather warning. In the meantime, it is a record.
Another record for our Pittsburgh adventure. 6 Superbowls. A Stanley cup in the same year. Now snow. Real snow.
We still have electricity, thankfully, though admittedly with the weight of the snow we may not sustain it for long. Ron has a generator in the back of his work truck.
I hear the four wheeler. Ron is playing in the snow with his snowplow. It is a really heavy wet snow, so I am sure it will keep him entertained for a while.
I haven't seen a snowplow since yesterday. Allegheny Co. owns 64 trucks, so I anticipate I will not see a truck anytime soon.
Adventure. Hopefully the kids will not land in the snowbank by noon today :) Grandpa assures me that if I have flour, sugar, eggs, and chocolate chips I will be fine!
...Check back later for more photos...Kiahra headed out to get better footage!
Of course, I found this very entertaining. They started calling school off early in the morning when it was still overcast. Then our school cancelled all activities for the evening at noon...and still nary a flake in the sky. Finally around 2 o'clock the first light flakes began to fall, and by 4 o'clock the giant flakes were falling rapidly and the snow started to accumulate. As the night wore on...the snow lightened, but it kept falling.
This morning we have over a foot of snow. It is the most beautiful snow I have ever seen. It is piled neatly everywhere. Gorgeous.
It finally snowed here.
The area is completely shut down. A disaster has been declared. Over 100,000 people are without electricity. 16 inches has fallen with more to come. The city is paralyzed. At 6 PM today they will lift the winter weather warning. In the meantime, it is a record.
Another record for our Pittsburgh adventure. 6 Superbowls. A Stanley cup in the same year. Now snow. Real snow.
We still have electricity, thankfully, though admittedly with the weight of the snow we may not sustain it for long. Ron has a generator in the back of his work truck.
I hear the four wheeler. Ron is playing in the snow with his snowplow. It is a really heavy wet snow, so I am sure it will keep him entertained for a while.
I haven't seen a snowplow since yesterday. Allegheny Co. owns 64 trucks, so I anticipate I will not see a truck anytime soon.
Adventure. Hopefully the kids will not land in the snowbank by noon today :) Grandpa assures me that if I have flour, sugar, eggs, and chocolate chips I will be fine!
...Check back later for more photos...Kiahra headed out to get better footage!
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
Penguins
On Monday afternoon, an engineer that had been presented with tickets to the evening's hockey game approached Ron and asked if he would like them. I am sure he remembered that Kade really, really wanted to go to a professional hockey game...and he has a boy in Chicago...and a very big heart.
A Penguin's hockey game in a box seat (AKA Igloo) is a once in a lifetime opportunity for my son. His homework was completed in a flash. The dawdling eater cleared his plate in record time (I blinked) and was off to the game with Dad!
According to him, as they approached the lines the building looked like a football stadium with a bubble (dome). Then he continued to share that they found their seat in another bubble, the Igloo.
The game was against Buffalo, NY, so there was some healthy rivalry! However, the game was close, so both teams refrained from fighting to Kade's disappointment. Though he followed all the action closely and was delighted as Crosby made three goals with assists by Malkin (whose hat he now sports, and I suspect will until it falls apart). Plus he witnessed a hat trick! One of the bags fell short of its goal on the ice, so Kade had his moment to assist it over the wall, much to his delight!
He met the mascot, Iceburgh.
Kade's enthusiasm is so much fun to watch! I smile often as he recalls another detail from the night to share.
This morning I asked him about the long walk back to the truck after the game in downtown Pittsburgh. He said the alleys were pretty dark and creepy, AND that Dad kept teasing him that if anyone jumped out Kade could take them and he would run :) He was grinning from ear to ear.
A Penguin's hockey game in a box seat (AKA Igloo) is a once in a lifetime opportunity for my son. His homework was completed in a flash. The dawdling eater cleared his plate in record time (I blinked) and was off to the game with Dad!
According to him, as they approached the lines the building looked like a football stadium with a bubble (dome). Then he continued to share that they found their seat in another bubble, the Igloo.
The game was against Buffalo, NY, so there was some healthy rivalry! However, the game was close, so both teams refrained from fighting to Kade's disappointment. Though he followed all the action closely and was delighted as Crosby made three goals with assists by Malkin (whose hat he now sports, and I suspect will until it falls apart). Plus he witnessed a hat trick! One of the bags fell short of its goal on the ice, so Kade had his moment to assist it over the wall, much to his delight!
He met the mascot, Iceburgh.
Kade's enthusiasm is so much fun to watch! I smile often as he recalls another detail from the night to share.
This morning I asked him about the long walk back to the truck after the game in downtown Pittsburgh. He said the alleys were pretty dark and creepy, AND that Dad kept teasing him that if anyone jumped out Kade could take them and he would run :) He was grinning from ear to ear.
