Sunday, December 31, 2006

A Five Book Day

Don has a habit of writing up trip reports and sending them to the eWorld as his standard way of a.) keeping in touch with friends and; b.) keeping a journal. I just picked up on his take on yesterday's fun day at the bookstores. Our styles are totally different (so what else is new about us???!!) and I thought it would be a kick to drop his trip report here to show off a bit of his style and humor.


Happy New Year’s and a Blessed New Year!

Yesterday’s activities started by Krista going to Tresetti’s World Café, in Modesto, and purchasing a gift certificate as her Christmas present to her parents, and Annie and Quanah each purchasing a Border’s gift card for their respective Christmas present to me. Guess what I found in my stocking. Krista’s present was in Annie’s stocking.

Annie, being the social secretary, suggested that we take Saturday to go to Tresetti’s and then go to Borders. She also likes to relax there.

After French onion soup and crab cakes and respective sandwiches and good coffee, we headed to Annie’s “add-on”. She always does that. We start out with one or two places to go to and she adds on as many as she thinks I will tolerate and agree to. The add-on was Barnes and Nobles. Annie was searching for a particular literary magazine, which she had found there once before.

Barnes and Nobles did not produce the magazine for her. It is rare that I venture into a bookstore and not walk out with a book in hand. While Annie was searching, I was perusing. I discovered and purchased the following:

Hard Tack and Coffee by John D. Billings. First published in 1880. Billings served with the Army of the Potomac and tells of army life, when the soldier was not marching or fighting.

Druids Their Origins and History by Lewis Spence, to go with my other Druid book on their influence in Europe.

O. Henry, complete and unabridged. Related to the War Between the States in that William Sidney Porter, O. Henry, was born in North Carolina in 1862.

The first two books I could not pass up as they were on the bargain shelves. O. Henry is one of a series of “Noted Authors” published by Barnes and Nobles itself; large hardbound, approximately 1,500 pages of small print for only thirteen dollars. I’ll take that deal. O. Henry is to American literature as Norman Rockwell is to American art. I enjoy the talents of both.

Driving over to Border’s, I found a parking space right in front of the store. I had my gift cards, a printout of the book I had already reserved on-line the day before, and a Borders Rewards Card in my shirt pocket. The Rewards Card is in Annie’s name. My purchases gain her points.

She headed to the magazine section as I headed over to the History section, after obtaining an eggnog Latte at their coffee shop. That store has several shelves devoted to the War Between the States, with many worthy publications to choose from. After reading each title and selecting some to inspect, I held Mosby’s autobiography in one hand and Mary Chesnut’s Civil War in the other. After giving both a closer study, I opted for Mary Chesnut’s Civil War edited by C. Vann Woodward. The publication is her diary during the war years as a Deep South Southern Belle. Now that I know about Mosby’s book I can purchase it later, but for now I wanted her’s.

Taking my find over to Annie, I discovered that she was very pleased at finding Rosebud. Next stop; check out counter. I went first and requested the book I had reserved. The clerk produced my copy of The Civil War Chronicle edited by J. Matthew Gallman. It contains writings by soldiers, journalists, politicians, farmers, nurses, slaves, and other eyewitnesses of the war’s events and told from both the Union and Confederate sides of view, in the only day-by-day composition.

I paid a dollar something and the clerk handed me my library additions. Annie had chosen several magazines, which my discount was used for and I handed the clerk a few dollars more. Shades of Clint Eastwood!

Once in the car, we were both smiling about our treasures. Annie began to page through Cloth, Paper, Scissors and she discovered an article by one of her blog friends. Well that was meant to be.

I drove the car south back to Turlock and Annie’s second add-on; the new Catholic book store down on Main Street. It is Turlock’s one and only.

Upon entering, I saw a sign stating that all Christmas merchandise was forty percent off. I began to wonder just what we would walk out with. After viewing each display, we purchased a beautiful one piece Nativity. It is now setting on our entrance table for year-round display. Annie also selected some cards. She also took note of another one piece Nativity in the window and two cross plaques to go with the one she now has. If this store goes out of business, it will not be for lack of Annie’s support.

It was a good day. Just the two of us enjoying a couple of life’s interests that we have in common. A very good day.

