Wednesday, December 31, 2008
Things you’ve already done: bold
Things you want to do: italicize
Things you haven’t done and don’t want to: leave in plain font
1. Started your own blog.
2. Slept under the stars.
3. Played in a band.
4. Visited Hawaii.
5. Watched a meteor shower
6. Given more than you can afford to charity.
7. Been to Disneyland/world
8. Climbed a mountain.
9. Held a praying mantis.
10. Sang a solo.
11. Bungee jumped.
12. Visited Paris.
13. Watched a lightning storm at sea.
14. Taught yourself an art/craft from scratch.
15. Adopted a child. (Fostering after mine are older)
16. Had food poisoning.
17. Walked to the top of the Statue of Liberty.
18. Grown your own vegetables.
19. Lived in a foreign country.
20. Slept on an overnight train.
21. Had a pillow fight.
22. Hitch hiked.
23.Taken a sick day when you’re not (physically) ill.
24. Built a snow fort.
25. Held a lamb.
26. Gone skinny dipping.
27. Run a marathon.
28. Ridden a gondola in Venice.
29. Seen a total eclipse.
30. Watched a sunrise.
31. Hit a home run.
32. Been on a cruise.
33. Been so in love it hurts.
34. Visited the birthplace of your ancestors.
35. Seen an Amish community. From the freeway, does that count?
36. Learned a new language.
37. Had enough money to be truly satisfied.
38. Had a profound spiritual experience.
39. Gone rock climbing.
40. Seen Michelangelo’s David in person.
41. Sung Karaoke.
42. Seen Old Faithful geyser erupt.
43. Bought a stranger a meal in a restaurant.
44. Visited Africa.
45. Walked on a beach by moonlight.
46. Been transported in an ambulance.
47. Had your portrait painted.
48. Gone deep sea fishing.
49. Given someone CPR.
50. Programmed a computer.
51. Gone scuba diving or snorkelling.
52. Kissed in the rain.
53. Played in the mud.
54. Gone to a drive-in theatre.
55. Been in a movie.
56. Visited the Great Wall of China.
57. Started a business.
58. Taken a martial arts class.
59. Visited Russia.
60. Served at a soup kitchen
61. Sold Girl Scout cookies.
62. Gone whale watching.
63. Gotten flowers for no reason.
64. Donated blood.
65. Gone sky diving.
66. Visited a Nazi Concentration Camp.
67. Bounced a check.
68. Flown in a helicopter.
69. Saved a favorite childhood toy.
70. Visited the Lincoln Memorial.
71. Eaten Caviar.
72. Pieced a quilt.
73. Stood in Times Square.
74. Been so frightened you shook, and did it anyway.
75. Been fired from a job.
76. Seen the Changing of the Guard in London.
77. Broken a bone.
78. Been on a speeding motorcycle.
79. Taught someone to read.
80. Published a book.
81. Eliminated a bad habit.
82. Bought a brand new car.
83. Walked in Jerusalem.
84. Had your picture in the newspaper.
85. Read the entire Bible.
86. Forgiven when you didn't really want to.
87. Killed and prepared an animal for eating.
88. Had chickenpox. twice
89. Saved someone’s life.
90. Sat on a jury.
91. Met someone famous.
92. Joined a book club.
93. Lost a loved one.
94. Had a baby.
95. Seen the Alamo in person.
96. Swum in the Great Salt Lake.
97. Been involved in a law suit.
98. Owned a cell phone.
99. Been stung by a bee. wasp
I stole the list from here
Tuesday, December 30, 2008
I have had this curiosity about Russian history for a while now. I haven't read much because most books I run across are modern history, about the Revolution in 1917 or the Soviet era. This book looked more interesting because it is a "cultural" history of Russia. Ever since I read The Secret History of Moscow I've wondered about the culture, the images and allusions that I knew I was missing as I read that book.
I learned a lot. I learned that the reason all Russian history books seem to start with Peter the Great is because the type of history we are used to did begin with him. The two hundred years before were rather confused and before then the Mongols ruled. Before that I'm not sure. There were certain specific dates that popped up, like the Slavic Rus kingdom converting to Christianity in 962, but there does not seem to be much record of Russian ancient history. Or maybe it is just there isn't much interest in Russia of what happened in those years.
