Last night was Lennon and Riley’s piano recital. It was awesome. The kids did so well. No wonder Linda Herzog offered to teach Riley for free—most of her students are a result of our referral. Just kidding, but I wonder if that’s why she felt she could accomplish it without charging him. She offered, by the way, because Riley is really kicking about taking piano right now. I have to say though, his music last night was far and away the best. And I’m not just a biased mother (I don’t think). Cassie had some difficult pieces she played, but it wasn’t the same. Perhaps she was just nervous, but Riley really nailed his—he put feeling into them, he played them well, and he just looked like a natural. And Linda has mentioned more than once that he’s her best student. He played three pieces, and she put him last, I guess as kind of her "crown jewel" or something. It was cute.
So here’s my struggle: what do I do with my son who has met the requirement I set for quitting piano? I told him he needed to either choose a sport (something year-round, but we’ll get to that later), choose another instrument, or learn five hymns. Well, he chose skiing. Not a year-round sport, you say, and I reminded him of that. He also would like to participate in track and swimming, though, so he’s got himself covered. And what do I do when that child is clearly gifted in the area he's wanting to quit? I'm not suggesting he's a protege or anything, but he really does have a talent.
While I’m thrilled he’s decided to participate in sports (finally), I really think he’d be sorry if he quit piano. I have tried logic, reason, pleading, and even the offer of a break for a few months. So finally last night I just told him that he couldn’t quit, but that he could have a break during the ski season. He’s already signed up for skiing, and he’s excited about that, so I figure I don’t want to come down too hard on him. I’m also going to call Skyline and get him on their junior swim team. I think he’d be great at that, too.
Wish me luck in my quest for a well-rounded child. ;)
On another note, we made the cutest gingerbread house over the weekend! It was awesome. I say was because once we got photos of it, it was fair eating. Shame. It was a great addition to our decor. For pics, go to my facebook page and have a look-see.
Tuesday, December 18, 2007
Tuesday, December 4, 2007
Of spirits and ghosts
My son Lennon was baptized a member of the LDS church on Saturday. It was a really cool occasion. The bishop of our ward spoke briefly beforehand, and talked about how he preferred calling the Holy Ghost the Holy Spirit, because ghost could sound kind of spooky.
After the baptism we all met for Lennon's confirmation, the second half of the baptismal event. I watched as Grandpa began the confirmatory (?) prayer/blessing, and Lennon got teary during the prayer. I held his gaze to let him know I was right there with him, and it all just felt really cool.
After we got home, I asked Ed if he had happened to peek at Lennon during the prayer. He said no, and I told him that Lennon had cried. Ed asked if I thought Lennon was scared, to which I assured him that he wasn't scared. Without missing a beat, Ed said, "Well maybe he was scared of the ghost."
On another note, Riley has decided that he does not want to take piano lessons anymore. It's getting more difficult for him, and he's always been the type to want to do things well or not at all (I wonder where he gets that from? Not anymore, but I used to be the same way). I told him he could do that, but only if he did one of the following: find a sport or sports that he could take/play all year, learn five hymns from the hymn book, or find another instrument that he would like to learn.
After many "discussions" and gripe sessions about how he didn't want to play piano anymore and me reminding him what he needed to do to change that, he finally told me yesterday that he wants to learn to ski. So we now are pursuing skiing lessons, with a meeting about the program on Thursday. I will let you know how it goes!
After the baptism we all met for Lennon's confirmation, the second half of the baptismal event. I watched as Grandpa began the confirmatory (?) prayer/blessing, and Lennon got teary during the prayer. I held his gaze to let him know I was right there with him, and it all just felt really cool.
After we got home, I asked Ed if he had happened to peek at Lennon during the prayer. He said no, and I told him that Lennon had cried. Ed asked if I thought Lennon was scared, to which I assured him that he wasn't scared. Without missing a beat, Ed said, "Well maybe he was scared of the ghost."
On another note, Riley has decided that he does not want to take piano lessons anymore. It's getting more difficult for him, and he's always been the type to want to do things well or not at all (I wonder where he gets that from? Not anymore, but I used to be the same way). I told him he could do that, but only if he did one of the following: find a sport or sports that he could take/play all year, learn five hymns from the hymn book, or find another instrument that he would like to learn.
After many "discussions" and gripe sessions about how he didn't want to play piano anymore and me reminding him what he needed to do to change that, he finally told me yesterday that he wants to learn to ski. So we now are pursuing skiing lessons, with a meeting about the program on Thursday. I will let you know how it goes!
