Thursday, December 22, 2005
Bye Everyone
Merry Christmas and Happy New Year! I am packing things up and it is tough. I stand out as it is in France being that I am tall and pale. But, Gore-Tex, ripped jeans and musty sweaters make the "sore thumb sticking out" issue even worse. Even in the best restaurants in Seattle, no one looks at you twice if you are in rumpled jeans and a pilled sweater. In fact, you get stared at if you are wearing anything but.
So I bought some nice slacks. They are lined and everything. Also, I bought a couple of nice sweaters. I am not even bringing my ripped jeans and they will be missed.
Off we go to Paris! We will have an apartment and Lucas has orders to find us a Christmas goose to cook. We'll see!
Merry Christmas and Happy New Year! I am packing things up and it is tough. I stand out as it is in France being that I am tall and pale. But, Gore-Tex, ripped jeans and musty sweaters make the "sore thumb sticking out" issue even worse. Even in the best restaurants in Seattle, no one looks at you twice if you are in rumpled jeans and a pilled sweater. In fact, you get stared at if you are wearing anything but.
So I bought some nice slacks. They are lined and everything. Also, I bought a couple of nice sweaters. I am not even bringing my ripped jeans and they will be missed.
Off we go to Paris! We will have an apartment and Lucas has orders to find us a Christmas goose to cook. We'll see!
// posted by Janet @ 1:52 PM
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Wednesday, December 21, 2005
History in the Rocks...and the Sand..and the Muck
An article in my paper today was so fascinating to me. As I have said before, my Dad was a Junior High science teacher with an undergrad degree in Forestry. From the time I can remember, he had my brother and me reciting the Latin names of trees and plants in the woods. But in addition, he pointed out things around us. For example, my Dad's favorite fishing spot (where his ashes were strewn) was Beaver Creek at the point it flows into the Missouri River. With the exception of the dam and a couple of fishing access spots, it looks pretty much the same as when Lewis and Clark explored 200 years ago.
Missouri River at Beaver Creek, photo by Scott Lane
The cliffs around Beaver Creek are limestone and I remember learning from my Dad and from my science classes that this part of Montana had been covered by a large inland sea. I do believe Salt Lake in Utah is all that is left. Well, in the middle of Montana with the nearest salt water a 12 hour drive away to Puget Sound, you can find sea shell fossils in the cliffs above Beaver Creek. I discovered the fossils on my own with a friend because I didn't really like to fish so we would explore. It was strange to see with my own eyes evidence of an ancient ocean.
Anyway, when you go out to the coast of Washington, there are weird areas of dead trees. Trained to be observant of geological issues from my childhood, I have always wondered about this. We have heard about previous big earthquakes but why would trees die in massive numbers? The answer is we had a giant tsunami much like the terrible tragedy that struck a year ago. The thing is this paleoseismologist named Brian Atwater thought this from digging around and seeing the ghost forests but he didn't really have proof except for Indian legend until---and this is true---the Japanese warriors known as samurai provided the answer.
According to the article, "Samurai helped track Big One" by Tom Paulson in today's Seattle PI, the Japanese samurai kept meticulous records of all things commerce in addition to their sword duties. Evidently, they recorded an orphan tsunami which means they felt no earthquake in Japan. And nobody on this side wrote anything down to document this event. Long story short, Atwater is now able to prove from Japanese samurai records that we had a magnitude 9 earthquake on a Tuesday at 9 PM, January 26, 1700. As a result, the megaquake spawned a massive tsunami that destroyed a lot of forests---hence, all the dead trees.
Brian Atwater has written a book called "Orphan Tsunami of 1700". How cool...and a tad scary!
An article in my paper today was so fascinating to me. As I have said before, my Dad was a Junior High science teacher with an undergrad degree in Forestry. From the time I can remember, he had my brother and me reciting the Latin names of trees and plants in the woods. But in addition, he pointed out things around us. For example, my Dad's favorite fishing spot (where his ashes were strewn) was Beaver Creek at the point it flows into the Missouri River. With the exception of the dam and a couple of fishing access spots, it looks pretty much the same as when Lewis and Clark explored 200 years ago.
Missouri River at Beaver Creek, photo by Scott Lane
The cliffs around Beaver Creek are limestone and I remember learning from my Dad and from my science classes that this part of Montana had been covered by a large inland sea. I do believe Salt Lake in Utah is all that is left. Well, in the middle of Montana with the nearest salt water a 12 hour drive away to Puget Sound, you can find sea shell fossils in the cliffs above Beaver Creek. I discovered the fossils on my own with a friend because I didn't really like to fish so we would explore. It was strange to see with my own eyes evidence of an ancient ocean.
Anyway, when you go out to the coast of Washington, there are weird areas of dead trees. Trained to be observant of geological issues from my childhood, I have always wondered about this. We have heard about previous big earthquakes but why would trees die in massive numbers? The answer is we had a giant tsunami much like the terrible tragedy that struck a year ago. The thing is this paleoseismologist named Brian Atwater thought this from digging around and seeing the ghost forests but he didn't really have proof except for Indian legend until---and this is true---the Japanese warriors known as samurai provided the answer.
According to the article, "Samurai helped track Big One" by Tom Paulson in today's Seattle PI, the Japanese samurai kept meticulous records of all things commerce in addition to their sword duties. Evidently, they recorded an orphan tsunami which means they felt no earthquake in Japan. And nobody on this side wrote anything down to document this event. Long story short, Atwater is now able to prove from Japanese samurai records that we had a magnitude 9 earthquake on a Tuesday at 9 PM, January 26, 1700. As a result, the megaquake spawned a massive tsunami that destroyed a lot of forests---hence, all the dead trees.
Brian Atwater has written a book called "Orphan Tsunami of 1700". How cool...and a tad scary!
// posted by Janet @ 1:29 PM
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Tuesday, December 20, 2005
The Gay Cowboy Movie
People seem to be shocked and whispering about "Brokeback Mountain" which recently received several Golden Globe nominations.
http://www.brokebackmountainmovie.com/splash.html
I have not yet seen the movie but it has received good reviews, obviously. Evidently it is about cowboys who fall for each other and is set in the early 60's in Wyoming where such a thing...well, was not accepted. No matter what anybody thinks, gay people have always lived among us and always will. Anyone who has ever read this blog knows I hail from Montana and yes, we had gay people there when I was growing up in the 60's and I knew a gay cowboy.
I wrote about my friend, Kent, on this blog a while back around November 9.
http://mukilteomusings.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_mukilteomusings_archive.html
Kent was not the only one. Some of you, my old high school friends, who read this blog will recognize some of these folks. Helena was not a big town and my Dad was principal of the Helena Junior High so he knew all of the teachers in the city. My mother to this day is friends with former teachers. My 2nd grade teacher, Miss W., and my third grade teacher, Miss J., were room mates. They lived as a couple for decades and were inseparable. My mother was involved in several social groups with them and she believes as do I that they really were a couple. They were terrific teachers and they taught me to read and write and care about others. One of them has died now and the other must be in her late 80's.