One of the reasons for that could be the historian dilemma of what to do with hundreds of years of people not doing anything exciting like huge wars and cultural shifts and kings and royalty. Peter the Great made his nobility come to Petersburg and start acting like Europeans. Before that they lived in a similar style to the peasants. The cultural gap between the landholders and the serfs was not that great until the upper classes decided to follow a more Western way of life. So it is easier to describe the history, and the culture after 1703 because the things historians like to talk about were more evident then.
I liked the book. It discussed some Russian characteristics that have become quite famous: the Russian Church, the drinking, the stoic acceptance of fate, the impassivity and lack of action. The conflicted soul of Russians who struggle to find the balance between East and West. The plight of the serf and the guilt of those who noticed it. All of these were explained with a clarity and sympathy I liked.
The last part of the book was less enjoyable, but I think that is mainly because the "cultural" aspects of the 20th century have become more esoteric, intended only for the intellectuals who can understand them. The Soviet reaction to art is telling. They wanted to control all aspects of life, so making rules for art is understandable. But after letting the avant-guarde leftists take over cinema and visual arts, they realized the people didn't watch, read or look at the art that was being produced. Stalin himself commented that we need to make things beautiful, what is wrong with making things beautiful? All of the famous artists and directors, the ones in charge of culture, were making things that regular people did not understand or like. So in the typical Stalinist way, they were all declared enemies of the people and sent to Siberia and a new crop of artists, who could make things Stalin liked was installed. Which ended the section on Soviet art because when a dictator is calling the shots no one will make real art, beautiful or esoteric.
The book mostly made me sad for the millions of people in Russia who lived their lives as illiterate serfs, unable to improve or see themselves as more than cogs in a machine. The Soviet ideas and lack of respect for the individual came directly out of their past of serfs, peasants and barbarity. I use that word not to say the Russians as a people are or were barbarians, but that when people live on the very edges of survival for hundreds of years their souls are deadened and they lose hope.
Natasha's Dance. Dr Orlando Figes. Metropolitan Books. 2002
Monday, December 29, 2008
It's a funny thing that in order to talk about faith in a non-depressing way you either need to write a genre book, appealing to a specific religion; a vague book, talking about faith, but never mentioning in what; or setting your book in a different world (fantasy) or time (both fantasy & science fiction). A Song in Stone takes your standard "Knights Templar have all the secrets to the universe" genre and adds a time travel twist to it. Ian Graham is a normal modern man, rarely thinking of faith, religion or anything beyond his own life. When he is thrust into the role of an initiate Knight his whole existence is one of miracles, faith and belief.
While the book was well-written and tightly paced, I felt short-changed by the lack of thought by the main character about his plight. Writing time-travel books is tricky, explanations tend to high-light plot holes instead of resolving them. But explaining by not explaining is even worse. Vague pronouncements about Ian being "chosen" and two parts of a whole are window dressing for a character who has a profoundly moving experience, but isn't moved.
What good are visions of loved ones reaffirming faith if a change of heart does not come with it?
Perhaps it is the religious person in me, but I feel that the ponderings and meditations of the main character should lead to some sort of change. There is some superficial acceptance of his predicament, allowing him to continue the plot to its conclusion but the lack of a deep conversion leaves that conclusion weak and unsatisfying.
A Song in Stone. Walter Hunt. Wizards of the Coast. 2008
Saturday, December 27, 2008
A friend has been telling me for months that I needed to read these books. I had to wait until the library got a new copy of Magyk before I could start. It turned out to be good timing because these were the perfect type of book to read around the holidays; easy, light, entertaining.
They reminded me a lot of David Eddings' books. There were some plot holes and sometimes you knew what was coming way ahead of time but the characters felt like real people. The enjoyment of reading was like visiting some quirky but kind friends for a while.
