Thursday, December 27, 2007
Taking my tent down for a few days
Remember a few entries ago when I wrote about Don being stranded in Detroit airport for 30 hours? I found pictures from stockexchg and google to illustrate being stranded at the airport. Well, he's home safe and sound now and here are a few of HIS stranded at the airport pictures. These are HIS real deal.
What a mess!
Sunday, December 23, 2007
Moment to Moment
Friday, December 21, 2007
Christmas Hoopla
Here are the golden rules:
1. List 12 random things about yourself that have to do with Christmas.
7. Five years later when Krista was born (a month before Christmas), Don went out and did the same thing, buying all the 1984 Baby’s First Christmas ornaments he could find.
8. Don does all the decorating. And I do mean all. The smartest thing I can do is get out of the way. Krista doesn’t let him get away with it though and she always manages to get into it too.
Wednesday, December 19, 2007
I Used to Hate Shopping
I found a beautiful mirrored cross
and
Monday, December 17, 2007
Stranded in Detroit
HOWEVER . . .
That was before I had 30 hours of wondering where Don was in this pretty picture all buried under snow and bad weather. Yes indeed, Don was stranded in Detroit. More precisely, he was stranded at this little airport for 30 hours.
The adventure started innocently enough at 7 p.m. on Saturday evening at the Sacramento Airport. A 90 minute hop later, and he was changing planes at LAX. Then it was on to Detroit Metro for one last change for another 90 minute hop to the airport at Fort Wayne, Indiana.
Terrible how quickly things can go wrong and then proceed to go from bad to worse. Don arrived in Detroit at 5:15 a.m. Sunday morning and was greeted by a flight cancellation. Over the next 30 hours, he was re-ticketed and cancelled 4 more times. His original arrival time of 10 a.m. Monday ended up at 1 p.m. on Tuesday.
The story in between will be something and since Don is really good at producing detailed trip reports, I'll leave that story to him (to be posted here later on after his return).
What I do know is that from start to finish, the carriers and airport did very little to assist people as they waited, and waited, and waited. The worst thing was that there weren't even announcements of gate changes when you finally DID get ticketed again. Off you would go to the appointed gate only to arrive and discover that it had been changed. Sure, the gate changes were noted on the boards but think about it. People are tired and stressed. Are they really looking? Often not. Then you finally get to the right gate and are greeted with another cancellation.
As it turned out though, there was one nice and spontaneous bit of help. Many of the passengers, after so many hours, took to sleeping in the seats in the gate areas and on the floor. Carrier personnel came out with blankets which was helpful.
But I have to question the entire disorganization of the event. It's winter in the Great Lakes and northeast. Weather is an issue. Crowds of people with nowhere to go are expected. It isn't a question of will there be delays, but, when will the delays happen. Why there isn't a plan in place to make assistance and comfort run more smoothly is beyond me.
By the time Don arrived in Fort Wayne, he was exhausted. Quanah greeted him with earmuffs, a watch cap, gloves and HOT Earl Gray tea. Soon he was warm inside and out. Lunch was in his immediate future and then bed for a well-earned sleep. Packing for moving starts tomorrow just a day behind schedule.
Friday, December 14, 2007
San Francisco, There I Went
Saturday's mission had been planned for several weeks. We went to SFMOMA (SF Museum of Modern Art) and the Cartoon Museum. Two exhibits waited to be enjoyed. The drive over could not have been easier -
No traffic
no accidents to slow things up
no weather
It was clear sailing all the way.
A Joseph Cornell exhibit was at the MOMA through early January. Cornell is an assemblage artist, producing boxes and building secret and mysterious worlds within these boxes. I picked up a JC book before going to the exhibit to familiarize myself with more of his work and along the way immersed myself in his life. I'm glad I did because I saw so many of his assemblages there that I had first met in the book.
Seeing them personally was such a rich experience. The pages of a book gives the viewer only a taste of what he did. To see them in a exhibit was a completely enriching experience. I kept on wanting to reach in and touch everything, even moving in close at one point to view the box more closely only to be stopped by the glass case. Ouch!
The Cartoon Museum had an Edward Gorey exhibit of his costume and set designs for the 1970's Broadway production of "Dracula." You know, the one with Frank Langella (be still my heart). It was terrific being able to see his designs in their various stages. It was also good being able to see this show separate from Gorey's more recognizable work many of you may be familiar with. It was like getting a peek into a very specific part of Gorey's world.
Elaine and I walked down Mission over a four block area. I had never seen so many museums packed into a few short blocks. All were specialized and rate further exploration, especially the African Diaspora Museum on Mission.
We passed Buena Vista Gardens with its beautiful fountains and setting for outdoor music and opera.
St Patrick's Catholic Church was across the street from the gardens. We visited it as our last stop before returning home. While there, enjoying the quiet and utter peace of the place, I was approached by one of the city's ubiquitous street people.
