Thursday, August 21, 2008

Books I read on vacation (and still am)

Thanks to recommendations from bloggers, I took three books on vacation with me, plus I bought one while I was in WA:


I wanted to leave this book for my daughter AE to read in Seattle, so I steeled myself from highlighting with yellow, which I usually do, much to her disgust. I actually took notes on this book in a little blue spiral notebook. So here are a few quotes:

"18th Century German military historian Carl von Calusewitz wrote, 'War is politics pursued by other means.'" (59)

"At the beginning of the 20th Century, Teddy Roosevelt broke the iron grip that industrial barons held over the rest of America; a few decades later, Franklin Roosevelt broke the grip of banking barons. In those waves of progressive reforms, a new era was ushered in whereby government stood between citizens and the private interests that sought to exploit." (71)

". . .the Bush administration chose to switch the public debate to the logic of hidden threats by arguing that Al Qaeda was not a network of individuals linked through a chain of responsibility, but an evil force lurking beneath the surface of all nations hostile to American interests. . . . so the logic of hidden threats leads to a radical form of government sponsored secret violence based on the idea that only a hidden cure can defeat a hidden threat." (168-169)

"Constant talk of murder, treason, gunshots and terrorism whip up the emotions and pulls people's attention away from analytical thinking. Public engagement becomes passive observation, participants become audiences, and conversation becomes entertainment. As John Dewey observed, sensationalism shuts down our curiosity about the relationship between things by overwhelming us with a focus on raw, isolated, and shocking events." (177)


This was the book I read on the flights to Seattle. It was easy reading, touching, and I even cried a few times. The story is about a little girl who needs a heart transplant and the man who can save her who is emotionally wounded from his own losses in life. I don't read much fiction anymore, so this was a good one for the plane ride.


This book is the most personally monumental one that I've read recently. Learning how corn production, sponsored by the government, infiltrates all our food and lives is still reverberating in my mind.

"When food is abundant and cheap, people will eat more of it and get fat. Since 1977 an American's average daily intake of calories has jumped by more than 10 percent." (102)

"Most researchers trace America's rising rates of obesity to the 1970's. This was, of course, the same decade that America embraced a cheap-food farm policy and began dismantling forty years of programs designed to prevent overproduction." (102-103)

"Yet since the cleverest thing to do with a bushel of corn is to refine it into 33 pounds of high-fructose corn syrup (HFCS)." (103)

"That at least is what we're doing with about 530 million bushels of the annual corn harvest--turning it into 17.5 billion pounds of high-fructose corn syrup. Considering that the human animal did not taste this particular food until 1980, for HFCS to have become the leading source of sweetness in our diet stands as a notable achievement on the part of the corn-refining industry, not to mention this remarkable plant." (103)

Learning (again) how farms, even "organic" ones are run, is disheartening. Hope is given with people like Joel Salatin of Polyface Farms in VA--go read about this amazing family and place!


This is the only book I haven't finished reading. It's a very thick book and reminds me of
The Shock Doctrine: The Rise of Disaster Capitalism by Naomi Klein, which is still only half-read at my house. (Daughter AE told me every person in America should read this book after she read it. Ironically, it was given to her by our Canadian cousin, but then Naomi Klein is a Canadian news reporter.) Both are heavily documented with much historical evidence. However, Sherry found it much easier to read; I suggest you go and read her review!

Wednesday, August 20, 2008

Pictures from our trip to Washington

Our first day in Seattle, MJ and I spent the afternoon at Pike Place Market.
Daughter AE who lives in Ballard (in Seattle) took us to a park near her home and here is MJ being silly.

This is a picture of me with three friends of over 40 years--we went to high school together. The blonde with glasses is TFJ who always opens her home along with her husband to our family. She had a lunch for the four "girls," which was so nice because the two others did not attend our high school reunion. Those in the picture are: JJ, TJF, SF, and me. (JJ and TJF were bridesmaids at our wedding in 1971.)


Here are MJ and CB on the ferry to Victoria. This was during the hot spell in the Northwest, so we really enjoyed the cool winds off the water on the ferry.



