Thursday, January 24, 2008

Anchors A-way

So, it looks like we're taking up our anchors yet again.


S. is accepting a new job today that will take us in a very different direction! We're heading to Santa Catalina Island.




Nature decided that this was a very funny thing because she decided that since we'll be heading for a land of blue waters, ocean breezes, and temperate climes, she'd send us off with a bit of a bang. Yesterday it started snowing-- not the norm for us here at a mere 1,500 feet-- and by morning we had accumulated about 3-4 inches. It's melted away already, but what a lovely sight to wake up to. S. and I stood on the porch last night around midnight and watched the tail end of the storm flutter it's way off to the north. The muffled quiet of the mountains with coyotes howling in the distance was broken only by the scraping sound of the snow plow as it made it's way up the highway.


It may only have been three inches, but out here that's a lot. We're snow-dumb in these parts.


So, Catalina. We're still kind of in a haze. It all happened really fast. And things won't be slowing down for a while. Not sure when S. starts the job, but fairly soon.


Most people keep asking "What? What about your house?!?!?!"


We are of course KEEPING the house. After all S. went through for this place, there's no way we're giving it up. We'll rent it out. Which means we have a lot of work to finish in a very short time.


All in all, I feel very optimistic. There are some things I'll really be sad about when we leave. Namely my family. But S. will have a fantastic job. It's an amazing place. So beautiful. And it offers a lot of what we have been missing living here in the foothills: a close knit, walkable community. We won't be taking a car with us. The organization he'll be working for is providing us with an electric Rav4.


So, we're setting sail again-- this time literally.

Wednesday, January 16, 2008

Get This

So, as a chronically late arriver, I'm going to hazard to guess that y'all are already pretty familiar with these, but they're new to me.

I just got three CDs that I am just Luh-uving!

Sea Wolf - Leaves in the River
Spoon - GA, GA, GA, GA, GA
Stranger than Fiction soundtrack

Ok first, Sea Wolf. I'm really loving this one. The album was released last fall I think and the band appeared on Jimmy Kimmel. It's fun stuff-- Indie/Alt/Pop kind of thing. Shane says they remind him a little bit of David Byrne. Me not so much. You can listen to them here: www.seawolfmusic.com

Spoon: just good. I can't believe I didn't have anything of theirs before. They have like 26 albums and have been recording since the early 1990's. But hey, like I said, late arriver.

Stranger than Fiction: A really good movie always has a fantastic soundtrack, right? So, anyway, this is how I was introduced to Spoon.

Go buy these. 'Specially "Leaves in the River". I love to see and indie band that is truly good make it. Oh, and tell me what else I'm missing!

Tuesday, January 15, 2008

On memories


For the sense of smell, almost more than any other, has the power to recall
memories and it is a pity that you use it so little.
Rachel Carson (1907 - 1964)


My grandmother, who will be 86 in a few months, went home last week. She'd been here visiting for Christmas. When she makes the trip up from San Diego, she always comes at Christmas time-- that time of year when all of the family gets together just a little more often.


But each time she comes, she just freezes and ends up getting sick. Not terribly sick, just colds and such. But at 86, these things are harder on the body and take longer to heal. This year was no exception. I dare say she was about as close to miserable as you can get.


She left a little earlier this year than she normally does. And I had the strangest feeling that this might be her last trip. Even as we talked about her not coming up when it's so cold, but waiting until spring for the next visit, I got the saddest feeling that there might not be a next time. She's overall a very healthy woman for 86. She probably gets more exercise that most 30 year olds I know. And she is sharp as a tack still.


She's just OLD. It's not like this is the first time this realization has dawned on me, but it's the first time it has hit me this solidly and stuck with me.


So, it got me thinking about my memories of her. About why I feel such a close relationship with her. I've always known that there is a unique connection between she and I; that though she loves me and my sister equally and fully, she and I have this little thread of connection that is different that my relationship with any other family.