Mr. H. was the art teacher in the Junior High. Actually, he was a fabulous artist but a terrible teacher and he eventually left the profession. He had a home in Butte, 75 miles away from Helena. He would stay in a hotel during the week in Helena. My Dad was friends with Mr. H. and in fact, Mr. H. invited our whole family to his home in Butte for dinner. I was a very little girl but I remember his lovely home filled with beautiful things. When I was little, I guess I thought that he wanted to live in Butte because he wouldn't want to leave his pretty house but that is not why. He had to hide. Butte was and still is a wild, rough and tumble mining town but probably there was a spirit of live and let live and minding your own business there.
My Junior High 9th grade English teacher was one of the best if not the best teacher I ever had. One of the advantages of being the principal's kid was that I was placed with the most capable teachers all through school. Mr. V. was a handsome man but he never married. My father admired his considerable abilities....but he knew. We had a gorgeous female student teacher when I was in the 9th grade and my Dad placed her with Mr. V. I never knew if it was for her protection or if my Dad was trying to tempt Mr. V. Many years later, when I was in my 20's, I discussed Mr. V. and Mr. H. with my Dad and he confirmed what I suspected. In fact, Mr. V. died a few years ago after battling the horrors of AIDS during his retirement years.
Back to the gay cowboy. Actually, my husband knew him better than I did. When I was a sophomore in high school, the two most popular boys in school were twins and they were seniors. I will call them Josh and John. Josh and John grew up on one of the biggest ranches in the entire state. One of them, John, was the student body president of Helena High School. These two boys were not identical twins but they were both handsome and all of the girls in school were always a twitter about them.
My family knew them because they went to our church. My husband's family knew them from the social circle they belonged to. You see, around Helena, the big ranchers would own a home in town so the kids could easily go to school. Montana is a huge state with a lot of "the middle of nowhere" and gigantic ranches spread far and wide. These families would have to have a house in town or they would be completely isolated with no access to anything during the winter months. So, we went to school with ranch kids and our high school actually had a rodeo club.
Those families who were not ranchers still had their boy children work on ranches. My brother was sent to work on a ranch for an entire summer when he was about 15. Likewise, my husband was sent to work on a ranch near Wisdom, Montana when he was about 15 and then periodically, he helped on John and Josh's ranch which was nearer to Helena. When I was about 12, I stayed on a ranch up the Gallatin Valley for about a week with a good friend of mine. Since I was afraid of horses and very inept, they didn't wake me in the middle of the night to head into the mountains to herd cattle but my friend, even though she was a girl, was required to do her family duty. Every hand was needed.
My husband stayed in the bunkhouse with Josh and John. He recalls never being so sore in his life as he was after herding cattle with them. Dressed in full cowboy regalia and being on a horse for hours was the toughest physical job he has ever had. Josh and John had a sauna on this ranch. After a very hard day's work, they would sit in the sauna and depending on the time of year, run naked to jump into a snow bank or the small swimming pool-sized horse trough. Josh and John were tough athletic cowboys, terribly good looking, champion skiiers, locally famous and wildly popular. Their family was and is very prominent politically and economically in Montana.
Every girl in our high school was in love with both of them but especially John. He was just a smidgen better looking than his twin. At that time, I was a volunteer candy striper in the local hospital. Among my tasks of serving juice to patients and doing errands, I found myself in the lab. I noticed speciman jars on the shelf and my curiosity got the best of me. Ok, my Dad had been a science teacher so I was interested in what was in those jars. "Oh my goodness!" And I jumped back because right there on the shelf and pickled in a jar was Josh and John's Mom's uterus. I was the slumber party star with that kind of information. My friends were amazed that I had seen with my own eyes the very place where this incredible duo was created. We tried to imagine why her uterus was pickled and concluded that it certainly warranted scientific study to find out how and why it produced such dreamy twin boys.
A couple of years later, my now husband was my boyfriend. Josh and John were off to college when we heard startling news that broke the hearts of hundreds of girls. It was the early 70's by this time, and...John, the athletic cowboy, came out. Josh was not, but John, the slightly better looking twin was...gay! Since my boyfriend had spent a lot of time with Josh and John in rather intimate, clothes--less situations in horse troughs and so forth, I asked if he had any clue. Nobody was more shocked.
In fact, after I heard about this new movie, "Brokeback Mountain", my husband and I talked about John again now 35 years later. All he could say was that John certainly did enjoy sitting in the sauna and jumping into snow banks with the ranch hands.
But he never would have guessed that John was a gay cowboy.
UPDATE: I just googled John (not his real name). He is successful and has published articles on a varitey of things. Currently, he is working on a Phd and his bio says he is a Montana rancher by heritage and committed to sustainable agricultural practices. As a result, his family ranch has won awards for stewardship of the environment.
People seem to be shocked and whispering about "Brokeback Mountain" which recently received several Golden Globe nominations.
http://www.brokebackmountainmovie.com/splash.html
I have not yet seen the movie but it has received good reviews, obviously. Evidently it is about cowboys who fall for each other and is set in the early 60's in Wyoming where such a thing...well, was not accepted. No matter what anybody thinks, gay people have always lived among us and always will. Anyone who has ever read this blog knows I hail from Montana and yes, we had gay people there when I was growing up in the 60's and I knew a gay cowboy.
I wrote about my friend, Kent, on this blog a while back around November 9.
http://mukilteomusings.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_mukilteomusings_archive.html
Kent was not the only one. Some of you, my old high school friends, who read this blog will recognize some of these folks. Helena was not a big town and my Dad was principal of the Helena Junior High so he knew all of the teachers in the city. My mother to this day is friends with former teachers. My 2nd grade teacher, Miss W., and my third grade teacher, Miss J., were room mates. They lived as a couple for decades and were inseparable. My mother was involved in several social groups with them and she believes as do I that they really were a couple. They were terrific teachers and they taught me to read and write and care about others. One of them has died now and the other must be in her late 80's.
Mr. H. was the art teacher in the Junior High. Actually, he was a fabulous artist but a terrible teacher and he eventually left the profession. He had a home in Butte, 75 miles away from Helena. He would stay in a hotel during the week in Helena. My Dad was friends with Mr. H. and in fact, Mr. H. invited our whole family to his home in Butte for dinner. I was a very little girl but I remember his lovely home filled with beautiful things. When I was little, I guess I thought that he wanted to live in Butte because he wouldn't want to leave his pretty house but that is not why. He had to hide. Butte was and still is a wild, rough and tumble mining town but probably there was a spirit of live and let live and minding your own business there.
My Junior High 9th grade English teacher was one of the best if not the best teacher I ever had. One of the advantages of being the principal's kid was that I was placed with the most capable teachers all through school. Mr. V. was a handsome man but he never married. My father admired his considerable abilities....but he knew. We had a gorgeous female student teacher when I was in the 9th grade and my Dad placed her with Mr. V. I never knew if it was for her protection or if my Dad was trying to tempt Mr. V. Many years later, when I was in my 20's, I discussed Mr. V. and Mr. H. with my Dad and he confirmed what I suspected. In fact, Mr. V. died a few years ago after battling the horrors of AIDS during his retirement years.