This is the Sunken Garden at Butchart Gardens in Vancouver Island.

The Rose Garden at Butchart Gardens.


Boulevard Park, Bellingham, WA
MJ at Boulevard Park

This is me with my dear friend NM, who was also a bridesmaid in our wedding. We always go out to breakfast with NM. For the past few years we've gone to the Old Town Cafe, which is behind us in the picture.


CB's parents had a family gathering on the Saturday before we left. It was quite warm, even for a Texan as there's no air conditioning in the house! The newest member is three-week old baby Hailey, the first great-grandchild for CB's parents. The two with the baby on the left are CB's younger sisters. Then there's me, MJ and her cousin CT. CT's mother is the second from the left.

A few hours after the family gathering ended, CB and I went off to our 40th high school reunion! The invitation said "dress for a party," and we were more dressed up than many of the other people there. Guess it depends on what kind of party you go to for your attire!

The reunion was okay, but our friends did not go except for TJF. It seemed that most of those we knew in the honors classes in high school did not attend. That was disappointing. Most of the people there had stayed in Bellingham. We would have been the ones who had come the furthest away, except for a former cheerleader, who has lived the last 35 years in Australia as a teacher and principal. We are not sure if we'll go to another one, since we live so far away. (However trips like the one I made for NM's wedding four years ago are totally worthwhile.)

The Price of Sugar

The most current Sojourners magazine points to a 90-minute documentary "The Price of Sugar":

"After watching The Price of Sugar, a film by Bill Haney, you'll think twice about that sweet stuff you put in your coffee. The 90-minute documentary follows the work of Father Christopher Hartley, a Spanish priest who lives among Haitian sugarcane laborers lured to the Dominican Republic by the promise of employment. In reality, the Haitians work under armed guards, with little food, housing, health care, or wages. Where does most of the harvested sugar end up? The U.S."

You can watch the movie trailer here or down below:



As I am addicted to sugar, this is good for me to know more about.

Tuesday, August 19, 2008

Home Sweet Home

I am so happy to be home. When I looked for an image about "home sweet home," I suddenly remembered this favorite children's book. I so believe that children like the books the reader is enthusiastic about. I was always energetic about reading these old classics, like The Little House, Ferdinand, and Make Way for Ducklings, among many others, and my four kids liked them, too.

I remember my parents telling the story about me returning to their home after a trip to visit relatives when I was about three years old: I would go to each piece of furniture and stroke it, saying: "Nice chair. Nice table. Nice desk."

It is really wonderful to be back home, even when our old cocker is found in the kitty litter box--even when I have to clean up the mess from that! Even when it is hot and humid. And despite all the balloons (transferred from MJ's bedroom) amidst the piles of books in my office:


I'm glad to be visiting blogs again. Thanks for welcoming me back.

Home!

http://thumb10.webshots.net/t/18/19/8/50/53/229385053XXDCGK_th.jpgWe got home a little before midnight last night (Monday). MJ found her room filled with balloons, streamers and a "Welcome Home" sign left from her boyfriend CS. (He and his family left on a vacation yesterday, so they won't see each other before she goes to college.) What a sweet surprise!

Our flights from Seattle, Oakland, and Dallas were all late, which turned out to be beneficial, since we were on all of them. All turned out well with our bags arriving when we did in Corpus Christi last night! YAY!

Eventually we rode a taxi home and got here at about midnight. It is good to be home.

Friday, August 15, 2008

Connecting in more ways than one!

Before I left TX, a friend from 10th grade called me up to see if I was coming to the 40th high school reunions in Bellingham. JDR lives in Connecticut, and we last saw each other in Seattle in 1972 before she moved to the east coast.

We decided that we would walk around Lake Padden together, so I picked her up at her brother's house. As we sat together in the rental car, waiting for the light to change for a left-turn, SUDDENLY the Schwan's truck in front of me started backing up!! I yelled and honked the horn, and the truck plowed into the car. The driver of the truck and I both got out to look--no damage on the truck, but the bumper of the gray Impala was scraped and dented, with the Washington license plate folded in half and lying on the pavement. He said, "I know I shouldn't have done that."