Friday, November 30, 2007
Dates are compelling
Man, I don't know how people find time to blog every day. I've kept a journal faithfully my whole life, but I don't think I've ever written every day except for a month or two when I received my first lockable diary in like, 7th grade. Even then it was because the pages were dated and I felt obligated to write something. Sheesh.
Nonsense aside, this weekend Lennon is getting baptized. He's pretty excited, I think. He says he is. It's been fun discussing with him what it means, and what promises he's making, etc. He also started Scouts this month, and has been doing a great job.
I don't have anything clever or brilliant to write at this time (Ha, some of you may say, you never do!). Sorry.
I went to a muscle conditioning class Wednesday and I'm STILL sore as can be. I haven't been this sore in a long time. Apparently I have not worked my arms enough recently, because my biceps feel like they have a fever. My legs and glutes are doing better, and I attribute that to the epsom salt soak I took the night of the class. Wonders!
Anyway, like I said, nothing clever or brilliant. Just trying to get more than one post on this month, for whatever reason. It's not like these pages are dated. :)
Nonsense aside, this weekend Lennon is getting baptized. He's pretty excited, I think. He says he is. It's been fun discussing with him what it means, and what promises he's making, etc. He also started Scouts this month, and has been doing a great job.
I don't have anything clever or brilliant to write at this time (Ha, some of you may say, you never do!). Sorry.
I went to a muscle conditioning class Wednesday and I'm STILL sore as can be. I haven't been this sore in a long time. Apparently I have not worked my arms enough recently, because my biceps feel like they have a fever. My legs and glutes are doing better, and I attribute that to the epsom salt soak I took the night of the class. Wonders!
Anyway, like I said, nothing clever or brilliant. Just trying to get more than one post on this month, for whatever reason. It's not like these pages are dated. :)
Thursday, November 15, 2007
God loves Legos
I feel like one big sigh today. What is it that happens while you're trying to live your life? I like the quote that says (and pardon me if I mis-quote), "Life is what happens while you're busy making other plans." No idea who said it, but they're thinking is right up my alley.
Not to sound ungrateful or even depressed, mind you. I have a wonderful life, it just is such a juggling act. I guess the best thing about it is that we're all in it together. None of us is exempt. And don't worry- you'll see why my blog is titled as it is in a bit.
One of the best things to happen to me today was that our network crashed here at work. No, seriously. I would not be writing in my blog if that hadn't happened. It's caused me to be creative in my work today, as I can't really use my computer much. Everything, and I mean everything is on our network. So it's been a good exercise.
I don't have much to say today. Or maybe it's that I have so much to say, but not enough time to say it. There are so many thoughts and emotions that I'm experiencing today; it's crazy. I have an opportunity at work to present to a "boss" of mine some concerns staff is having with one of our consultants. I'm thrilled just to have the opening. We've dealt with this consultant for over seven years, and staff has not been happy with them from almost the beginning. I'm just glad the door has been opened, and that this boss is willing to discuss it. With the consultant, no less. I think he's afraid Jackie and I will quit if he doesn't do something.
Enough of that. Lennon started Scouts this week, and will be baptized next month. We've asked Grandpa to do the honors. He had his golden birthday (8 on the 8th) and had a small 'late-over' party. It was hilarious to watch these three boys getting into the Pokemon movie, dancing around the living room. It cracked me up.
Riley still tries to weasel his way out of piano. I've made three conditions under which he may quit: he learns 10 hymns, chooses another instrument, or chooses a sport he can participate in year-round. Hmmm. He hasn't done any of those things, but still thinks he can talk his way out of piano. I keep reminding him he has all the control in the world, he just has to make his choice. ;)
A couple of mornings ago I was discussing the power of prayer with the boys. I think we were reading from Jacob. The part where he talks about if we have enough faith our prayers will be answered in the affirmative.
Riley said, "So if I have enough faith, I could pray for all the Pokemons in the world and I'd get them?"
I asked him if he really thought that was in line with God's will. After a brief pause he asked, "Do you think it would work with Legos?"
Not to sound ungrateful or even depressed, mind you. I have a wonderful life, it just is such a juggling act. I guess the best thing about it is that we're all in it together. None of us is exempt. And don't worry- you'll see why my blog is titled as it is in a bit.