Back to the gay cowboy. Actually, my husband knew him better than I did. When I was a sophomore in high school, the two most popular boys in school were twins and they were seniors. I will call them Josh and John. Josh and John grew up on one of the biggest ranches in the entire state. One of them, John, was the student body president of Helena High School. These two boys were not identical twins but they were both handsome and all of the girls in school were always a twitter about them.
My family knew them because they went to our church. My husband's family knew them from the social circle they belonged to. You see, around Helena, the big ranchers would own a home in town so the kids could easily go to school. Montana is a huge state with a lot of "the middle of nowhere" and gigantic ranches spread far and wide. These families would have to have a house in town or they would be completely isolated with no access to anything during the winter months. So, we went to school with ranch kids and our high school actually had a rodeo club.
Those families who were not ranchers still had their boy children work on ranches. My brother was sent to work on a ranch for an entire summer when he was about 15. Likewise, my husband was sent to work on a ranch near Wisdom, Montana when he was about 15 and then periodically, he helped on John and Josh's ranch which was nearer to Helena. When I was about 12, I stayed on a ranch up the Gallatin Valley for about a week with a good friend of mine. Since I was afraid of horses and very inept, they didn't wake me in the middle of the night to head into the mountains to herd cattle but my friend, even though she was a girl, was required to do her family duty. Every hand was needed.
My husband stayed in the bunkhouse with Josh and John. He recalls never being so sore in his life as he was after herding cattle with them. Dressed in full cowboy regalia and being on a horse for hours was the toughest physical job he has ever had. Josh and John had a sauna on this ranch. After a very hard day's work, they would sit in the sauna and depending on the time of year, run naked to jump into a snow bank or the small swimming pool-sized horse trough. Josh and John were tough athletic cowboys, terribly good looking, champion skiiers, locally famous and wildly popular. Their family was and is very prominent politically and economically in Montana.
Every girl in our high school was in love with both of them but especially John. He was just a smidgen better looking than his twin. At that time, I was a volunteer candy striper in the local hospital. Among my tasks of serving juice to patients and doing errands, I found myself in the lab. I noticed speciman jars on the shelf and my curiosity got the best of me. Ok, my Dad had been a science teacher so I was interested in what was in those jars. "Oh my goodness!" And I jumped back because right there on the shelf and pickled in a jar was Josh and John's Mom's uterus. I was the slumber party star with that kind of information. My friends were amazed that I had seen with my own eyes the very place where this incredible duo was created. We tried to imagine why her uterus was pickled and concluded that it certainly warranted scientific study to find out how and why it produced such dreamy twin boys.
A couple of years later, my now husband was my boyfriend. Josh and John were off to college when we heard startling news that broke the hearts of hundreds of girls. It was the early 70's by this time, and...John, the athletic cowboy, came out. Josh was not, but John, the slightly better looking twin was...gay! Since my boyfriend had spent a lot of time with Josh and John in rather intimate, clothes--less situations in horse troughs and so forth, I asked if he had any clue. Nobody was more shocked.
In fact, after I heard about this new movie, "Brokeback Mountain", my husband and I talked about John again now 35 years later. All he could say was that John certainly did enjoy sitting in the sauna and jumping into snow banks with the ranch hands.
But he never would have guessed that John was a gay cowboy.
UPDATE: I just googled John (not his real name). He is successful and has published articles on a varitey of things. Currently, he is working on a Phd and his bio says he is a Montana rancher by heritage and committed to sustainable agricultural practices. As a result, his family ranch has won awards for stewardship of the environment.
// posted by Janet @ 8:00 AM
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Friday, December 16, 2005
Anxiety, Anxiety
This has been a difficult week in our household. It all started with the coveted choir solos for the Kamiak Christmas concert. Four outstanding kids--two girls and two boys---are picked each year to sing solo excerpts from the Messiah. More often than not, these same kids win the big roles in the spring musical which is a huge deal in our community. Kaley was not picked for the alto solo and because she is a passionate, artistic, talented girl, everything is life or death with no in-betweens. It was death.
We had learned a couple of months ago that the spring musical was going to be "Grease"! Kaley, because of her looks and her abilities, has had her eye on the lead role of Sandy, portrayed by Olivia Newton John in the movie. Kaley was devastated when she did not get the Messiah solo because she thought that meant no lead in the spring musical. She saw Sandy flying out the window. This week--all week--have been auditions for the spring musical.
cheri pearl photography
All of December I have understood the need for tranquilizers and maybe even the kind they give horses. I would have loved to have been put out of my misery. I have been on pins and needles and walking on egg shells around my daughter. I do not take pills; walking Apolo seems to do the trick for me though I have craved, on these long days waiting to hear how auditions were going, for a horse tranquilizer. One of the consequences of being an at-home parent is the tendency to get wrapped up in our children's lives. Most of the time this is a good thing except during audition week for the spring musical after the daughter did not get the Messiah solo.
My husband and I were not sure about Kaley's fixation on Sandy. Certainly, this is the female lead but there is another part in Grease that is challenging and meaty--the role of Betty Rizzo made famous by Stockard Channing. Yes, our daughter looks more like Olivia than Stockard but not only can our daughter sing, she's a hellavan actress with exquisite comic timing. And for some reason I do not understand, our innocent girl who has never even been kissed by a boy, seems to be able to play skanky, slutty flirts and prostitutes with complete ease. Kaley was a prostitute in Les Miserables, suggestive Kate in Pirates of Penzance, and she somehow managed in her voice recital to make the lead mother duck in Honk be sexy.
When we quietly asked what she thought about the part of Rizzo, we were met with, "Are you nuts! You guys don't know anything! I don't look like a Rizzo!" The second day of auditions narrowed things slightly and it became obvious to Kaley she was not being considered for the role of Sandy. Two of her friends who we could easily see as Sandy were the prospects. To Kaley this meant that not only did she not get the Messiah solo, she was probably not even going to be in the musical. Attempts by us to reassure her were unsuccessful and the tears flowed. She has believed all along that her friend, Jessica, was perfect for the part of Rizzo and not her. "Oh, this is my senior year and nothing is working out. This is supposed to be the time of my life and it is just a dud."
"Kaley, auditions are not over yet."
"Well, they might as well be. I thought my teachers liked me; I guess they don't think I can sing or act or do anything at all."
"Kaley, honey, this has been a good year. You have the lead in the winter play in January and you were voted "Most Likely to Become Famous" by the Senior Class. Not only that but you were picked to conduct the choir, including the huge "Carol of the Bells" sung by all of the choirs together. These things are nothing to sneeze at. Teachers like to spread things out. You can't be picked for everything."