This is my first accident! So we both called the police and were told to relocate. With the policewoman stopping traffic we went from the left-turn lane to the right road into the funeral home parking lot. The next hour in the heat ensued--80 degrees F. The police officer who arrived in his squad car chastised me for not having an insurance card with me, since we assumed that our own car insurance would cover any eventuality. (Besides, who ever has an accident??)

I was glad that JDR was with me and that soon husband CB arrived. (We were about a mile from his parents' house.) Eventually, the police officer filled out his report and gave me a copy. We had a nice chat. It turns out that the Schwan driver was a manager training a new worker--now how NOT to get into an accident! I also learned from the police report that the driver was born one year before we graduated from high school, so I probably look like his mother! Poor guy.

After that hour, JDR and I finally drove to Lake Padden and walked around it. It's shady enough that it was quite pleasant and beautiful. Through the accident and our walk, JDR and I reconnected and plan to stay in closer touch than merely exchanging annual Christmas cards.

The Connections:
  • CB took a picture of JDR and me in front of the Schwan truck, so I'll post that picture when we return to TX.
  • The "good" thing about spending an hour in that funeral home's parking lot is that this memory may diminish the one that hits me each time we drive by it--Seeing the body of my dad lying on a table with only his underpants on. I'd flown in from TX when he died; he wanted to be cremated; they took him like that and left him like that. He was white and cold. I hope a new connection to that place will dominate my memory now.
  • If you hadn't guessed, I'm also calling the accident a "connection" between the two vehicles! (And of course, with JDR.)

Friday Five: Fall Transformations


How quickly can I do this before we set out for activities here in WA? I'll try very quickly. . . .

Mary Beth proposed the RevGals Friday Five today on "Fall Transformations." Fall is my favorite season, but does not occur in south TX, so this will be fun in an abstract sort of way.

For this Friday's Five, share with us five transformations that the coming fall will bring your way.
  1. MJ goes off to college--the empty nest finally arrives at our home.
  2. Both husband CB and I are committing to losing weight. I think this will work better for us when we are trying to live healthier together!
  3. Fall (even though it's hot in Corpus Christi) brings the atmosphere of school starting. I would definitely be transformed if I wrote my papers to earn my master's degree in Theology at OST. There's also the final Shalem paper to finish, which I hope to do on my return to TX next week.
  4. Exercise to recover from the knee arthroscopy--and to continue on the road to health.
  5. Follow the leadings for prayer more consciously than I have done on vacation!
Bonus: Give us your favorite activity that is made possible by the arrival of fall.

In south Texas, I guess I would say that cold fronts start reaching us every so often in October--that could be considered "fall"--then windows can open and it is fun to be outside! (These days are always reminiscent of summer days in Bellingham.)

Thursday, August 14, 2008

Canada--and 800th post!

This is the Peace Arch Park, which is the division between Canada and the USA on Interstate 5. As my four children were growing up, we'd visit here each year. They always loved to stand where half of their bodies would be in one country and the other half in the other.

We drove this way to catch the ferry to Victoria. It was hot (80 degrees F.) and sunny there. We had fun, and I will post about it when I have more time.

This is also my 800th post! I mistakenly told someone that it would be 1,000. I am relieved that I have not posted that much yet.

I appreciate the comments you have been leaving me while I am in Washington State. I don't have the time to visit blogs these days, but will return to blogging routinely in Texas next Tuesday.

Friday and Saturday nights are our high school reunion activities. Tomorrow night is a casual get-together, and Saturday's is the more formal event which will include dinner and dancing.

Wednesday, August 13, 2008

Lake Padden


MJ and I just got back from walking the three mile loop around Lake Padden, pictured above. I was a little worried that my knee would hurt, but I only had a few twinges going up some hills. I was slow and cautious about going downhill. It is 72 degrees F. and beautiful! MJ got to see how people around here get out to sunbathe when it gets sunny, even if it's in the 60s!