We listened to Magyk while driving to Salt Lake for Thanksgiving and the boys liked it so I figured I would keep reading the rest of them. There are a few irritating details. Everything that has to do with magic is in bold, which gets on your nerves after a while. And the ghosts show up and help the plot along when it gets stuck.
On the other hand the author is not afraid to kill people off and make the bad guys really bad, not just vaguely threatening. A good series for older children, and light reading for adults. The biggest complaint I have is that I thought the fourth book, Queste, was the last one, but it very obviously was not. I hate having to wait for the end of a series. It was also only half an ending, sort of like the middle Pirates of the Caribbean movie. I hate that. Just make the book longer and put the real ending in.
Oh well, by the time we have read all four of the book out loud to the kids for bed time the fifth one will probably be out.
Magyk, Flyte, Physik, Queste. Angie Sage. HarperTrophy. 2006-2008
Wednesday, December 24, 2008
When I was fifteen I started running away from home. Oh, I didn’t find bus stations and abandoned buildings, I found a job (at Dairy Queen no less), the debate team, and books. It wasn’t that anything was “wrong” at home, but the aura of anxiety got to me. I was the oldest girl and always felt a sense of responsibility to make things at home better. So I worked. I hated to ask my parents for money for anything. At the same time I developed a well honed obliviousness to everything else that was happening. That is why the couch took me by surprise.
We were always “lower-middle-class.” But it never seemed to be important until the year we got the couch. My Dad is a welder and very good at it. Unfortunately it doesn’t matter how good you are at something if there are no jobs to be had. Because he tended to work on big projects; refineries, mines, water treatment plants, etc there were on times and off times. I just accepted it as part of how life was. One Christmas would be really good, the other not so much.
Then one year we were the ward’s Christmas project. I remember them carrying in the couch, and chair and food. We received a kitchen table, with benches, suitable for a family with many kids. We got baskets of fancy food from Smith’s; stuff I have never seen before and not eaten since. Though all the presents were nice, the biggest memory was of thinking, “Why are we getting all this stuff? We aren’t poor.” Honestly, I don’t know if we were or not. My Dad was out of work, but I never felt the kind of gut-wrenching poverty that is used to drum up support for the Food Bank and such. Perhaps my parent were good at handling it, or maybe I was just not there enough to notice.
I will admit that we may have looked poor, especially if you looked at the furnishings in our house. The old pink couch, I don’t know where it came from, had definitely seen better days. But it was comfortable and we were used to it. We joked that Dad wouldn’t be able to have his customary “resting his eyes” after dinner in a new couch. The new stuff looked out of place and uncomfortable, not capable of mixing with the rest of our old, used and battle scarred furniture.
For years it has bothered me that we received all those things. The memory of past embarrassments tends to linger, even when I can no longer remember details of my baby sister’s birth. We were grateful, but not desperate. I always wanted to take care of myself, and the idea that anyone else thought they needed to do it bothered me
We had a home, a car (a blue VW bug with an eight-ball on the stick-shift), food (ever had tuna fish in white sauce over toast?), clothes (I still feel weird buying clothes new). All our needs were met, and even some of our wants. I know that there are those worse off than me.
Go forward 10 years. David is getting his Masters; we are living on my temping and his student loans. I am pregnant with our first baby, due just before Christmas. When we saw the couch and chair frames on sale at the DI for $27.50 we though we were set. After getting them home we discovered the sad truth about upholstery. Getting the cushions for those frames was WAAAAY out of our league. But we did have quilts, a lot of quilts, so on the frames they went. Those weren’t the most comfortable seating arrangements, but very colorful.
We needed help that winter. Paying bills took more money that we had; we had to borrow money from the ward. Tending our little boy who wouldn’t sleep for more than 20 minutes at a time wore us down. We sat at our card table and cried from the sheer misery of no sleep, no help. A sweet sister in our ward came over to let us sleep. We received packages from the ward that Christmas too. This time I didn’t need to wonder if I was poor, I knew I was. Those monthly WIC checks and mandatory meetings made sure I remembered each time I went to the grocery store. They say that there isn’t much of a social stigma associated with welfare. I don’t know about Them, but I felt it. It took a lot of control not to protest the temporary nature of our state assistance, that I wouldn’t be a drag on the common good for the rest of my life.