One of the things I remember is her smell. I can be walking through the grocery store and pass someone wearing the same perfume-- one I don't even know the name-- and I am brought to memories of her.


My favorite all time memory of her is from when I was maybe 5 or 6. We would play in her back patio garden making pretend "salads" of all the leaves, weeds, and flower petals we found. She never said a word when I picked a perfect rose so I could add the delicate pink petals to my salad creations. Never fussed over the dirt I inevitably tracked all over. She joined me in getting lost in my culinary imagination. Other times, we would pick the tinny runners off of a succulent that I now know is called "hens and chicks" because the parent plant grows tiny little versions of itself that become new plants. We'd pick the plants and pretend they were a barnyard full of chickens. Then we'd plant them and wait for their "babies" to hatch on my nest visit.


When she passes someday, she'll be the first relative that I was truly close to who passed. My other grandma died five years ago. But she had been in a nursing home since I was 7 years old. My memories of her are sketch. At least, those memories of when she was a vibrant, fun-loving grandmother who took me fishing on a pier, helped me pick apples from her tree, and patiently waited for me when got frustrated because I couldn't get my hair to do what I wanted. But I'm thankful I have those memories at all. The grandmother I knew most was the one whose mind and heart were strong and alive, but whose body trapped her in a wheel chair. Years of frustration changed her, but not completely. Sadly though, when she passed, I felt that I didn't know her well. I had brief glimpses of memory, but not as much as I wished for.


So, one of my so-called "resolutions" for 2008 is to make more memories with my grandma while she's still here. Whether it's making the time to go see her or making memories through letters and phone conversations, I don't want to miss the last chances I'll have to hold on to that thread between us. When she left this time, the thread pulled a little harder on my insides. She cried a little more.


I hope it was just because the visit hadn't been what we'd all hoped, and that she was leaving so soon.

Wednesday, January 09, 2008

Reservoir Dogs

Reservoirs of puke that is. And other natsy bodily gunk. We are dog sick around here and no one wants to come see us (well, duh.) so I'm also getting bored and housebound.

Oh how I long for this week to be over, because then, theoretically at least, so will the sickness. Please, if you're the praying sort, send one up for the family that those of us who are sick will get better and that those of us who are not sick, will stay that way. Because if I have to change another diaper full of... well, you know... I may start to vomit. And if I get this "bug" (or more acurately, flaming disease monster) I will seriously loose it.

I hate throwing up. I would rather be stuffy and sneezy and cough for a week than throw up for a day. (Not that I'm wishing for that either!)

Tuesday, January 08, 2008

I'm on a roll, so here's a meme

Again, Jess always has something interesting.

From What Privileges Do You Have?, based on an exercise about class and privilege developed by Will Barratt, Meagan Cahill, Angie Carlen, Minnette Huck, Drew Lurker, Stacy Ploskonka at Illinois State University. If you participate in this blog game, they ask that you PLEASE acknowledge their copyright.

Bold the true statements.