The first time I ever walked around Lake Padden was in July 1992, the day after my mother's funeral. Husband CB suggested it; going for a long walk there helped give me some comfort in its beauty. It's odd that I'd never walked there before; I'd only heard about the Lake Padden Golf Course, not the park surrounding the lake.

Tomorrow we're going to Victoria!

Tuesday, August 12, 2008

Boulevard Park in Bellingham


Boulevard Park is off a street known as "the Boulevard" in Bellingham, which goes along Bellingham Bay from the downtown area to the south side that is called "Fairhaven." There are many condos built (and being built) on the hills above this park. It is a good thing this area was made into a city park when I was in college (1970's), or condos would cover the area.

All the summers we came to visit here as our children were growing up (and even pre-children), it was a tradition for my mother and me to walk around Boulevard Park. Since her death, we have continued to do this on trips back here, trying to be there for the sunsets. CB, MJ and I will walk there tonight and probably on Wednesday and Thursday nights, also. However, Friday and Saturday nights will be spent at high school reunion activities so no Boulevard Park, and we'll drive back to Seattle on Sunday.

Monday, August 11, 2008

Bellingham!

MJ and I got to Bellingham tonight! I always get excited when I drive over the Samish (mountains), which are the gateway to Bellingham. Lake Samish can't be seen as clearly as before because so many trees have grown up, but here's a good picture:

Sunday, August 10, 2008

August 10

It is funny/odd how anniversaries of dates can affect one, without awareness of what day one is living in. I've been especially thinking of my mother today and feeling a little sad. Just a little while ago, I realized that today is August 10. That was my parents' wedding anniversary.

A few days before my mother died in July 1992, I was here in Seattle visiting TFJ. We went shopping and the only thing I was interested in finding was an appropriate anniversary card for my parents, because I knew it would be the last one they shared. I found a silver Asian floral card that was just right, which is now framed in my house.

One day after buying the card, I got the phone call in Seattle that my mother had slipped into a coma. She died the next day. So long ago and usually I do not think about it.

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One more day in Seattle before heading north to Bellingham. Husband CB went off on a Greyhound bus to Bellingham today. His parents met him at the bus station. If I had parents living, I'd rush up there, too.

Tomorrow MJ and I will visit the Music Experience and then meet AE at the University Bookstore, because it's a good place to find cards, which I love to send. Then we'll get KA at her office and go to Green Lake to walk around it. I am excited about walking around Green Lake. (Since it's flat, my knee should be okay; I've learned it hurts when I go downhill!) After dinner with the girls, MJ and I will drive the rental car to Bellingham to CB's parents' home, which is about a mile away from where my parents' house is/was.

It is wonderfully cool weather-wise and beautiful. It's hard to imagine Texas heat right now!

Something to remember

Do not be angry that you cannot make others
as you would wish them to be,
since you cannot make yourself
as you wish to be.
-- Thomas à Kempis

Friday, August 8, 2008

Seattle!

We arrived safely in Seattle, only an hour later than scheduled, yesterday. We have had wonderful meals and lovely, cool weather. Husband CB and I are staying with dear friends, while daughter MJ is sleeping at daughter AE and partner KA's apartment. We had breakfast near the University of Washington this morning with AE and KA. I had oatmeal with FRESH strawberries, raspberries, and blueberries! WA State has the sweetest and best berries! Now friend TFJ and I are going to walk her two fluffy white Samoyeds. On Monday we'll drive north to Bellingham.

Wednesday, August 6, 2008

Hiroshima Day



Another thank you to Ellie at Child of Illusion (again).

Also go and look at the picture posted by Quaker Dave.

And Cecilia has a prayer for us all to pray.

Leaving on a Jet Plane--for Seattle!

I'd forgotten how sweetly John Denver sang. I found this video of him singing "Leaving on a Jet Plane," which I had not heard for many years. It brought back memories of dating CB, which is most appropriate since we'll be going to our 40th high school reunion in two weeks.