Even though we struggled with finances it didn’t seem like a hardship because I knew it was temporary. School would only last two years. We were going to get a job managing apartments when I got used to having a baby to tend. Then David would get a great job out of school and we would be set for life, right? We were a bit unsteady, but not down. We felt guilty receiving the ward’s generosity because I was sure there were people worse off than us, people with less hope and more burdens.
Now forward 5 more years. We are not poor. My husband is a successful audiologist in
The middle of November was my 20th week of pregnancy, so I went in for the exciting ultrasound that tells the baby’s sex and how they are doing. The Doctor first has good news, “Two heads!” I’m having twins. Then she grows quiet. I can see the screen. There is no heartbeat. They were moving just a day ago, but now both of my babies are dead. David takes me to the hospital to deliver them. There are complications and I have to stay for several days. The ward tends my other children, brings us dinner, and cleans my house. I come home and sit in that wonderful, open room and cry, missing my babies. The first few days after, I cried and I prayed. I came closer to the Lord through those weeks than I ever had been or have been since.
That Christmas I learned that poor is not a physical thing. It is a lack that brings you down. I had lacked money and not felt poor, I had lacked sleep and time and knew it was only temporary, but now I lacked my children and I was bereft. Again we received from our ward. I was slow to regain my strength and energy. The Young Women came in to clean our house and bring us treats near Christmas. I was so grateful. I was poor and they fed me and the ward took me in and loved me until I could get back up. Through all the kind words and deeds, it was the help of the Savior that really made the difference. My spirit needed help, not just my body and there is only one place to go for that kind of help. There was no guilt that I was taking resources from someone else, this resource was infinite. I knew that there were people worse off than me, but I needed help as much as any.
Monday, December 22, 2008
This week's reading was very short, six chapters, but only a page and a half. Which was a good thing because I was originally going to teach next week, but the other teacher needed to go to SL suddenly. I was a little worried because its so short and at first I really couldn't think of a lot to say. But a bit of prayer and the first time we have had a large group and I made it.
As we start, in Moroni 1, Moroni is alone, and according to the date at the bottom of the page, has been, for twenty years. Many of us have known loneliness, but very rarely do we experience the depth of solitude that he had. Every other person he encountered would be his enemy. He must have felt a kinship with the prophet Ether, as he wrote Ether's last words, "Whether the Lord will that I be translated, or that I suffer the will of the Lord in the flesh, it mattereth not, if it so be that I am saved in the kingdom of God. Amen." Ether 15:34
We know he did wander for years. In those years he must have given these last chapters a lot of thought. These things written are what he was kept on Earth longer to write. We went through the next few chapters and talked about the importance of the ordinances, and the blessing of having the details. So often in the scriptures the information is vague, whether by intent or because of stylistic reasons, or even because there just isn't room. These precious chapters tell us how ordinations, the sacrament and blessings should be done. It also gives us a link to those ancient Saints, to know if they were to come to our meetings they would recognize many of the things we do.
As we moved to Chapter 6 we read a few quotes from President Hinckley and talked about why we come to church. Moab has a lot of people who are on the church's roles but do not want any contact. It is sad, because as Moro 6:4-5 says,
4 And after they had been received unto baptism, and were wrought upon and cleansed by the power of the Holy Ghost, they were numbered among the people of the church of Christ; and their names were taken, that they might be remembered and nourished by the good word of God, to keep them in the right way, to keep them continually watchful unto prayer, relying alone upon the merits of Christ, who was the author and the finisher of their faith.
The names are not taken so the people can be hounded, pestered, or for some vague nefarious purpose that is hidden deep within the secret areas of the temple. We keep church records so everyone is remembered. So everyone can be "nourished" and loved, and reminded of the covenants they have made, and the blessing they receive by keeping them. Those who home or visit teach out of obligation, to mark off on their calendar that they did it each year are not fulfilling their calling. We are to love each other and by reminding each other of Christ, who (is) the author and the finisher of (our) faith, strengthen each other.