Saturday, December 30, 2006

A Happy Day

We had such a happy day today, Don and I. With the interment, Christmas, and other matters behind us, today was OUR day to get out and about, just the two of us. Krista gave us a gift certificate to Tresetti's World Cafe so we started out there. Wine, coffee (of course!!) to die for French Onion soup, burgers (but oh what burgers!!), and crab cakes - delish and we left stuffed and waddling.

Our original plan was to go to Border's to spend our gift card money and Reward card money and we did eventually get there but during the lunch it occurred to me that I wanted to take another look at Barnes and Noble for a particular quarterly literary journal that I could not remember the name of. I was convinced I would know it if I saw it so off to B&N we went. No luck for me but Don scored with three of the books you see in the picture below.

Once we got to Border's Don scored yet again. I've been looking for Nick Bantock's
Artful Dodger book without luck. It's in print so I know I can order it but I was sort of hoping I might get lucky and find it since it wasn't in the Turlock store. Well, no luck in Modesto either, however, I did discover copies at Amazon and other places so I'll probably just go that route. My search though for my journal came to a successful end. I found Rosebud
at the BIG Borders as I affectionately call it, and rather than loss track of it again, I'm finally going to subscribe.

After finding Rosebud I ran across the current issue of
Cloth, Paper, Scissors Magazine. Have you ever experienced a mental tug, a mental whisper that turns into a shout? Well, this was happening to me. Mind you, I don't buy this particular magazine on a regular basis but today it just would not let go of me. I thumbed through it, flipping quickly through the pages, kept going back to one particular article and then finally said, "Enough" and made it my own. It wasn't until I got to the car and started looking at the table of contents that I finally understood what was going on. Corey Amaro at Tongue in Cheek was this month's guest writer. For those of you rare birds out there who have not discovered Corey's lyrical blog, be sure to click on her link and prepare to go back for many more visits.



Finally we headed home. BUT one more stop, this time at a new store in Old Turlock, The Mission Bell. The shop is own by the same lady who owns Lily's Emporium. Sadly, there is no website for Lily's to share here. The Mission Bell specializes in Catholic products and books. What a blessing to have such a store here in town and designed into such a pretty and inviting setting. One post-Christmas manger later (also in the picture) we were out the door and heading home. Don says he's not hungry - Hurray, no cooking for me tonight. Excuse me while I dive into one of my treasures.

Lest we not forget

I don't normally get political in this particular blog but with the execution of Saddam Hussein, I found Tara's poem somehow fitting. It doesn't really have anything to do with the execution but it works just the same.

Dear Tara,

The living, those who remain, suffer without rest. Some find refuge in written tribute, building a ladder to earthly memory. You build the ladders, Tara.

Annie

Sunday Scribbles - Destination

After a week of silence and a lot of reflection, I'm a bit closer to what is next for me. Like many of us, I've been thinking about the past, recent events in my life, and what these events mean for my future. In no particular order, I've been thinking about

Weight Loss (always right up there at the top)
Instructing myself more deeply in my Faith
Becoming more disciplined and focused
Becoming more productive
Finishing my kitchen project
Maintaining close ties to my brother and sister
Improve my cooking skills
Getting back to my poetry and haikus
Garden more effectively
Exercise
Bring more energy into my life
Designing thematic photo books
Pray more
Clearing up and reinventing my art room
Resurrecting my creative spirit
Clearing out the cobwebs in my mind and heart

There is a lot of confusion and indecision in my mind and heart these days. For five years my focus was on my mother. Even before she became ill, she could not drive. She was housebound because of that. Shopping, errands, just getting out was impossible for her. She did learn to take the bus to the shops just up the road, which for mom, was a pretty big deal. And then when she moved to Samaritan Village and before her stroke, she formed a circle of friends that brought her not only much happiness but also greater mobility. They drove, she didn't, and they included her. There were a few occasions when mom would show up at my office door at work in the middle of the day and I would be so surprised. These sweet moments brought me a lot of joy. It was wonderful to see mom out and about with friends. But then that all changed.