CB, MJ, and I will be flying to Seattle tomorrow. MJ's boy friend CS is kindly taking us to the airport in the morning. Another "good-by" for him and MJ!

We will visit daughter AE and her partner KA in Seattle, as well as some old, old friends (back to high school days!). Then we'll go to Bellingham, where CB's parents and siblings live and also where our high school reunion will be.

I'll be able to blog every so often from CB's parents' computer. I'll be eager to catch up with blogging friends!

No Going Back

No, no, there is no going back.
Less and less you are
that possibility you were.
More and more you have become
those lives and deaths
that have belonged to you.
You have become a sort of grave
containing much that was
and is no more in time, beloved
then, now, and always.
And so you have become a sort of tree
standing over the grave.
Now more than ever you can be
generous toward each day
that comes, young, to disappear
forever, and yet remain
unaging in the mind.
Every day you have less reason
not to give yourself away.

~ Wendell Berry ~
(The Sabbath Poems)

Tuesday, August 5, 2008

Houston weekend trip

http://thump01.pbase.com/t4/90/46890/4/47973867.ja3hiHFp.jpgThis was the view of Lakeshore Church in Houston from the other side of the freeway-- where we stayed with MJ's friend's family. That's the church of Joel Osteen. I would not go and see or hear him, but it was interesting to see how huge his church is. That's about the only picture I have relating to our trip, because I didn't take my camera.

The friend's family was very hospitable and friendly. They have two dogs, one cat, one rabbit, one snake, and two large lizards. I slept in one of the daughters' bedrooms with the molting and unmoving python in the aquarium, which luckily had a screen over its top.

23 year old son BJ drove from northwest Houston to have dinner with us at a Chinese restaurant on Saturday night. We had a nice meal and then MJ and boy friend CS went off to the Houston Dynamos soccer game. BJ and I went and sat at Starbucks and talked for a long time, which made me a happy mom.

Sunday we drove to BJ's rental house, which he shares with two college friends. The three work only about five minutes away from their home and come home each workday for lunch. Troy, the Brittany Spaniel, has a large backyard to run around in, with several large shade trees. BJ showed us where he works, too. We liked seeing some of his new life in Houston, where he moved about four months ago.

It was a much better weekend than I had anticipated. MJ and CS greatly enjoyed the soccer game, where the Houston Dynamos beat Columbus Crew 2-0.

"Fiscal Conservatives"

From Ellie at Child of Illusion:

Father Barnabas in Zambia!


Barnabas was a young seminarian from Zambia when I first met him four years ago at the Oblate School of Theology in San Antonio. Now he has been ordained in the Roman Catholic Church in Lusaka, Zambia!

I vividly recall the conversation with him that opened up my life to Africa. Our class in moral theology was small and we met for dinner. I was sitting next to Barnabas, and I asked him where he was from. "Zambia." Then I asked him where Zambia was. As he described the countries surrounding Zambia, I had to tell him that I did not know where those countries were either! That's when he told me that the sad thing about most Americans and Europeans is that they do not know where an African country is unless something dreadful is happening there. GULP--so true!

Due to our friendship and continued contact, I was one of five students at OST who traveled to Zambia in June 2006 with a professor, Ursuline Sister Maria Cimperman, who is the author of When God's People Have HIV/AIDS: An Approach to Ethics, a book I highly recommend. The trip was amazing, especially with the time spent in outlying areas with Catholic missionaries connected with the Missionary Oblates of Mary Immaculate. Our hearts and minds were stretched by what we saw and learned. We also met Barnabas' mother and his cousin who is a sister serving in Mongu, Zambia.

Since then members of our group have become priests, one continues his studies to become one, the sister continues in her process, and I started to blog. I was the only Protestant lay (older and married) person along on that trip; oddly, I added my mothering attitudes to our group and to what we saw, especially with the children, who varied from energetic to sick and apathetic in the villages, schools, and orphanages we visited.

I am grateful for Barnabas and praise God for guiding him and bringing him to the priesthood in the Missionary Oblates of Mary Immaculate. It is good that he has returned to Zambia.