1. Father went to college (University of HI, for three years)
2. Father finished college
3. Mother went to college (she took a few classes at a city college before marrying my dad)
4. Mother finished college.
5. Have any relative who is an attorney, physician, or professor. I think there is one professor, but it's distant.
6. Were the same or higher class than your high school teachers. Hmmm. To bold or not to bold? The same as some and lower than some. Maybe a handful of "higher than".
7. Had more than 50 books in your childhood home. But probably just barely.
8. Had more than 500 books in your childhood home.
9. Were read children’s books by a parent. I know this is true because of stories of me forcing mom to read the same book over and over, but I don't have actual memories of being read to.
10. Had lessons of any kind before you turned 18. I begged to take a dance lesson early in high school, and also a "poise and manners" class with a friend; which turned out to be more like "makeup & modeling".
11. Had more than two kinds of lessons before you turned 18. Technically, yes. I also played softball for a community league. But lessons per say were never big with my folks. They were just as happy not to have to drive us to lessons and such. They did commit a lot of time and effort to softball tough.
12. The people in the media who dress and talk like me are portrayed positively. I'll say no, only because there aren't really people in media who dress and talk like me. Unless you count the boring "man on the street" interviews...
13. Had a credit card with your name on it before you turned 18.
14. Your parents (or a trust) paid for the majority of your college costs. No, they paid for most of the first two years of college. Which comes out to a little less than half. But I'm lucky that they paid for what they did. That was our deal all along. My sis and I each got two years.
15. Your parents (or a trust) paid for all of your college costs.
16. Went to a private high school.
17. Went to summer camp. I once went to a girl scout camp for three days.
18. Had a private tutor before you turned 18.
19. Family vacations involved staying at hotels. On occasion. But I'd say 99% of our vacations were camping.
20. Your clothing was all bought new before you turned 18. As the oldest child without relatives nearby, most of my stuff was new.
21. Your parents bought you a car that was not a hand-me-down from them. My first car was hand-me down. When I totalled it, insurance paid out because of a tire problem, so they then used that money to buy me a used car. Does that count?
22. There was original art in your house when you were a child. My mom's uncle is a successful (though not "big") artist, and they have three originals by him, painted when he was a "starving artist" and given as wedding gifts. Heh, I think he's still a "starving" artists even though he is well respected!
23. You and your family lived in a single-family house.
24. Your parent(s) owned their own house or apartment before you left home.
25. You had your own room as a child.
26. You had a phone in your room before you turned 18.
27. Participated in a SAT/ACT prep
28. Had your own TV in your room in high school. Honestly, I'm not sure, but it's possible I had the family's "old" TV.
29. Owned a mutual fund or IRA in high school or college.
30. Flew anywhere on a commercial airline before you turned 16. A couple trips to see my grandparents before I was 7, then nothing until I was 17 and got a scholarship to live in Germany for 3 months.
31. Went on a cruise with your family
32. Went on more than one cruise with your family
33. Your parents took you to museums and art galleries as you grew up. I'm saying no because though we went to the San Francisco Museum of Natural History once, I don't think that counts as generally part of my upbringing.
34. You were unaware of how much heating bills were for your family. Like Jess, I was aware of the cost of many things. Though I didn't know the numbers for things like heating bills, I know that my dad worried about it A LOT. Plus, we lived in CA, so it's not like living in a cold climate. Our biggest bills were in other places.

Grand total: 16 out of 34.
It's an interesting thing to examine about your life. I know I was far more "privileged" than many, many people. But, compared to the community in which I lived, I was probably less privileged. The gap between "me" & "them" however, wasn't that apparent or that big. Four years later, when my sister was in high school, the gap was much bigger and evident. She was the only on of her friends who didn't get a car (a new one at that!), designer clothes, interior decorator bedrooms, the "big, new" houses (ours was over 30 years old, compared to just 5 for most of the city), the latest & greatest toys, etc. Her friend's also got things like concert tickets, plays, shopping trips, elaborate birthday parties, and the like.

My best friend bought her first car from her grandpa for $1.00. It was a Ford Pinto with ORANGE interior.

So. Class differences weren't as obvious to me. Looking back, I can see who was "higher" or "lower," but back then, I didn't know. My sister knew, and it truly colored her experience as an adolescent/young adult.

Monday, January 07, 2008

Feeling Listy

So, it apears today's the day for stealing blog ideas from others. This comes from Amanda Jane who took the idea from someone else. (Amanda happens to be one of my favorite people and favorite blogs. I become angst filled and impatient when she's not writing.)

So, a list for 2008.

this year I will:

have a 2 year old,
and an 8 year old.
celebrate 15 years of marriage
finish our home
spend more time outside
grow something edible
show more gratitude
read books every day
get to know my nephew
put greater effort into my friendships
find one new thing I love about me
host a foreign exchange student
renew my passport and use it (one can hope right?)
be a better wife to S.
be a better companion to myself
hug my children longer and tighter for I know this time is not going to last
go backpacking for N's birthday
be more optimitstic
See Kristy and April more often
kayak
eat at an all organic gourmet restaurant!
what will you do?