"You guys are so stupid! Don't you realize the musical is most important of all to me? This is what I love. If I don't get into the musical, I might as well just give up on the plans for the rest of my life. I'm so screwed."
Horse tranquilizers! Please! For all three of us! Yesterday morning was another call back list but Kaley did not call me. It was completely excruciating not knowing what was going on and realizing I had to wait until 4:30 to get any information. I couldn't focus very well but I had some Arbitrations to work on, thankfully. Yes, this is just a high school musical but this is my daughter's reality; we want her to be happy so we can live with her in peace and harmony. Finally, at 4:20 she called me to come and pick her up. I could not read anything into her voice.
"I wasn't called back for anything. But I stayed to play the piano for them--all of the call backs."
"Oh?" I said very gently.
"Nobody was called back for Rizzo. So they have that one decided. They must have had that one decided all along because no one even sang for it. You know, Rizzo is kind of a show stealing type of role. She has just as many lines and songs as Sandy."
"So who would be Rizzo?"
"My friends say it must be me. I guess I nailed it yesterday when I read Rizzo's lines and adjusted my boobs. And they know how I can sing. But I thought I had the Messiah solo, too, and look how that worked out."
"You did wha....? Adjusted your wha...?" At that moment, Kaley did the line and performed her little maneuver and it was absolutely hysterical. My straight A student who wears "Jesus is my Home boy" t-shirts has learned how to work it. But we had to wait all last night and until this morning to know for sure because Kaley was either Rizzo or...I didn't want to think about it.
Kaley went to school this morning at 6:45; she was planning to call me one way or the other. By 7:25, I hadn't heard and I wanted a horse tranquilizer again. Coffee seems to aggravate anxiety, I have learned the hard way. The phone finally rings. This is going to be a good Christmas or...or.
"BETTY RIZZO--It's me!" Her choir teacher and her drama teacher knew it all along--probably even when they picked the musical months ago. One full week of auditions and our Kaley said two lines and sang one line and landed the role of a smoking, drinking gang leader who thinks she is pregnant.
We are so proud.
And I have aged 10 years in the last week.
Kaley, age 11. Yep, a Pink Lady even then.
This has been a difficult week in our household. It all started with the coveted choir solos for the Kamiak Christmas concert. Four outstanding kids--two girls and two boys---are picked each year to sing solo excerpts from the Messiah. More often than not, these same kids win the big roles in the spring musical which is a huge deal in our community. Kaley was not picked for the alto solo and because she is a passionate, artistic, talented girl, everything is life or death with no in-betweens. It was death.
We had learned a couple of months ago that the spring musical was going to be "Grease"! Kaley, because of her looks and her abilities, has had her eye on the lead role of Sandy, portrayed by Olivia Newton John in the movie. Kaley was devastated when she did not get the Messiah solo because she thought that meant no lead in the spring musical. She saw Sandy flying out the window. This week--all week--have been auditions for the spring musical.
cheri pearl photography
All of December I have understood the need for tranquilizers and maybe even the kind they give horses. I would have loved to have been put out of my misery. I have been on pins and needles and walking on egg shells around my daughter. I do not take pills; walking Apolo seems to do the trick for me though I have craved, on these long days waiting to hear how auditions were going, for a horse tranquilizer. One of the consequences of being an at-home parent is the tendency to get wrapped up in our children's lives. Most of the time this is a good thing except during audition week for the spring musical after the daughter did not get the Messiah solo.
My husband and I were not sure about Kaley's fixation on Sandy. Certainly, this is the female lead but there is another part in Grease that is challenging and meaty--the role of Betty Rizzo made famous by Stockard Channing. Yes, our daughter looks more like Olivia than Stockard but not only can our daughter sing, she's a hellavan actress with exquisite comic timing. And for some reason I do not understand, our innocent girl who has never even been kissed by a boy, seems to be able to play skanky, slutty flirts and prostitutes with complete ease. Kaley was a prostitute in Les Miserables, suggestive Kate in Pirates of Penzance, and she somehow managed in her voice recital to make the lead mother duck in Honk be sexy.
When we quietly asked what she thought about the part of Rizzo, we were met with, "Are you nuts! You guys don't know anything! I don't look like a Rizzo!" The second day of auditions narrowed things slightly and it became obvious to Kaley she was not being considered for the role of Sandy. Two of her friends who we could easily see as Sandy were the prospects. To Kaley this meant that not only did she not get the Messiah solo, she was probably not even going to be in the musical. Attempts by us to reassure her were unsuccessful and the tears flowed. She has believed all along that her friend, Jessica, was perfect for the part of Rizzo and not her. "Oh, this is my senior year and nothing is working out. This is supposed to be the time of my life and it is just a dud."
"Kaley, auditions are not over yet."
"Well, they might as well be. I thought my teachers liked me; I guess they don't think I can sing or act or do anything at all."
"Kaley, honey, this has been a good year. You have the lead in the winter play in January and you were voted "Most Likely to Become Famous" by the Senior Class. Not only that but you were picked to conduct the choir, including the huge "Carol of the Bells" sung by all of the choirs together. These things are nothing to sneeze at. Teachers like to spread things out. You can't be picked for everything."
"You guys are so stupid! Don't you realize the musical is most important of all to me? This is what I love. If I don't get into the musical, I might as well just give up on the plans for the rest of my life. I'm so screwed."
Horse tranquilizers! Please! For all three of us! Yesterday morning was another call back list but Kaley did not call me. It was completely excruciating not knowing what was going on and realizing I had to wait until 4:30 to get any information. I couldn't focus very well but I had some Arbitrations to work on, thankfully. Yes, this is just a high school musical but this is my daughter's reality; we want her to be happy so we can live with her in peace and harmony. Finally, at 4:20 she called me to come and pick her up. I could not read anything into her voice.
"I wasn't called back for anything. But I stayed to play the piano for them--all of the call backs."
"Oh?" I said very gently.
"Nobody was called back for Rizzo. So they have that one decided. They must have had that one decided all along because no one even sang for it. You know, Rizzo is kind of a show stealing type of role. She has just as many lines and songs as Sandy."
"So who would be Rizzo?"
"My friends say it must be me. I guess I nailed it yesterday when I read Rizzo's lines and adjusted my boobs. And they know how I can sing. But I thought I had the Messiah solo, too, and look how that worked out."
"You did wha....? Adjusted your wha...?" At that moment, Kaley did the line and performed her little maneuver and it was absolutely hysterical. My straight A student who wears "Jesus is my Home boy" t-shirts has learned how to work it. But we had to wait all last night and until this morning to know for sure because Kaley was either Rizzo or...I didn't want to think about it.
Kaley went to school this morning at 6:45; she was planning to call me one way or the other. By 7:25, I hadn't heard and I wanted a horse tranquilizer again. Coffee seems to aggravate anxiety, I have learned the hard way. The phone finally rings. This is going to be a good Christmas or...or.