Monday, February 1, 2010
Once upon a time there was a young woman who dreamed of making a home her own, and a friend once complained that she was tired of building and remodeling homes and selecting everything, and that young woman thought to herself, "I would never get tired of that opportunity."
Never. Never say never. Through the years I have grown weary of remodeling. There I said it. I am tired. I love my home. Long ago I loved the challenge of changing the space and updating it. I still love it when it is done, but at the moment, I no longer enjoy the process.
When I tackled this bathroom, it was not intended to become a full remodel...but inevitably it did.
First Ron had to remove the shower (because my excessive cleaning caused some tiles to fall off and reveal the need...). This process revealed all the concrete in the floor beneath the tile, and to repair the floor perhaps it was best to remove it all. Demolition was grueling. Thankfully the small space made it a one man job!
Then I needed to make a plan for the bathroom. I procrastinated. Eventually, Costco had a shower on sale...one with glass :) It was perfect. It was actually what I wanted, but I hadn't wanted to spend the money on the ones I had found. I bought the white shower without a plan.
I still couldn't decide what to do. I didn't even pick up a great magazine or surf the net. I complained to my sister. I told her that the colors needed to stay neutral, so I didn't have to repaint (lazy) the white trim and doors and to keep the small space from looking smaller. I told her I had found some neutral tile that I liked...a natural version of white with small black squares. I wasn't sure... She told me I could add wainscoting to the wall where the tile had previously been attached with tar leaving gaping holes. I could paint the wainscoting black and distress it with the sander and go neutral for the the wall and ceiling. Excellent idea. Ron has always like black. I loved it. A plan. Ron was thrilled we were making progress, so thrilled he didn't really listen to the details...:)
Anyway, my gorgeous master bath before...
The fabulous new shower that was absolutely grueling to install. I have paraphrased my husband's feelings here as he attempted to decipher the poorly articulated instructions (I could have written a better book, albeit longer, but definitely better :). The experience fully reinforced his theory, "If it comes in a box, don't buy it." Actually, he would just prefer I don't buy anything, the box is just a convenient target.
Nonetheless, the patience he has acquired through the years was pivotal in the utter success of the project...doesn't it look good???!!!
The tile looks awesome too! I love it.
I am finally excited about this bathroom. So excited, I plan to paint the wainscoting tomorrow. This is significant, as I have not properly contributed much to this project, not even the plan (Thanks, Kristi for bailing me out here...). My husband has patiently done everything. I know I am pouting. I don't want to move again. I am afraid to fall in love with this project. He knows this too, but he loves me anyway between select words.
One more detail I like...
Never. Never say never. Through the years I have grown weary of remodeling. There I said it. I am tired. I love my home. Long ago I loved the challenge of changing the space and updating it. I still love it when it is done, but at the moment, I no longer enjoy the process.
When I tackled this bathroom, it was not intended to become a full remodel...but inevitably it did.
First Ron had to remove the shower (because my excessive cleaning caused some tiles to fall off and reveal the need...). This process revealed all the concrete in the floor beneath the tile, and to repair the floor perhaps it was best to remove it all. Demolition was grueling. Thankfully the small space made it a one man job!
Then I needed to make a plan for the bathroom. I procrastinated. Eventually, Costco had a shower on sale...one with glass :) It was perfect. It was actually what I wanted, but I hadn't wanted to spend the money on the ones I had found. I bought the white shower without a plan.
I still couldn't decide what to do. I didn't even pick up a great magazine or surf the net. I complained to my sister. I told her that the colors needed to stay neutral, so I didn't have to repaint (lazy) the white trim and doors and to keep the small space from looking smaller. I told her I had found some neutral tile that I liked...a natural version of white with small black squares. I wasn't sure... She told me I could add wainscoting to the wall where the tile had previously been attached with tar leaving gaping holes. I could paint the wainscoting black and distress it with the sander and go neutral for the the wall and ceiling. Excellent idea. Ron has always like black. I loved it. A plan. Ron was thrilled we were making progress, so thrilled he didn't really listen to the details...:)
Anyway, my gorgeous master bath before...
The fabulous new shower that was absolutely grueling to install. I have paraphrased my husband's feelings here as he attempted to decipher the poorly articulated instructions (I could have written a better book, albeit longer, but definitely better :). The experience fully reinforced his theory, "If it comes in a box, don't buy it." Actually, he would just prefer I don't buy anything, the box is just a convenient target.
Nonetheless, the patience he has acquired through the years was pivotal in the utter success of the project...doesn't it look good???!!!
The tile looks awesome too! I love it.
I am finally excited about this bathroom. So excited, I plan to paint the wainscoting tomorrow. This is significant, as I have not properly contributed much to this project, not even the plan (Thanks, Kristi for bailing me out here...). My husband has patiently done everything. I know I am pouting. I don't want to move again. I am afraid to fall in love with this project. He knows this too, but he loves me anyway between select words.
One more detail I like...
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