One of the best things to happen to me today was that our network crashed here at work. No, seriously. I would not be writing in my blog if that hadn't happened. It's caused me to be creative in my work today, as I can't really use my computer much. Everything, and I mean everything is on our network. So it's been a good exercise.
I don't have much to say today. Or maybe it's that I have so much to say, but not enough time to say it. There are so many thoughts and emotions that I'm experiencing today; it's crazy. I have an opportunity at work to present to a "boss" of mine some concerns staff is having with one of our consultants. I'm thrilled just to have the opening. We've dealt with this consultant for over seven years, and staff has not been happy with them from almost the beginning. I'm just glad the door has been opened, and that this boss is willing to discuss it. With the consultant, no less. I think he's afraid Jackie and I will quit if he doesn't do something.
Enough of that. Lennon started Scouts this week, and will be baptized next month. We've asked Grandpa to do the honors. He had his golden birthday (8 on the 8th) and had a small 'late-over' party. It was hilarious to watch these three boys getting into the Pokemon movie, dancing around the living room. It cracked me up.
Riley still tries to weasel his way out of piano. I've made three conditions under which he may quit: he learns 10 hymns, chooses another instrument, or chooses a sport he can participate in year-round. Hmmm. He hasn't done any of those things, but still thinks he can talk his way out of piano. I keep reminding him he has all the control in the world, he just has to make his choice. ;)
A couple of mornings ago I was discussing the power of prayer with the boys. I think we were reading from Jacob. The part where he talks about if we have enough faith our prayers will be answered in the affirmative.
Riley said, "So if I have enough faith, I could pray for all the Pokemons in the world and I'd get them?"
I asked him if he really thought that was in line with God's will. After a brief pause he asked, "Do you think it would work with Legos?"
Thursday, October 11, 2007
Educating the mighty
I finally did it. I've finally had enough stress over helping my 5th grader and 2nd grader with hours of homework each night that I switched schools. Extreme? Maybe. Necessary? Definitely. Now they get to wear uniforms and since it's a charter school, I feel my voice regarding the importance of play time might be heard.
When I was in grade school, I don't remember having a lick of homework. It wasn't until junior high that we actually had real bring-home stuff. Now, maybe I'm not the smartest kid on the block, but I think I turned out ok. I'm not all hopped up about raising geniuses, either. I rather think self confidence and an relatively anxiety-free childhood is important. I mean, when your kid starts saying borderline suicidal things, it's time to sit up and pay attention, don't you think?
I was speaking with a dear friend last night who made such an astute comment about the rearing of today's kids. She said that when she was in school, the were able to use reports from the encyclopedia for their work. Now, she says, there is such a panic over plagiarism (we're talking about grade schoolers here, keep in mind), that the kids only have their own minds to learn from. Hmmm. Learn how to do a report from reading and using professional reports, or learn how to do a report by muddling through with your undeveloped, anxiety-ridden, fifth grade mentality? Which do you think would be more effective? Plagiarism indeed.
Wish my children luck. They're going to need it, I fear. I guess the good news in all of this is that they would have been ready for high school right out of sixth grade and could skip junior high altogether. And we all know how wonderful it would be if we could have all skipped that part of our lives. ;)
When I was in grade school, I don't remember having a lick of homework. It wasn't until junior high that we actually had real bring-home stuff. Now, maybe I'm not the smartest kid on the block, but I think I turned out ok. I'm not all hopped up about raising geniuses, either. I rather think self confidence and an relatively anxiety-free childhood is important. I mean, when your kid starts saying borderline suicidal things, it's time to sit up and pay attention, don't you think?
I was speaking with a dear friend last night who made such an astute comment about the rearing of today's kids. She said that when she was in school, the were able to use reports from the encyclopedia for their work. Now, she says, there is such a panic over plagiarism (we're talking about grade schoolers here, keep in mind), that the kids only have their own minds to learn from. Hmmm. Learn how to do a report from reading and using professional reports, or learn how to do a report by muddling through with your undeveloped, anxiety-ridden, fifth grade mentality? Which do you think would be more effective? Plagiarism indeed.
Wish my children luck. They're going to need it, I fear. I guess the good news in all of this is that they would have been ready for high school right out of sixth grade and could skip junior high altogether. And we all know how wonderful it would be if we could have all skipped that part of our lives. ;)
Monday, October 1, 2007
I see London, I see France...
It's officially October, which means that in just over three weeks I am heading to lovely London to visit my sister. The day after I arrive, we will all (her family and me) traipse over to Paris for three days, then back to London for an additional seven. I'm so excited my co-workers can hardly stand me.