President Gordon B. Hinckley taught: “Any convert whose faith grows cold is a tragedy. Any member who falls into inactivity is a matter for serious concern. The Lord left the ninety and nine to find the lost sheep. His concern for the dropout was so serious that He made it the theme of one of His great lessons. We must constantly keep Church officers and the membership aware of the tremendous obligation to fellowship in a very real and warm and wonderful way those who come into the Church as converts, and to reach out with love to those who for one reason or another step into the shadows of inactivity” (in Church News, 8 Apr. 1989, 6).
I repeated those words, tragedy, and serious concern. How much effort should we make to prevent tragedies? What can we do to prevent them?
Elder Carl B. Pratt told of the feelings his family experienced as they visited different wards in the Church. Share the following excerpt with class members:
“Some wards our children loved to visit because they quickly found friends among the youth, and we all received a warm and hearty welcome. But there were other wards to which our children returned with less enthusiasm, and there was a noticeable absence of the warm and hearty welcome.
“We then began to observe that in some wards we visited … , if we had been investigators or new members, we would not have felt very welcome. …
“These experiences … made us conscious of the need we all have to improve what we call our fellowshipping skills. …
“Brothers and sisters, we have the richest blessings that God can give to His children. We have the fullness of the gospel of Jesus Christ. We ought to be the most open, friendly, happy, kind, considerate, thoughtful, loving people in the whole world. …
“Will nonmembers, new converts, and visitors to our chapels recognize us as His disciples by the warmth of our greeting, by the ease of our smiles, by the kindness and genuine concern that shine in our eyes?” (in Conference Report, Oct. 1997, 12; or Ensign, Nov. 1997, 11–12).
Read those last two paragraphs again. When was the last time you greeted someone you didn't know before the meeting began? When was the last time you sat next to someone sitting alone in Sunday School? What is the atmosphere of your ward? Would a visitor feel welcome in your chapel? "Moro 6:3 And none were received unto baptism save they took upon them the name of Christ, having a determination to serve him to the end." How often do we serve him, by loving his sheep we come in contact with every day?
I got the picture of Moroni here
Friday, December 19, 2008
My oldest turned 10 today. Double digits, I can't believe it. I think I have learned as much as he has in the last decade. My husband often talk about how the oldest child in the family sort of sets the tone for the other children to follow. In my family, I was the oldest. I was also a mellow child, not prone to athletics or breaking things, but deeply involved with books. So we didn't have any stitches or broken bones, and few broken windows. My husband often talks about how he followed his oldest brother's lead and would follow him anywhere, and do things just because that was how Raymond did them. One complication to our lives is that Ryan has Asperger's Syndrome. Not too badly, but enough that our family dynamics are a bit different than most. We also have very smart kids and an incredibly bookish mother, so maybe that was inevitable.
Today on RadioWest, a program on NPR, they broadcast an interview with an adult with Asperger's and he explained very clearly how he sees the world. Having that sort of perspective is very helpful to us as parents, to see how Ryan is thinking and feeling.
In the discussion boards a mother of several Autistic children posted a summary of Asperger's that I am going to copy here, as well as a link to the radio program. This is just a summary of her experiences, not a clinical discussion, but it seems to fit our son. So if you have an hour when your ears aren't doing anything, you could listen in.
Autism is a neurological condition rather than a physiological or a (wish I knew the word) "foreign invasion" condition. This means that it is not a virus or germ. It is not a matter of muscle, bone, or other structural problems. It is a condition of the brain and nervous system. You might say that "the parts are fine, but the network is down."
People understand physical conditions more than mental ones. There is a wonderful book called "The Out-of-Sync Child." It describes people who have difficulty with the basic senses like touch, sight, hearing, balance, and body awareness. The difficulties are because the nervous system is not properly conducting the business of receiving input, processing the information, and producing output. Often the senses won't communicate with each other very well. The hand doesn't handle what the eye sees with very much grace. etc. These issues are called Sensory Processing Disorders.