"BETTY RIZZO--It's me!" Her choir teacher and her drama teacher knew it all along--probably even when they picked the musical months ago. One full week of auditions and our Kaley said two lines and sang one line and landed the role of a smoking, drinking gang leader who thinks she is pregnant.
We are so proud.
And I have aged 10 years in the last week.
Kaley, age 11. Yep, a Pink Lady even then.
// posted by Janet @ 8:11 AM
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Wednesday, December 14, 2005
Laugh Out Loud (LOL)
I know I am biased but my son makes me laugh. Actually, so does my daughter. Both of them are incredibly funny but in completely different ways. My daughter seems to have inherited my mother-in-law's sense of biting subtle humor. Even the ravages of Alzheimer's did not take it all away until the very end. My son, on the other hand, got it from my Dad. Today, his Live Journal which describes his experiences living in Rennes, France, made me laugh out loud. The European kids must think he fabricates all of these tales but....well, I will quote:
http://www.livejournal.com/users/grizluke85/
"On a different note, here is a list of some things that I have tried to explain to Europeans (even some Americans) and have had great difficulty, especially if I am explaining in French. So think about trying to get a European to understand:
-Cowboys
-shooting guns purely for fun
-smores
-pickup trucks (so the back is open but there is no cover...? what??)
-wilderness and the fact that the US has little countryside like how a European would know it
-mashed potatos
-thanksgiving
-our Native American population
-beer bong
-where exactly I come from and Washington is NOT Washington D.C
-why Seattle has no underground public transport or trains
-mountain lions or cougars (so imagine I am saying, "yeah, so it's a big giant cat, like a lion, but smaller and it lives in the mountains and sometimes comes down into the city and eats our pets. Yes we can hunt them sometimes...no we don't eat them...well I guess you could. Yeah I've seen one. No they are much bigger than a dog. Yes it is actually a giant ferocious cat. No I am not lying.")
-The fact that I had to drive 14 hours to San Francisco, the nearest American big city to obtain my visa
-Bears, moose, and deer will all wander into town sometimes, and might even take a dip in your suburban Spokane swimming pool.
-our lack of passenger trains and trying to explain why the amtrak line only goes through the small towns along highway 2 and not I-90.
-what a redneck is (I gave up on this one)
-the fact that we have to be 21 to consume alcohol and that it is enforced everywhere (almost)
-the fact that we can drive at age 14, 15, or 16 depending on the state so long before we can drink
-necessity of a car
- and finally the fact that not everyone supports Bush, and in fact, most people hate him right now!"
LOL!!!
I know I am biased but my son makes me laugh. Actually, so does my daughter. Both of them are incredibly funny but in completely different ways. My daughter seems to have inherited my mother-in-law's sense of biting subtle humor. Even the ravages of Alzheimer's did not take it all away until the very end. My son, on the other hand, got it from my Dad. Today, his Live Journal which describes his experiences living in Rennes, France, made me laugh out loud. The European kids must think he fabricates all of these tales but....well, I will quote:
http://www.livejournal.com/users/grizluke85/
"On a different note, here is a list of some things that I have tried to explain to Europeans (even some Americans) and have had great difficulty, especially if I am explaining in French. So think about trying to get a European to understand:
-Cowboys
-shooting guns purely for fun
-smores
-pickup trucks (so the back is open but there is no cover...? what??)
-wilderness and the fact that the US has little countryside like how a European would know it
-mashed potatos
-thanksgiving
-our Native American population
-beer bong
-where exactly I come from and Washington is NOT Washington D.C
-why Seattle has no underground public transport or trains
-mountain lions or cougars (so imagine I am saying, "yeah, so it's a big giant cat, like a lion, but smaller and it lives in the mountains and sometimes comes down into the city and eats our pets. Yes we can hunt them sometimes...no we don't eat them...well I guess you could. Yeah I've seen one. No they are much bigger than a dog. Yes it is actually a giant ferocious cat. No I am not lying.")
-The fact that I had to drive 14 hours to San Francisco, the nearest American big city to obtain my visa
-Bears, moose, and deer will all wander into town sometimes, and might even take a dip in your suburban Spokane swimming pool.
-our lack of passenger trains and trying to explain why the amtrak line only goes through the small towns along highway 2 and not I-90.
-what a redneck is (I gave up on this one)
-the fact that we have to be 21 to consume alcohol and that it is enforced everywhere (almost)
-the fact that we can drive at age 14, 15, or 16 depending on the state so long before we can drink
-necessity of a car
- and finally the fact that not everyone supports Bush, and in fact, most people hate him right now!"
LOL!!!
// posted by Janet @ 9:38 AM
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Tuesday, December 13, 2005
The Perfect Time
Call me neurotic and I will not deny it. But there is something I have noticed for years. Christmas advertising only accentuates my observation. This time of year we see thousands of ads for watches of all different brands. Evidently, ten minutes after ten is the perfect time. I challenge anyone to find an ad for a non-digital watch that shows a time other than ten minutes after ten. Ok, so I have given all of you a brain worm that will now be with you forever.
Yep, ten minutes after ten is the perfect time.
Call me neurotic and I will not deny it. But there is something I have noticed for years. Christmas advertising only accentuates my observation. This time of year we see thousands of ads for watches of all different brands. Evidently, ten minutes after ten is the perfect time. I challenge anyone to find an ad for a non-digital watch that shows a time other than ten minutes after ten. Ok, so I have given all of you a brain worm that will now be with you forever.
Yep, ten minutes after ten is the perfect time.
// posted by Janet @ 7:46 AM
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Monday, December 12, 2005
For Lucas
Hey Babes, this one is for you. Here is our Christmas tree. We did not put up the second tree with all of our wooden and travel ornaments--didn't seem right without you.
Hey Babes, this one is for you. Here is our Christmas tree. We did not put up the second tree with all of our wooden and travel ornaments--didn't seem right without you.
// posted by Janet @ 7:46 AM
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Friday, December 09, 2005
My Puppy
I cannot figure out my dog. Sometimes I think he is so stupid and other times I think he is a complete genius for figuring out how to manipulate me. Guess what? The minute he realized the pet gate was not going to hurt him or cause any kind of pain, he walked right through. So we do need to keep it shut, after all. Apolo could not stand to see us decorating the Christmas Tree without him.
Helping to decorate--chewing on a fake garland. Mmmmmm!
Sorry rest of the country but we are having gorgeous weather and sunshine. All of the mountains have been out. I see the Olympics from my neighborhood; I see the Cascade mountains in all of their glory--including Mt. Baker-- on my way to the grocery store or Costco; and I see Mount Rainier on the way to the mall to Christmas shop. And they are snowy, white and spectacular.
I cannot figure out my dog. Sometimes I think he is so stupid and other times I think he is a complete genius for figuring out how to manipulate me. Guess what? The minute he realized the pet gate was not going to hurt him or cause any kind of pain, he walked right through. So we do need to keep it shut, after all. Apolo could not stand to see us decorating the Christmas Tree without him.