The hardest part about it has been trying to remember all the advice I've been getting on how to dress, what to visit, where to go, what to bring, etc. It's not like I'll be in outer Mongolia or anything, but it does cost twice as much for everything there. I'd prefer not to forget anything. I even offered to bring my sister some peanut butter!
Aside from all that commotion, I got an email from Lennon's teacher today saying that he's having a hard time focusing in class and completing his assignments. Sigh. That's all I can really say about that. Unless I were to add, "here we go again..."
My 20-year HS reunion is next week. I've opted not to go, but it's been fun hearing from some old classmates. Our reunion planners actually set up a site that provides email address for free, not like that spawn of satan web site classmates.com, which started out free but now makes you pay to view your own profile. Not literally, but it seems like it. Disgusting.
I've talked to Stephanie, Chad, Chad (no typo-- two Chads), Mike, and Mary Alice, plus others. What a great time catching up with them.
I've also almost completed my Level One certification for yoga instruction. I've completed the training, but now I have 8 hours community service, teaching for free, that I have to finish. Should be a hoot-- last week I showed up and had to do yoga all by myself. It's nice to know you're loved! ;)
The hardest part about it has been trying to remember all the advice I've been getting on how to dress, what to visit, where to go, what to bring, etc. It's not like I'll be in outer Mongolia or anything, but it does cost twice as much for everything there. I'd prefer not to forget anything. I even offered to bring my sister some peanut butter!
Aside from all that commotion, I got an email from Lennon's teacher today saying that he's having a hard time focusing in class and completing his assignments. Sigh. That's all I can really say about that. Unless I were to add, "here we go again..."
My 20-year HS reunion is next week. I've opted not to go, but it's been fun hearing from some old classmates. Our reunion planners actually set up a site that provides email address for free, not like that spawn of satan web site classmates.com, which started out free but now makes you pay to view your own profile. Not literally, but it seems like it. Disgusting.
I've talked to Stephanie, Chad, Chad (no typo-- two Chads), Mike, and Mary Alice, plus others. What a great time catching up with them.
I've also almost completed my Level One certification for yoga instruction. I've completed the training, but now I have 8 hours community service, teaching for free, that I have to finish. Should be a hoot-- last week I showed up and had to do yoga all by myself. It's nice to know you're loved! ;)
Tuesday, August 28, 2007
Lennon's lost tooth
Lennon didn't want to pull his tooth out the other day, even though it was barely hanging on. He'd been working so diligently on it over the past couple of weeks, I thought he'd for sure just yank it out with no problems. Nope, not him-- nothing doing.
"It'll hurt, Mom."
So Ed suggested using his RC to pull it out. I tried to attach the video, but it's too big. Pretty funny. I joked with him that night that it was such a small tooth that he'd probably only get a quarter for it. He assured me that he always gets a dollar.
After he put it under his pillow, we all went to bed and I promptly forgot about it. The next morning as we were about to leave I saw the little baggy with his tooth in it on the floor. I hurried and put a dollar in there and stuffed it back under his pillow. Once out the door and on our merry way, I asked him if he remembered to check under his pillow. He was pretty quiet and said, "Yeah, she only left me a penny."
I about fell out of the car laughing. Struggling to keep a straight face, I told him maybe she is on a budget. He said that it was funny though-- that it looked like one of the pennies I brought him from Canada. I laughed, thinking maybe the Tooth Fairy is Canadian? I have no idea where the penny came from, so I urged him to look again when he got home; that maybe he had missed it.
After dinner I reminded him to go look. He was so excited to find the dollar. Fun stuff.
"It'll hurt, Mom."
So Ed suggested using his RC to pull it out. I tried to attach the video, but it's too big. Pretty funny. I joked with him that night that it was such a small tooth that he'd probably only get a quarter for it. He assured me that he always gets a dollar.
After he put it under his pillow, we all went to bed and I promptly forgot about it. The next morning as we were about to leave I saw the little baggy with his tooth in it on the floor. I hurried and put a dollar in there and stuffed it back under his pillow. Once out the door and on our merry way, I asked him if he remembered to check under his pillow. He was pretty quiet and said, "Yeah, she only left me a penny."
I about fell out of the car laughing. Struggling to keep a straight face, I told him maybe she is on a budget. He said that it was funny though-- that it looked like one of the pennies I brought him from Canada. I laughed, thinking maybe the Tooth Fairy is Canadian? I have no idea where the penny came from, so I urged him to look again when he got home; that maybe he had missed it.