Almost all autistics have SPDs, but it is possible to have SPDs without being autistic. It is my belief that autism is the exact same phenomenon as SPDs but it extends into the realm of mental processes as well as physical ones. There are many inputs that we take in mentally as well as physically. These include verbal language, body language, facial expressions, tone of voice, implied meanings that are beyond the literal meanings of the words used, and probably many other mental processes that allow us to give meaning to what we see, to appreciate patterns, to do abstract calculations, and ultimately to have emotional responses to all the facts before us. Autism will probably not be well understood by science until we are better able to catalog these mental process like we have the physical senses.
The world around us provides far more information than we can handle. Our brain somehow develops the ability to filter and sort that input and turn that information into generalities that we can effectively use. Autism seems to be a variation from the norm in this process. Those variations can be advantages or disadvantages depending on what particular process is involved and how it is altered. This concept is the key to how autistics can be different from each other and yet have something in common. It might be analogous to the differences between a broken arm and a broken leg. There is something identical in the idea of a broken bone, but something very different between using crutches and using a sling.
Autism is often called a "spectrum" condition. This simply means that its severity can be thought of as a matter of degree. It is not like chicken pox where you either have it or you don't. It is more like eyesight where you can be blind or you may slightly squint or you may be at any point in between. It used to be that only the most severe cases were identified as autism. Once it was better understood, then milder cases were recognized. There is often a public fear of expanding the definition of autism because of the costs associated with severe cases. But this would be like refusing to recognize 20/40 vision as an eyesight deficiency for fear of needing to provide services associated with the blind. A pair of glasses is often just fine for most eyesight problems. Simpler accommodations can resolve many difficulties faced by milder autistics.
Those with Classic Autism seem to not think in language. Some don't learn to talk until after they learn to read. Most think visually. After they learn about the words they see, then they are able to figure out that the sounds we are making match up to those words and have meaning. When they do learn to talk, it still seems to be like a foreign language to them and they will learn it with varying degrees of fluency. The best explanation of this is in a book called "Thinking in Pictures" by Temple Grandin. She is a professor at Colorado State University. She is a classic autistic who had such a scientific talent that she eventually figured us out. It turns out that we are as mysterious to them as they are to us. She wrote the book explaining autism to us. It turned the scientific community upside down on the matter of autism.
Asperger's is the most clearly defined "sub-category" of autism. There really should be at least a dozen such sub-categories, but our understanding is still too primitive to define them.
The distinguishing characteristic of Asperger people, is that they develop basic linguistic skills just fine, often better than the rest of us. However, they miss out on non-verbal communication. Facial expressions, body language, and tone of voice have no meaning to them. (Remember, however, that this is all a matter of degree. Some miss more than others.) If you start looking away and checking your watch while in a conversation with them, they will just assume that you were curious about the time and noticed other interesting things around you while talking to them. Their vocabulary and verbal skills may appear to be better than average, but on closer examination, there is much that is missing. They don't use idioms very well if at all. They understand and meaning of words very literally.
Unfortunately, the non-verbal area is where all of the social clues are. They don't always lack the desire or the capacity to be social. They lack the ability to "see" what the rest of us expect them to do. Very often, Asperger people will get along much better with people who are significantly older or younger than they are. In these situations, the relationship is more clearly defined. It is obvious who takes the lead and is in charge of the conversation. They do poorly with peers because the relationship there is not pre-defined. It is negotiated in non-verbal ways. When an adult takes kids out to the playground, it is obvious who will determine the teams. When kids go out to play, who decides who will be the team captains to choose sides? It always seems to work out, but how? Most people "sense" who among them are the leaders. Asperger people can't make sense of it at all. For those of you who watch the TV show "Lost." Think of Jack and Charlie. Jack doesn't want to be the leader and Charlie would love to take charge of even one excursion. But the people ignore Charlie and always turn to Jack for leadership. Why? That relationship is all done in non-verbal ways. Asperger people are left out of the process and feel left out. But more than that, they often become angry at the fact that everyone seems to know what's going on and they don't. It feels like being shunned on purpose.
