Wednesday, December 31, 2008
Saturday, October 25, 2008
And it was lovely, of course. Our park is smallish, with gentle green slopes surrounding a lake filled with ducks, geese and assorted other water bird, and stocked with trout and catfish. Tall, aging eucalyptus trees sway in the breeze, scenting the park and shading sojourners. (See photo.)
What struck me most this morning, though, was the quiet love that filled the park:
- A 30-something couple, her with a walker, he walking alongside, gently helping her. They laughed together, sat on a bench for a while, then slowly walked a bit farther.
- A young father with his daughter, feeding the ducks, taking photos
- A father fishing with his boys
- An elderly, eightyish couple walking hand-in-hand
- Mothers chatting quietly while their children clamber on the playground
And walkers of all ages, sizes, and ethnicities, with and without dogs...mothers and daughters, women friends, couples, singles.
Everyone savoring the moment and enjoying the morning.
The pastoral park scene reminded me of the beauty of life.
Sunday, September 07, 2008
- Langorously read from a relaxing book, "A Year in Provence," by Peter Mayle.
- Enjoyed a glass or two of velvety California pinot noir.
- Watched baseball with Ron, especially our surging Los Angeles Angels.
- Attended our annual church picnic.
- Listened to 1960s-era jazz I've grown to savor on my iPod, by Dave Brubeck.
- Made a delicious dinner for Ron and Andrea: seared pork loin chops and paprika cauliflower, followed by lime sherbet.
- AND... took a Sunday afternoon nap.
I now feel refreshed and ready to face the last 57 days of this political season.
And I'm already planning my post-election relaxation: on November 6th, I fly to Denver to spend five days celebrating my parents' 60th wedding anniversary, and to enjoy the Rocky Mountain fall air.
Ron and Andrea can't get away to join me. And I'm thinking that my laptop may stay home, too.
Monday, June 30, 2008
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
Scott was the first boy I had a crush on... he was head of the boys line in first grade Sunday School, and I was head of the girls line. He was fun and friendly and had a wonderful, hearty laugh, even then.
Our parents were friends, and we had younger brothers the same age. We attended the same schools and church.
Scott and I were like brother and sister in many respects, friends who felt comfortable with each other at that awkward teenage time when we mostly feel uncomfortable with our peers.
We went to a movie together the night of our senior prom because, like foolish kids. we were afraid that other kids would think we were boyfriend-girlfriend.
We lost touch in college.He married a lovely girl from our high school, a year younger than us, and I married, too. And life moved on, as it inevitably does...
Scott and I danced at our 20th high school reunion. Both our spouses stayed home, so it was natural that we would laugh and talk and dance together, just like old times.
He hadn't changed a bit from first grade.
But that was almost 20 years ago. We never saw each other or spoke again.
Scott left his heartbroken wife of 33 years, and two young adult children.
I know their loss is terrible and great.
But I grieve today, too. Somehow, I always thought I'd see Scott again...
Monday, March 31, 2008
Friday, February 29, 2008
Andrea (3:33 PM): we're on lockdown at school so im still in class. we arent supposed to call so im texting. im fine :)
Me (3:34 PM): Are you ok?
Andrea (3:35 PM):yes im totally fine
I called the school office, and a secretary verified that the entire school of 2,500 students is on lockdown because of shots heard north of the campus. Until the police clear the area, school will remain locked down.
Me (3:40 PM): Text me when they release you. Your dad will pick you up. Please be extra cautious.
Andrea (3:42 PM): Okay i love you
Me (3:54 PM): Do they have any idea when this will be over?
Andrea (3:55 PM): no they keep coming on and saying just stay in class
Me (3:58 PM): The office said it was an off-campus incident with a student. Need police clearance to let you go.
Andrea (3:58 PM): okay
Me (4:15 PM): Any word? Where are you?
Andrea (4:16 PM): Nothing. im still in government.
Me (4:17 PM): I should call your employer. (She was due at her job at 5 PM.)
Andrea (4:19 PM): we just got out
Tuesday, February 05, 2008
I suppose that, despite leading a comfortable, middle-class life, I've always unconsciously felt the invisible glass ceiling of hard reality and unfair boundaries.
What today's Democratic ballot means is that I, and my daughters and granddaughter, can be regarded as professional equals to men. That the world no longer sees us as second best... as lesser imitations of white men.
My life's work will be unchanged, of course. But there are no limits for the young women in my family.
Knowledge of that new freedom to follow God's leading anywhere is indeed, a privilege and a deep blessing.
Tuesday, January 08, 2008
Stationary Bike Mileage, by Year:
- 2007 - 614.0
- 2006 - 645.5
- 2005 - 564.5
- 2004 - 562.0
I was on track to easily top my 2006 total until my doctor told me to vary my physical activity... include other exercise, as well. So I did... sort of. But not enough.
Mainly, I sporadically walked. The family-heirloom arthiritis in my knees is a hindrance, though... and as a writer and journalist, I'm not inclined to leave my laptop for great lengths of weekday time.
I may shop for a treadmill, as I know that's the answer to more physical activity.
But for now, I feel GREAT about keeping up the pace in 2007.