The Book!

Ah, the new year upon us. 2008 already, yes? We've started the year slowly, in a haze of sniffles, snot, vomiting, and other bodily functions that would fall under the categaory of too-much-information were I to relate all the gory details. The bad news is, EB, the baby, has borne the brunt of it all. The good news-- for the rest of us anyway-- is that EB, the baby, has borne the brunt of it all. I'm knocking on wood as I type this, because the only thing worse than having a sick sick sick baby, is a sick sick sick mommy trying to care for the baby, the 7 year old, the daddy, the dog, and the household all while she looks like something out of some medical drama on primetime TeeVee.



"Quarantine the woman, Stat! Lest she gets so sick that we don't get dinner, clean laundry, and the children's homework done & lunches made!"

"My gawd, we have a crisis on our hands!"


Oh okay, so I mellodramatize. But seriously, who takes care of the caregiver?

I'm just sayin.

Thievery:
All good ideas are just modifications of some other good idea, right? Well, I'm going to forego modification and simply steal Jess and Kara's good ideas. I love books. I love reading. In fact, my husband once wrote a story about a book worm and a nature lover for a creative writing class. Semi-autobiographical you say? Dah. He too is a big reader now. Thanks to moi, I like to think.

So anyway, that idea. I'm going to keep a running list books that I have read! *GASP* The stunning originality of it all has left you speechless, no?

I shall start this year with January, and try (I said try) to keep the list organized by month.

For now, a recap of books from June 2007 through December 31, 2007:
(* denotes non-fiction)

The Last Days of Dog Town; Anita Diamante
*The Book Seller of
Kabul; Asne Sierstadt
*We Thought You Would Be Prettier; Laurie
Notaro

A Thousand Splendid Suns; Khaled Hosseini
Vanishing
Acts; Jodi Picoult
Olive's Ocean (yound adult lit.)
Harry
Potter and the Deathly Hallows; J.K. Rowling
My Sister’s Keeper; Jodi Picoult
Drowning Ruth; Christina Swarz
*Animal,
Vegetable, Miracle; Barbara Kingsolver
Tenth Circle; Jodi
Picoult

*Last Child in the Woods; Richard Louv
*Eat, Pray,
Love; Elizabeth Gilbert
In Her Shoes; Jennifer Weiner
Fortune’s Rocks; Anita Shreve
The Pilot’s Wife; Anita
Shreve

*Smotherhood; Amanda Lamb
When or Where; Anita
Shreve


Not too bad for half a year more or less, and a woman with a baby turned toddler (who thinks she's going on 10 years old. sheesh.). But, it also makes me realize that I have not read near what I wanted to.

Here is what waits for me already on the book shelf in '08 (not necessarily in order):

*Silent Spring; Rachel Carson (1st edition thankyouverymuch!)
The
Last Time We Met; Anita Shreve
*American Sphinx: The Character of
Thomas Jefferson; Joseph J. Ellis
Enemy Women; Paulette
Jiles

Snow Falling on Cedars; David Guterson
Thirteen
Moons; Charles Frazier
A Tree Grows in Brooklyn; Betty
Smith

The Vine of Desire; Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni
Three
Short Novels; Wendell Bary (Oh, how I LOVE Wendel!)
Jane Austen
Book Club: Karen Joy Fowler
Little Children; Tom Perrotta
Water for Elephants; Sara Gruen
The House of Sand and Fog; Andre Dubus III
Middlemarch; George Elliot (re-read)
Jude the Obscure; Thomas Hardy
Hunting Badger; Tony
Hillerman

Sufficient Grace; Darnell Arnoult

So, that's 17 to start. We'll see if I accomplish all of them. Though I know there will be several thrown in that are not on the list. I never keep to a plan! Plus, I know I've got at least one or two coming my way from fellow readers.

Let me know if you've read any of these and loved or hated them!