Helping to decorate--chewing on a fake garland. Mmmmmm!
Sorry rest of the country but we are having gorgeous weather and sunshine. All of the mountains have been out. I see the Olympics from my neighborhood; I see the Cascade mountains in all of their glory--including Mt. Baker-- on my way to the grocery store or Costco; and I see Mount Rainier on the way to the mall to Christmas shop. And they are snowy, white and spectacular.
// posted by Janet @ 12:09 PM
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Thursday, December 08, 2005
1980
Today we remember John Lennon. Twenty five years ago my Dad died during all of the eruptions of Mt. St. Helens. In fact, I have written on here before that I believe the ash precipitated his death from a massive heart attack. But also, a few months later John Lennon was shot and killed. To be honest, I remember only numbness because I could not be any more sad than I already was---and it was about to be Christmas.
Anyway, in the November 28 issue of Newsweek is an article about the legacy of John Lennon, "Lennon Lives" by Jeff Giles. A quote from Dave Matthews was included which particularly touched me. (A little trivia--Dave Matthews calls Seattle home. His wife is a medical student at UW) This is what Dave Matthews said about John Lennon's "Imagine":
Very often, songs of protest or songs that have some sort of social message are just dated and unlistenable. They're earnest--and they're bulls--t. But this is an absolutely stellar song. It's wrenching. Even if he'd written only "Imagine," he would have been the greatest songwriter of all time. Nobody in a position of power had ever made that clear a statement. It's very hard to look at that song and not say, "Well, you know, he's right"--even though he wasn't saying "I'm right." He's just asking you to think about something, which is the genius of it: imagine if everything we take for granted as unchangeable was not there, imagine what the world would be like. And he does it in such a beautiful, humble way that you have to be an insane person not to go, "Touche."
After we invaded Iraq, my children played "Imagine" at church. My son played the melody on the viola and my daughter accompanied on the piano. No person was singing the words. Nobody had to; we all sang along silently in our heads. You could have heard a pin drop. It was completely haunting and I will never forget it. Never.
Today we remember John Lennon. Twenty five years ago my Dad died during all of the eruptions of Mt. St. Helens. In fact, I have written on here before that I believe the ash precipitated his death from a massive heart attack. But also, a few months later John Lennon was shot and killed. To be honest, I remember only numbness because I could not be any more sad than I already was---and it was about to be Christmas.
Anyway, in the November 28 issue of Newsweek is an article about the legacy of John Lennon, "Lennon Lives" by Jeff Giles. A quote from Dave Matthews was included which particularly touched me. (A little trivia--Dave Matthews calls Seattle home. His wife is a medical student at UW) This is what Dave Matthews said about John Lennon's "Imagine":
Very often, songs of protest or songs that have some sort of social message are just dated and unlistenable. They're earnest--and they're bulls--t. But this is an absolutely stellar song. It's wrenching. Even if he'd written only "Imagine," he would have been the greatest songwriter of all time. Nobody in a position of power had ever made that clear a statement. It's very hard to look at that song and not say, "Well, you know, he's right"--even though he wasn't saying "I'm right." He's just asking you to think about something, which is the genius of it: imagine if everything we take for granted as unchangeable was not there, imagine what the world would be like. And he does it in such a beautiful, humble way that you have to be an insane person not to go, "Touche."
After we invaded Iraq, my children played "Imagine" at church. My son played the melody on the viola and my daughter accompanied on the piano. No person was singing the words. Nobody had to; we all sang along silently in our heads. You could have heard a pin drop. It was completely haunting and I will never forget it. Never.
// posted by Janet @ 10:08 AM
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Wednesday, December 07, 2005
Very Rare Indeed!
I almost hate to put these pictures on here because I know Lucas is feeling like he is missing things. Every year we cut our Christmas tree at a local Chrstmas tree farm. There are tons of tree farms within 45 minutes of our house. As one can imagine, it is easy to grow trees here. At our old house, we had doug firs springing up all over the yard. A couple of them are gigantic now; one year we cut our own tree right from our yard because it was growing in the rock wall.
This year we took the ferry over to Whidbey. We live 7 minutes from the ferry and the tree farm was only 2 miles from the ferry dock on the island. When you take the ferry fee into account, it makes for kind of an expensive tree but it is our favorite place to go. And there was snow! I do believe only about once or twice in the last 20 years have we had snow when we cut our tree--very rare indeed! Sorry Lucas.
Tree hugger beautiful Kaley
Tree Killer handsome Dave
And always hot cider and candy canes and a hot fire in the shack!
I almost hate to put these pictures on here because I know Lucas is feeling like he is missing things. Every year we cut our Christmas tree at a local Chrstmas tree farm. There are tons of tree farms within 45 minutes of our house. As one can imagine, it is easy to grow trees here. At our old house, we had doug firs springing up all over the yard. A couple of them are gigantic now; one year we cut our own tree right from our yard because it was growing in the rock wall.
This year we took the ferry over to Whidbey. We live 7 minutes from the ferry and the tree farm was only 2 miles from the ferry dock on the island. When you take the ferry fee into account, it makes for kind of an expensive tree but it is our favorite place to go. And there was snow! I do believe only about once or twice in the last 20 years have we had snow when we cut our tree--very rare indeed! Sorry Lucas.
Tree hugger beautiful Kaley
Tree Killer handsome Dave
And always hot cider and candy canes and a hot fire in the shack!
// posted by Janet @ 7:38 AM
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Tuesday, December 06, 2005
Only in Seattle
Seattle's most recent accolade is being crowned the "Most Literate City" in the nation. We have been number two for a number of years, I guess, but once they took into account book orders online and newspaper reading online, we soared to victory.
http://www.ccsu.edu/AMLC/
http://seattletimes.nwsource.com/html/localnews/2002666956_brodeur06m.html
In the above article about a small independent book store, Seattle readers are described as "voracious". There is something about our rain and our coffee that requires a book to go along. Actually, the book reading culture of Seattle has a way of making me feel like I am always behind in my reading---which I am and it causes me stress. One of the criteria for the "Most Literate" designation was newspaper circulation. I certainly have positively contributed to this factor. We get three newspapers daily which I pretty much read cover to cover with the exception of the Sports section and we get a weekly local paper.
But I have my own observations to tell me that Seattle definitely is the hands down winner of "Most Literate City" in America:
1. Only in Seattle are the small independent book stores actually surviving in spite of the Barnes & Nobles and Borders. My favorite is the Elliot Bay Book Company in Pioneer Square and it is not exactly small--it is huge.
2. Only in Seattle is the lack of smoking due to one thing: It is impossible to hold a cigarette, a latte, and a book at the same time.
3. Only in Seattle do people not honk in traffic and I know why. When you are at an interminably long red light, you cannot resist picking up your book sitting right there on the passenger seat next to you and sneaking in another paragraph or two or three. The person behind you is doing the exact same thing so nobody has an extra hand to honk to get traffic going when the light turns green. Come on, admit it, we all do it.