After dinner I reminded him to go look. He was so excited to find the dollar. Fun stuff.
What's for dinner?
Last night when I got home, Riley had a menu waiting for me. Choices included (under entrees): ham -n- cheese, ham -n- mustard, Ramen noodles; (under drinks) chocolate milk, grape juice, water; (under dessert) fudge marshmellow (sic) brownies. YUM! Ed was the "chef" and Riley the "maitre d" and Lennon and I were served very well. It was awesome.
It reminds me of many years ago when I was babysitting my nieces after a long graveyard shift. I explained to my sister Jeanne that I would probably sleep much of the time I was there, which she said would be fine, as long as an adult was available in the event of an emergency. At lunch time, three little girls came into the room bearing a menu much like Riley’s, and while I don’t remember the complete contents of the menu, I know I ended up with a peanut butter sandwich that day. It was awesome. Those little girls were and are a complete treasure. What a great memory!
It reminds me of many years ago when I was babysitting my nieces after a long graveyard shift. I explained to my sister Jeanne that I would probably sleep much of the time I was there, which she said would be fine, as long as an adult was available in the event of an emergency. At lunch time, three little girls came into the room bearing a menu much like Riley’s, and while I don’t remember the complete contents of the menu, I know I ended up with a peanut butter sandwich that day. It was awesome. Those little girls were and are a complete treasure. What a great memory!
Tuesday, August 21, 2007
Has it really been 15 years?
So I got my service award request form today for my 15 years of service at Jordan Valley Water Conservancy District (new and improved web site coming soon). What!?! Fifteen years? That blows my mind. I've held two positions in that time: dispatcher/O&M admin assistant (6 years), and Communications/PR Specialist (9 years). They were like two different lives. I've fully enjoyed myself here and owe them a lot. They promoted me without a degree and have taken some real chances on my skills. So I'm grateful. But I've worked really hard for them and (hopefully) do a good job.
Here's to another 15!
Here's to another 15!
Monday, August 20, 2007
Confessions of an addict
I'd say I'm slowing down a bit on the blogging. You can't blame Facebook or anything. I've created a page there, and boy, does it have an addiction potential. I must really be careful.
Speaking of addictions, I recently wrote on Facebook a little known fact about myself: I'm a recipe addict! I absolutely love recipes! I have quite a few recipe books, and I'm always drooling over the recipes in the local paper, but do I cook anywhere near any percentage of the number of recipes I own? Not a chance. I think I have this Utopia in my head somewhere, where I envision being able to cook and try all of these recipes some day. Is that normal? I have a neighbor who does the same thing, but at least she cooks frequently. Not that I don't enjoy cooking, I actually love that, too, I just don't have the time or the type of children who enjoy eating what I cook. At least my husband enjoys them. I'll just have to keep up with my mantra: some day... some day.
bon appetit!
Speaking of addictions, I recently wrote on Facebook a little known fact about myself: I'm a recipe addict! I absolutely love recipes! I have quite a few recipe books, and I'm always drooling over the recipes in the local paper, but do I cook anywhere near any percentage of the number of recipes I own? Not a chance. I think I have this Utopia in my head somewhere, where I envision being able to cook and try all of these recipes some day. Is that normal? I have a neighbor who does the same thing, but at least she cooks frequently. Not that I don't enjoy cooking, I actually love that, too, I just don't have the time or the type of children who enjoy eating what I cook. At least my husband enjoys them. I'll just have to keep up with my mantra: some day... some day.
bon appetit!
Tuesday, August 14, 2007
Who writes this stuff?
I was hoping to come visit this site today and find something new and interesting posted. Hmmm. I guess that won't work if I'm the one who's doing the posting . I find myself rather boring, although I am easily amused. Just ask my brother. ;)
No Earth-shattering news today. Ed and I have made arrangements to have the kids picked up from school, and I'll be dropping them off in time to get myself to work by 9 a.m. Sigh. I know life could be much worse, but who wants to work a 9-6 shift? I always thought I'd be spoiled and able to continue my coveted 7-5, with every other Friday off, or at least only work half days on Fridays. Even if I work 9-6, that's my 9 hours all right, but I wouldn't get a lunch. Ewww- I don't work well under those conditions.