"Sorry - no purse with me."
"Is it at the Marriott's next door?"
"Sorry - no purse", I replied, stunned by this brazen question.
Moments later he and another homeless person started yelling at each other across the church, slashing a ragged tear into the peaceful fabric of the place.
The sad thing is that as I recall their yelling words, they didn't make any sense. It was like they weren't even seeing each other but rather they were seeing someone else and hearing other words in reply. Only a physical body was taking up space, each body the image of someone who wasn't really there.
Between museum visits, we hit Mel's Diner, enjoying good burgers and sublime onion rings, and way overpriced coke, no refills. Next time I'll ask. The place was packed from 11 a.m. when we first walked by to 3 p.m. at least, makig our final pass as we returned to the garage to pick up our car and head back home.
Wednesday, December 12, 2007
Deck the Halls, etc. etc.
Tuesday, December 11, 2007
Crossing the Road
Monday, December 10, 2007
Thoughts on Turning Sixty - Part II
Frida and Biene have both shown me two ways, too very different but compatible paths to follow. Sometimes the way to accomplish good can seem so complicated even when one starts from the basic message of Christianity - Love one another. So many conflicting messages and needs and directions on how to accomplish this simple act. So many who take this simple message and twist it into something ugly. Whether it's emails from Nigeria, phone calls, legitimate looking mail, or panhandlers - there is a lot out there to twist and corrupt simple acts of charity.
For a while now, I've turned my back on organized charities with their huge overhead. I asked myself - how much of what I give actually accomplishes its goal. Certainly, I know that charitable acts on a global scale do need the infrastructure to make it happen. But there is a part of me that responds most strongly to direct action. Simply put, I like the action of
Sunday, December 9, 2007
Christmas Traditions
My personal favorite - a small creche from Peru.
We also follow the tradition of either Krista or I going out with Don to pick up the Christmas tree. This year, since I was in San Francisco for the day (more to come about that soon), Krista went out with him. Don rarely goes alone. It just wouldn't be right. We always try to go to the same tree seller which, interestingly, happens to be at the local SaveMart grocery store. They have great trees and never cost over $20.00. Go figure considering the prices elsewhere. Here is one of our happy trees.
My favorite ornament.
We have few food traditions at our house. Chalk that up to me just not being terrible interested in kitchen activities. But actually, now that I think about it, this attitude may be undergoing a sea change. I've been searching cooking recipes and actually have ingredients on the counter set to use. If I actually do this, I'll have to memorialize it here so stay tuned.
However, on the subject of food tradition, Don DOES have one. About six years ago he started baking his grandmother's banana cake. Click here for the story. Considering he doesn't cook a lick, this is nothing short of miraculous. You just have to love this man. Family history means a lot to him and the love of tradition visits us every year now in the form of this delicious cake. But - other than that, well, thank God for Christmas goodies from the grocery store. And more thankfully, the kids didn't mind a bit.
Saturday, December 8, 2007
Morning Sky V
Friday, December 7, 2007
Thursday, December 6, 2007
Paying it forward with gratitude
Wednesday, December 5, 2007
We Gather Together
Saturday we woke to snow flurries. I had not seen snow in at least 15 years and these little motes of sparkling dust fascinated me. The snow remained light and wet, staying on the ground through the day. Erin said snow this time of year was unusual so of course, the snow was a gift from George.
If funeral attendance is a measure of one's impact in life, then George's impact was GREAT. Family, friends, and co-workers numbered in the low hundreds, perhaps 350 or more. Mass was short one communion minister so I had the unexpected privilege of offering communion. I had not anticipated how emotional it would be. Each person, as they came forward, wore a face etched with sadness as they struggled for control.
I was moved by George's mother's personal strength as she spoke of him at Mass's conclusion. It was gratifying to hear of George's own words to her of his readiness to move on. And most of all, I was comforted for his family that he had found a mission, that he fully expected to wield a great sword - to be a force against evil much like his namesake, St. George.
Erin's family home overlooks the rolling hills of a rural farming community. The still active cemetery was established in 1887. Unlike the clean and orderly lines of modern cemetery, George has been laid to rest in a place that is one with the roll of the earth and the elements.
The seasons sharply mark the life cycle of the area and echo in the cemetery itself. Winter snow covered rhododendrons, weathered headstones, and leafless trees. Barns and greenhouses hug its boundaries, present life rubbing up against past life.
Gathering.
Young and old
to honor one gone
too young.
Young widow
surrounded.
Parents
surrounded.
Yet still three very alone people.
Shock still lives here, but -
Each ebbing of the sun
moving shock's cold reach
farther off.
Pain and anger.
Acceptance and reconciliation.
Each arrives in its turn
doing its work as
new life begins again.