4. Only in Seattle do the Seattle born teen-agers bug their parents to read more and watch less TV. My daughter just last week took herself to our local used book store to find "The Sun Also Rises" and "For Whom the Bell Tolls" by Hemingway. My son, and I kid you not, has given me a stack of books I need to read that he has read. My kids are truly true to their culture and are "voracious".
5. Only in Seattle do people want a book store gift card for Christmas more than anything else---and in fact, my friend just told me this last Thursday.
6. Only in Seattle is the source of most of our home mold problems the boxes and boxes of books tucked under the stairs, under the workbench in the garage, in the guest room closet, in the trashy book shelf in the bonus room, in the den closet, and behind the suitcases in the bedroom closet. If you are from here, you know exactly what those boxes smell like!
7. Only in Seattle do people who belong to book clubs actually read their books and authors at book signings are treated like rock stars. Unless, of course, the author is a rock star like Paul McCartney who appeared here at an independent book store to sign his new children's book a couple of weeks ago. Bill Bryson was treated like a rock star when he appeared at the UW. Lucas, at the time, was doing his senior author paper on him and managed to get Bill Bryson to autograph it with a note to Lucas's English teacher to give him an A+. Cos (that's what the kids call him), his English teacher, enjoyed this stunt very much. Unfortunately, Kaley, who also has Cos, is going to have trouble pulling this off with Hemingway.
8. Only in Seattle (well, actually Edmonds) is the Senior Warden of a small Episcopal church givien the job of coming up with a book list of the tons of books that have been mentioned during the adult education class just since September.
9. Only in Seattle (well, actually Mukilteo) is there a woman who walks her two gigantic yellow lab-like dogs pretty much everyday while reading a book. Two leashes with two dogs in one hand and a book in the other--true, absolutely true. I wouldn't dare try that because I must see the squirrels and the cats first before Apolo does or I am dead.
10. Only in Seattle does the Monorail mysteriously crash two weeks ago and I know why. Evidently for some strange reason, they built the monorail tracks too close together at one point so that the trains going two different directions could not pass each other just at that point. But it happened--they sideswiped and smooshed together and are stuck--practically tipping sideways off the tracks. No drugs or alcohol were involved but it was pinned on human error.
"Rolfe said both drivers were suspended immediately after the accident, pending further investigation.
Police and the monorail operators would not disclose the drivers' identities.
The driver of the northbound Red Train was not at fault, and the company's post-accident drug test indicated no illegal substances in either driver, SMS said.
Rolfe wouldn't go into detail about what happened just before impact." [emphasis mine]
http://archives.seattletimes.nwsource.com/cgi-bin/texis.cgi/web/vortex/display?slug=monorail01m&date=20051201&query=Monorail+crash
It seems obvious to anyone who can read that maybe when you build tracks for two trains to pass one another, there should be enough room. They had a system set up with a red light signal so that the trains would avoid each other at this section. But beyond that, I bet the monorail driver at fault was....
.....reading a book--- and maybe just a glance to get two or three paragraphs in.
Seattle's most recent accolade is being crowned the "Most Literate City" in the nation. We have been number two for a number of years, I guess, but once they took into account book orders online and newspaper reading online, we soared to victory.
http://www.ccsu.edu/AMLC/
http://seattletimes.nwsource.com/html/localnews/2002666956_brodeur06m.html
In the above article about a small independent book store, Seattle readers are described as "voracious". There is something about our rain and our coffee that requires a book to go along. Actually, the book reading culture of Seattle has a way of making me feel like I am always behind in my reading---which I am and it causes me stress. One of the criteria for the "Most Literate" designation was newspaper circulation. I certainly have positively contributed to this factor. We get three newspapers daily which I pretty much read cover to cover with the exception of the Sports section and we get a weekly local paper.
But I have my own observations to tell me that Seattle definitely is the hands down winner of "Most Literate City" in America:
1. Only in Seattle are the small independent book stores actually surviving in spite of the Barnes & Nobles and Borders. My favorite is the Elliot Bay Book Company in Pioneer Square and it is not exactly small--it is huge.
2. Only in Seattle is the lack of smoking due to one thing: It is impossible to hold a cigarette, a latte, and a book at the same time.
3. Only in Seattle do people not honk in traffic and I know why. When you are at an interminably long red light, you cannot resist picking up your book sitting right there on the passenger seat next to you and sneaking in another paragraph or two or three. The person behind you is doing the exact same thing so nobody has an extra hand to honk to get traffic going when the light turns green. Come on, admit it, we all do it.
4. Only in Seattle do the Seattle born teen-agers bug their parents to read more and watch less TV. My daughter just last week took herself to our local used book store to find "The Sun Also Rises" and "For Whom the Bell Tolls" by Hemingway. My son, and I kid you not, has given me a stack of books I need to read that he has read. My kids are truly true to their culture and are "voracious".
5. Only in Seattle do people want a book store gift card for Christmas more than anything else---and in fact, my friend just told me this last Thursday.
6. Only in Seattle is the source of most of our home mold problems the boxes and boxes of books tucked under the stairs, under the workbench in the garage, in the guest room closet, in the trashy book shelf in the bonus room, in the den closet, and behind the suitcases in the bedroom closet. If you are from here, you know exactly what those boxes smell like!
7. Only in Seattle do people who belong to book clubs actually read their books and authors at book signings are treated like rock stars. Unless, of course, the author is a rock star like Paul McCartney who appeared here at an independent book store to sign his new children's book a couple of weeks ago. Bill Bryson was treated like a rock star when he appeared at the UW. Lucas, at the time, was doing his senior author paper on him and managed to get Bill Bryson to autograph it with a note to Lucas's English teacher to give him an A+. Cos (that's what the kids call him), his English teacher, enjoyed this stunt very much. Unfortunately, Kaley, who also has Cos, is going to have trouble pulling this off with Hemingway.
8. Only in Seattle (well, actually Edmonds) is the Senior Warden of a small Episcopal church givien the job of coming up with a book list of the tons of books that have been mentioned during the adult education class just since September.
9. Only in Seattle (well, actually Mukilteo) is there a woman who walks her two gigantic yellow lab-like dogs pretty much everyday while reading a book. Two leashes with two dogs in one hand and a book in the other--true, absolutely true. I wouldn't dare try that because I must see the squirrels and the cats first before Apolo does or I am dead.
10. Only in Seattle does the Monorail mysteriously crash two weeks ago and I know why. Evidently for some strange reason, they built the monorail tracks too close together at one point so that the trains going two different directions could not pass each other just at that point. But it happened--they sideswiped and smooshed together and are stuck--practically tipping sideways off the tracks. No drugs or alcohol were involved but it was pinned on human error.
"Rolfe said both drivers were suspended immediately after the accident, pending further investigation.
Police and the monorail operators would not disclose the drivers' identities.
The driver of the northbound Red Train was not at fault, and the company's post-accident drug test indicated no illegal substances in either driver, SMS said.