So, I'm wondering if dropping the boys off at day camp in the morning so the center can bus them to school would be a better option. Then when they have those school holidays they'll actually have something to do. Riley's already told me he would rather spend days off at Grandma's. We'll see--G&G have lots of their own stuff going on. The trick now is convincing Ed, I think. The good news about it is that I would be able to work earlier, keep my half Fridays or every-other-Friday arrangement, and still be home with the boys on those Fridays that they don't have school. The bad news is, Ed's already arranged all the car pooling. Which means we'd have to scrap that. And that doesn't always go over well with those you've set up stuff with.
Any thoughts out there?
No Earth-shattering news today. Ed and I have made arrangements to have the kids picked up from school, and I'll be dropping them off in time to get myself to work by 9 a.m. Sigh. I know life could be much worse, but who wants to work a 9-6 shift? I always thought I'd be spoiled and able to continue my coveted 7-5, with every other Friday off, or at least only work half days on Fridays. Even if I work 9-6, that's my 9 hours all right, but I wouldn't get a lunch. Ewww- I don't work well under those conditions.
So, I'm wondering if dropping the boys off at day camp in the morning so the center can bus them to school would be a better option. Then when they have those school holidays they'll actually have something to do. Riley's already told me he would rather spend days off at Grandma's. We'll see--G&G have lots of their own stuff going on. The trick now is convincing Ed, I think. The good news about it is that I would be able to work earlier, keep my half Fridays or every-other-Friday arrangement, and still be home with the boys on those Fridays that they don't have school. The bad news is, Ed's already arranged all the car pooling. Which means we'd have to scrap that. And that doesn't always go over well with those you've set up stuff with.
Any thoughts out there?
Tuesday, August 7, 2007
A tribute to my husband
So, I came home last night just exhausted from all the whirlwind with the groundbreaking, and Ed reminded me that we were going up to plant a tree with the Fan family. They had lost a son earlier in the year to a staph infection, and the school has a nice little tradition of planting trees for students that have died. I was not my chipper little self (snort), and got home late to boot, so had a rushed dinner and then was hurried out the door. Before we left, Ed showed me a couple of tree poems he had found, and asked if I would read one of them. I told him, not too enthusiastically, that if that was what he wanted to do, I would be glad to read one. We took them both with us.
Once we got there (early), we proceeded to take out all of the accoutrements that Ed had packed along. Thankfully, the hole was already dug for the tree, and had standing water in it from the lawn watering. Once the Fans got there, they put the tree in the hole and were very enthusiastic about the project. It was then that the enormity of what we were doing began to sink in. These kind people had lost their only son. Once the tree was in the hole and looking really nice, I offered to read the poem I thought would be more appropriate. I couldn't make it through without choking up. When I finished, I looked over to Mrs. Fan, who was weeping openly, and felt so ashamed for my prior insensitivity. I gave her a hug and just held her while she cried. It was so intensely personal, and such a sad and beautiful moment, and one I will never forget. I then hugged Mr. Fan, who said he was deeply touched, and also crying. They thanked me, but I assured them it was all Ed's doing. I have much to learn from my gentle, caring husband, who has such compassion for others.
I've included the poem here, called "Think Like A Tree" by Karen I. Shragg:
Soak up the sun
Affirm life's magic
Be graceful in the wind
Stand tall after a storm
Feel refreshed after it rains
Grow strong without notice
Be prepared for each season
Provide shelter to strangers
Hang tough through a cold spell
Emerge renewed at the first signs of spring
Stay deeply rooted while reaching for the sky
Be still long enough to
hear your own leaves rustling.
Thanks to my sweetheart for his stellar example. Maybe one day I will come close to being so compassionate.
Linda
Once we got there (early), we proceeded to take out all of the accoutrements that Ed had packed along. Thankfully, the hole was already dug for the tree, and had standing water in it from the lawn watering. Once the Fans got there, they put the tree in the hole and were very enthusiastic about the project. It was then that the enormity of what we were doing began to sink in. These kind people had lost their only son. Once the tree was in the hole and looking really nice, I offered to read the poem I thought would be more appropriate. I couldn't make it through without choking up. When I finished, I looked over to Mrs. Fan, who was weeping openly, and felt so ashamed for my prior insensitivity. I gave her a hug and just held her while she cried. It was so intensely personal, and such a sad and beautiful moment, and one I will never forget. I then hugged Mr. Fan, who said he was deeply touched, and also crying. They thanked me, but I assured them it was all Ed's doing. I have much to learn from my gentle, caring husband, who has such compassion for others.