It took mom 2 1/2 years to pass after her stroke. Even though she regained a degree of mobility and independence, she was never really happy again. She could not speak well and the new language between us was deeply tiring for both of us. Tiring for her in her struggle to communicate. Tiring for me in my quest to listen, hear, and understand. Patience became the center of our communication and our physical interaction.

With mom's passing, I feeling like a rubberband that has lost its snap. Even as I write this, I find my thoughts centered on mom as I sift through what she has meant to my daily life for the past five years. Even when I wasn't with her, my thoughts were not far away. And yet my thoughts are moving forward as I try to discern the first step I must take.





The word "energy" seeps through my mind. I can't do anything without energy. I can't do anything until I give renewed energy the time to do its work. I can't do all things as once. Energy, Focus, Steadiness, discipline. I don't have mom to put first anymore. My children are raised. I have a renewing relationship with my husband to think about as final retirement approaches. The energy is like light forming over a black hole of energy sucking darkness resistant to the encroaching light. Darkness has had dominance for a long time. I will need a lot of energy for this next phase of my life.

Monday, December 25, 2006

For unto you is born this day in the city of David a SAVIOUS,
which is CHRIST THE LORD.
Luke 2:11
Love has a Name. . .
JESUS.
May His Love Surround
Your Christmas
Celebration.

Sunday, December 24, 2006

Don's Annual Special Gift to Us

Every year for the past several years, Don has baked his grandmother's banana cake for Christmas. I'm not much of a baker and Don doesn't cook beyond boiling water but his memory of g'ma was very strong. So, every year Don buys a white cake mix, a bundle of bananas and confectionery sugar. He layers it, carefully and evenly slices the bananas, affixes them with the sugar glaze he makes and presents it to us as one of his special gifts of the season. Last year I remember saying that it was too bad we did not have a cake pedestal and cover. THIS year, thanks to his great memory, we have one. Ummmm, delish. His g'ma would be very proud of him.


Saturday, December 23, 2006

Two Months to the Day . . .

. . . mom was interred with dad. On December 22nd, we left for the national cemetery in Santa Nella CA around 12:30 and through a comedy of errors (though it didn't feel very funny) we ended up behind every semi and speed-abiding vehicle on the road. Between semis on back roads and excruciating traffic on Interstate 5, I didn't think we would ever get there. What should have taken us 45 minutes took us 75 minutes. Mom's scheduled interment was the last of the day and I didn't know how rigid the cemetery was about starting on time. All I knew was that we were finally burying mom and I felt tension beyond imagining.

There was paperwork still to be accomplished and tag, I was it. Fr. Leonard from Our Lady of Miracles in Gustine arrived a bit after us and I started to feel some immense relief. We met at the service area where we were met by an Honor Guard. Mom was a Navy veteran having served in the Waves in 45-46. Father's commitment service, readings and prayers were perfect for mom and offered with respect and solemnity. When his part of the service was completed, the Honor Guard read a dedication to mom honoring her for her commitment to service and dedication to our country. Several riflemen presented arms for a 21 gun salute. Later one of the volunteers gathered up the casings and presented them to us. With the playing of taps, the service was completed.

Normally, the remains are brought to the burial site without family members present. This is how it happened with dad and I think we all look on our absence from his side with a bit of regret. To avoid that feeling with mom, we insisted that we would be present when her earthly remains were rejoined with his. Dave, Marcia, and I stood by and the site was opened and the remains carefully placed with dad. The urn remained wrapped in the soft maroon colored sack and we all like this very much. Mom always like being wrapped in a blanket and somehow the presence of the sack carried through this symbolism and was a comfort to us. I will always think of mom as not in an urn but in a comfortable chair wrapped in her blanket.

Later David's friend, Scott, broke out a flask of dad's favorite Jack Daniels. Off the group march back to the graveside to salute mom and dad and pour the remains on the stone. Long after dad had lost his desire for food and drink, he was willing to take a bit of JD from mom's fingertip. To the end, he loved his JD so the salute was a fitting one for their reunion.

Later we all gathered at Anderson's Pea Soup Restaurant for a meal. That completed the tradition. Long before dad passed away, we would all go out to the cemetery. It is very peaceful out there. A visit, soup and sandwich, and company with each other and the day was complete.