Rolfe wouldn't go into detail about what happened just before impact." [emphasis mine]
http://archives.seattletimes.nwsource.com/cgi-bin/texis.cgi/web/vortex/display?slug=monorail01m&date=20051201&query=Monorail+crash
It seems obvious to anyone who can read that maybe when you build tracks for two trains to pass one another, there should be enough room. They had a system set up with a red light signal so that the trains would avoid each other at this section. But beyond that, I bet the monorail driver at fault was....
.....reading a book--- and maybe just a glance to get two or three paragraphs in.
// posted by Janet @ 7:21 AM
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Monday, December 05, 2005
Perspective
When I was a little girl, I used to take my dog and climb up to the top of this hill we called "Buttercup". From there I could look down on my house and I could see most of Helena even though I was barely across the street. It was always a wonderful feeling to me because such a perspective would give me objectivity about my life.
Yesterday, after church, we took the Mukilteo Ferry over to Whidbey Island to a Christmas Tree farm. It is fun to look at Mukilteo and Everett from the ferry and I get that same feeling of perspective. We always complain about all of the trees being cut down but you know, we still have a ton of trees.
Everett with Cascade foothills as a back drop. The tallest peak to the right is Mt. Pilchuck--Lucas and I stood on that very top.
My neighborhood with train along the waterfront. The lowest row of houses on the right is my street.
When I was a little girl, I used to take my dog and climb up to the top of this hill we called "Buttercup". From there I could look down on my house and I could see most of Helena even though I was barely across the street. It was always a wonderful feeling to me because such a perspective would give me objectivity about my life.
Yesterday, after church, we took the Mukilteo Ferry over to Whidbey Island to a Christmas Tree farm. It is fun to look at Mukilteo and Everett from the ferry and I get that same feeling of perspective. We always complain about all of the trees being cut down but you know, we still have a ton of trees.
Everett with Cascade foothills as a back drop. The tallest peak to the right is Mt. Pilchuck--Lucas and I stood on that very top.
My neighborhood with train along the waterfront. The lowest row of houses on the right is my street.
// posted by Janet @ 7:56 AM
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Saturday, December 03, 2005
Surprise!
I was just so surprised to see this rainbow this afternoon. We have had snow again and snow flakes flitted during the day. It rained a bit, too. There was a little sun....
...and this. Rainbows always make me smile. I wonder if the yacht knew he was driving through a rainbow.
I was just so surprised to see this rainbow this afternoon. We have had snow again and snow flakes flitted during the day. It rained a bit, too. There was a little sun....
...and this. Rainbows always make me smile. I wonder if the yacht knew he was driving through a rainbow.
// posted by Janet @ 4:34 PM
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Friday, December 02, 2005
My First Time
You wouldn't think my first time on a yacht in Seattle would be connected to church but I would not have it any other way. A couple that belongs to our congregation owns this gorgeous boat and they donated a Christmas Ship evening aboard the yacht to our church's Christmas craft fair and auction. A bunch of us pooled our resources for a lovely cruise and all of the funds went directly to our church!
Our family has always watched the Christmas ships follow the tour boat with the children's choirs from a little strip of land behind the UW. But this year, we had the code to a gate surrounding some pretty fancy boats and we got to step onto a dock just a few strides away from our plebian perch of years past. I have been on a ferry numerous times, my husband's ancient fishing boat, and one time 25 years ago, a friend's small sail boat. But never have we been invited aboard an honest to goodness yacht.
Kirkland on east side of Lake Washington
"Our" Yacht
Space Needle from Lake Union
Most of my photos simply did not turn out. Sorry! If you want to see how gorgeous Seattle is all lit up for Christmas and surrounded by the reflection of water everywhere, you just have to see it in person. It was really fun being on one of the yachts I always tried to capture with my camera in years past. I would wonder who the people were and I would remark, "Those folks are no happier than we are!"
Aft
Inside
Outside
My spirits, to be honest, were dampened because our daughter did not want us to leave her. Mukilteo had had quite a snow storm; the streets were treacherous and Kaley worried we might not be able to drive down the steep hill to our house. But beyond the snow, Kaley was having a tough time. She was not chosen for a coveted solo in choir that she has wanted since she was in the 6th grade. Unfortunately, she reacted in the passion and devastation of it all in a way that hurt the feelings of some other kids. Kaley has had her feelings hurt by some of these same kids in the recent past but teaching a child to react in a positive way to being hurt is difficult. If anybody thinks sports is the only arena where competition breeds hard feelings----whoa, I could write volumes.
So yes, the happy smiling Puget Sounders aboard the decorated boats in the Christmas ship parade probably have issues on their minds. But, they are trying to have a good time in spite of it all. And other than being cold, we did have a joyful and wondrous time in spite of it all.
And where are those hot flashes that menopause supposedly promises when you need them??
Merry Christmas!
You wouldn't think my first time on a yacht in Seattle would be connected to church but I would not have it any other way. A couple that belongs to our congregation owns this gorgeous boat and they donated a Christmas Ship evening aboard the yacht to our church's Christmas craft fair and auction. A bunch of us pooled our resources for a lovely cruise and all of the funds went directly to our church!
Our family has always watched the Christmas ships follow the tour boat with the children's choirs from a little strip of land behind the UW. But this year, we had the code to a gate surrounding some pretty fancy boats and we got to step onto a dock just a few strides away from our plebian perch of years past. I have been on a ferry numerous times, my husband's ancient fishing boat, and one time 25 years ago, a friend's small sail boat. But never have we been invited aboard an honest to goodness yacht.
Kirkland on east side of Lake Washington
"Our" Yacht
Space Needle from Lake Union
Most of my photos simply did not turn out. Sorry! If you want to see how gorgeous Seattle is all lit up for Christmas and surrounded by the reflection of water everywhere, you just have to see it in person. It was really fun being on one of the yachts I always tried to capture with my camera in years past. I would wonder who the people were and I would remark, "Those folks are no happier than we are!"
Aft
Inside
Outside
My spirits, to be honest, were dampened because our daughter did not want us to leave her. Mukilteo had had quite a snow storm; the streets were treacherous and Kaley worried we might not be able to drive down the steep hill to our house. But beyond the snow, Kaley was having a tough time. She was not chosen for a coveted solo in choir that she has wanted since she was in the 6th grade. Unfortunately, she reacted in the passion and devastation of it all in a way that hurt the feelings of some other kids. Kaley has had her feelings hurt by some of these same kids in the recent past but teaching a child to react in a positive way to being hurt is difficult. If anybody thinks sports is the only arena where competition breeds hard feelings----whoa, I could write volumes.
So yes, the happy smiling Puget Sounders aboard the decorated boats in the Christmas ship parade probably have issues on their minds. But, they are trying to have a good time in spite of it all. And other than being cold, we did have a joyful and wondrous time in spite of it all.
And where are those hot flashes that menopause supposedly promises when you need them??
Merry Christmas!
// posted by Janet @ 7:28 AM
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