I've included the poem here, called "Think Like A Tree" by Karen I. Shragg:
Soak up the sun
Affirm life's magic
Be graceful in the wind
Stand tall after a storm
Feel refreshed after it rains
Grow strong without notice
Be prepared for each season
Provide shelter to strangers
Hang tough through a cold spell
Emerge renewed at the first signs of spring
Stay deeply rooted while reaching for the sky
Be still long enough to
hear your own leaves rustling.
Thanks to my sweetheart for his stellar example. Maybe one day I will come close to being so compassionate.
Linda
Monday, August 6, 2007
Groundbreaking
Today we had a groundbreaking on the Conservation Garden Park expansion for phase 1. Lots of dignitaries and public officials; city people and the like, and the lieutenant governor, as I mentioned in my previous blog. Since then we've had two significant offers of donations. Amazing what a little press can do.
It's been a whirlwind day, and I'm tired. They've also posted Dave's job, and I need to go in and talk to Bart to see if it's something I'm interested in. I told him I may not completely understand Dave's responsibilities, but that I really enjoy what I currently do. He said, "we enjoy what you do, too, and would hate to see you get frustrated and leave in 2 years like everyone else." Or something to that effect. He hasn't been able to keep any of his programs managers longer than that. Hmmm. I'm going strong at almost 10 years now; perhaps it would take a job change to get me to leave. ;) I was flattered nonetheless. Glad to know he doesn't want to lose me!
An old high school classmate of mine came and took photographs of the event. Maybe some of you will remember him: Quinn Farley. He's got his own photography studio in SL now, and is doing well. It's always such a pleasure to see him. When I get his photos back, I'll post one or two on here so you can see what a shindig it was. I'm glad it's over, but it was sure a rush and upbeat.
I will try to post something on our cgp site as well.
Linda
It's been a whirlwind day, and I'm tired. They've also posted Dave's job, and I need to go in and talk to Bart to see if it's something I'm interested in. I told him I may not completely understand Dave's responsibilities, but that I really enjoy what I currently do. He said, "we enjoy what you do, too, and would hate to see you get frustrated and leave in 2 years like everyone else." Or something to that effect. He hasn't been able to keep any of his programs managers longer than that. Hmmm. I'm going strong at almost 10 years now; perhaps it would take a job change to get me to leave. ;) I was flattered nonetheless. Glad to know he doesn't want to lose me!
An old high school classmate of mine came and took photographs of the event. Maybe some of you will remember him: Quinn Farley. He's got his own photography studio in SL now, and is doing well. It's always such a pleasure to see him. When I get his photos back, I'll post one or two on here so you can see what a shindig it was. I'm glad it's over, but it was sure a rush and upbeat.
I will try to post something on our cgp site as well.
Linda
Friday, August 3, 2007
Must be rough being a dignitary
I've been working the last couple of days with the State of Utah Lt. Governor's personal assistant. He's arranging for the Lt. Gov. to be at a groundbreaking at my work on Monday morning, and the stuff that guy has to know beforehand is astounding! I can envision "Stan" running around beside the Lt. Gov. handing him papers, reading off names of people he needs to acknowledge, answering questions in a hurried manner, etc. as all this takes place. Like you might see in a movie. It's been kind of fun, actually. We had the Governor himself on board to begin with, but with all the wildfires in Utah (you'd never know-- it's pouring right now) he had to cancel for a meeting regarding what to do about them.
So, why are we having a groundbreaking? Our Conservation Garden is expanding, and this is the big day when we turn the soil. It's been really invigorating to be involved, and kind of a pain coordinating everything. Fortunately, the district has some excellent staff with good heads on their shoulders, and it should just fall all into place. Wish you could all be here! We had over 100 people RSVP for the event, although I suspect part of that may be because the invitations announced the governor would be here. ;)
So, why are we having a groundbreaking? Our Conservation Garden is expanding, and this is the big day when we turn the soil. It's been really invigorating to be involved, and kind of a pain coordinating everything. Fortunately, the district has some excellent staff with good heads on their shoulders, and it should just fall all into place. Wish you could all be here! We had over 100 people RSVP for the event, although I suspect part of that may be because the invitations announced the governor would be here. ;)
Thursday, August 2, 2007
Duh
As Lennon likes to say, "duh." Sorry to not post what Ed is actually doing for his new job, or where he now works. He's at L-3 Communications, a huge military contractor, and he's a project planner. He gets to track all the parts from points A to B to C, etc., for each project he's assigned. He loves it a lot and brings work home fairly often so he can get up to speed on his responsibilities and get more familiar with all he's supposed to do. We're all very happy. :)
We're registering the boys for school tonight. Riley will be in 5th grade, Lennon in 2nd. I told Riley last night, "Dude, you're getting old." He laughed and kind of rolled his eyes and said, "Mom, I'm not in 5th grade yet!" It was pretty funny.
I don't watch a lot of TV, but I happened across Dr. Phil's show last night, where they posted hidden cameras in a few locations to test people's honesty and ethics. It was interesting. The first segment was an actor openly shoplifting in a convenience store. The first guy they taped told her she should be ashamed of herself and put the stuff back. The second guy gave her pointers on how to better get away with it! The second segment was for an actor to give back too much change to people. About 99% of the customers immediately gave the extra money back to her. They determined that most people are honest. The last segment, however, was a male and female actor yelling at each other on the street, to see if people would stop and intervene. Very, very few people did, and all were women, who tried to help the girl. That one didn't surprise me much. Most people don't want to get involved in such things.
I've enjoyed my two official days of posting. Let's hope I can stay on top of it. I have to admit, sadly, that my updating of my "real" journal has lacked severely the last few months. Do any of you find that you post differently where the public can read, as opposed to your private journal?
Linda
We're registering the boys for school tonight. Riley will be in 5th grade, Lennon in 2nd. I told Riley last night, "Dude, you're getting old." He laughed and kind of rolled his eyes and said, "Mom, I'm not in 5th grade yet!" It was pretty funny.
I don't watch a lot of TV, but I happened across Dr. Phil's show last night, where they posted hidden cameras in a few locations to test people's honesty and ethics. It was interesting. The first segment was an actor openly shoplifting in a convenience store. The first guy they taped told her she should be ashamed of herself and put the stuff back. The second guy gave her pointers on how to better get away with it! The second segment was for an actor to give back too much change to people. About 99% of the customers immediately gave the extra money back to her. They determined that most people are honest. The last segment, however, was a male and female actor yelling at each other on the street, to see if people would stop and intervene. Very, very few people did, and all were women, who tried to help the girl. That one didn't surprise me much. Most people don't want to get involved in such things.
I've enjoyed my two official days of posting. Let's hope I can stay on top of it. I have to admit, sadly, that my updating of my "real" journal has lacked severely the last few months. Do any of you find that you post differently where the public can read, as opposed to your private journal?
Linda
Wednesday, August 1, 2007
Following the Wallentines
My second official blog (tried it on another site to get my feet wet). I just read the Wallentine's blog this morning and thought, "Hey, I can do that." So here I am. Thanks to R&D for their inspiration. I've typically shied away from blogging, just because I tend to be a private person, and somehow having my thoughts posted where the entire world could see kind of made me nervous. But it's not like I'm on Facebook or Myspace, right?
Hopefully I can get my kids and hubby involved, even if it's just to read the postings once in a while.
I can't spend a lot of time today-- it's crazy busy at work. Just ask anyone who works here. There are some changes coming down the pipe, and if certain changes are made to a position that's coming available, it may mean a job change for me. We'll see. I'm not holding my breath, as I don't expect them to make the changes I hope for, and I'm really quite happy doing what I'm doing.
Life is good. Ed and the boys are doing well. Ed loves his new job. It's so fun to see him excited about work again. Riley commented today that summer goes by too fast (even though school doesn't start for another three 1/2 weeks). Lennon is just happy pretty much anywhere and growing like a weed.
Well, that's all for now, except to say thanks to Denver families for their recent hosting while I was there, and the joy it was to visit with them two weekends in a row!
Love,
Linda
Hopefully I can get my kids and hubby involved, even if it's just to read the postings once in a while.
I can't spend a lot of time today-- it's crazy busy at work. Just ask anyone who works here. There are some changes coming down the pipe, and if certain changes are made to a position that's coming available, it may mean a job change for me. We'll see. I'm not holding my breath, as I don't expect them to make the changes I hope for, and I'm really quite happy doing what I'm doing.
Life is good. Ed and the boys are doing well. Ed loves his new job. It's so fun to see him excited about work again. Riley commented today that summer goes by too fast (even though school doesn't start for another three 1/2 weeks). Lennon is just happy pretty much anywhere and growing like a weed.
Well, that's all for now, except to say thanks to Denver families for their recent hosting while I was there, and the joy it was to visit with them two weekends in a row!
Love,
Linda
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