Common traits of autistics and aspies:
They absorb lots of facts, but do little to synthesize those facts into generalities.
They much prefer concrete thoughts to abstract thoughts.
They have difficulty "switching" between modes of thinking. ie, they may get stuck in "receiving input" mode (which makes them very knowledgeable) but they may need to be prompted to use that information to solve problems (which is why these "brains" can seem strangely helpless at times.)
They may have difficulty moving information from one part of their brain to another. As a result, they may actually just freeze up when a response is required, but they can give that answer after the need for it is passed.
They may be "ungraceful" in physical endeavors. This can include messing up in sports, but it can also result in walking with heavy steps, clunking things down on the table, etc.
Even when they are verbal, language does not seem to be attached to their emotions. They have emotions, but they rarely talk about "how they feel." When they do, it is often when they are pushed to extremes and blurt out that they are mad. Usually when they talk in anger, a transcript of the conversation will show that they talk about what should happen and what should be done (actions) and not about how they feel or whether other people like them or not.
They vary widely in their personalities. Some are extroverted and others are painfully shy -- to the point of an anxiety disorder.
To make sense of the world, they will either reject rules as silly and worthless, or they will follow rules very rigidly.
They will be quite uneven in development. They will often be noticeably better than average at some things and considerably worse than average at other things. It's kind of an all or nothing thing with them.
I hope this helps.
I figure not everyone I know gets a letter, so here it is for those who are fortunate enough to have concealed your address from me.
This is what happened to us this year, generally. With some adjustments for being presented in a public place.
Oh no! It’s December again! Wasn’t it just July? How can it be the end of the year, I’ve still got so much to do!? Yep, if, like us, you have wasted a good portion of the year staring at a computer screen or watching imaginary people do imaginary things, welcome to the year end wrap up of stuff we did manage to accomplish. If you don’t feel a sense of what you might have done, please go to the end of the letter, where the signatures are, thank you.
We have been in
D., in addition to running a business that is mostly in the black, is also the Elder’s Quorum president and a great Dad. He reads to the boys almost every night and shows them the stars and planets in his telescope.
K. has just gotten a calling to be in the Nursery third hour, as well as teaching Gospel Doctrine every third Sunday. She still reads, blogs, cooks and takes naps whenever possible. She actually has been tackling all the projects which never seem to get done and aspires to finish at least three of them before the end of the year.
R. is nearly 10 and in the 4th grade. He just earned his Bear badge in Cub Scouts and loves Wii, computer games, history and jumping on the trampoline. He plays the piano every chance he gets, the louder and faster the better.
J. is 8 and was baptized last February. He just earned his Wolf badge from Cub Scouts and loves scouting. He also is taking piano lessons, though we have promised him he can switch when we find someone who teaches something else. He always wants to help and learn whatever Mom and Dad are doing.
E. is 6 and in 1st grade. She loves her teacher and often gets to be the special helper because she reads so well. She is also our social butterfly and has an active social life that her mother has a hard time keeping track of.
M. is 3 and a cheery part of our family. She has a vivid imagination and Mom often gets scolded for answering a question that was directed to her toys and dolls. She has also become an authority on many things, with “told you” being one of her most common phrases.
B. is a happy, active 2 year old. She runs everywhere, calling for M. at the top of her lungs. Being the youngest she has learned to make herself heard. Her favorite thing is to love her dolls and share Maggie’s imaginations.
Our little circus is growing and expanding and learning new tricks. We hope your shows, of whatever type they may be, are also learning and growing. We love you.
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
Being a mother has taught me amazing new skills, one of which is cooking. I always liked to cook before I was married. In college I would occasionally make huge pots of chili and invite everyone nearby to eat. I even did a Thanksgiving dinner once, roast turkey and all. But if it were not for my family I would not know my own possibilities.
I like to cook, mostly, but I get bored with the same old recipes so I also like cookbooks. I generally find them at garage sales and thrift stores because the old ones are much more interesting (scary). They give you a view into what regular women were doing for their families 50 years ago or more. They also don't have trendy ingredients like chevre (have you ever smelled goat cheese?, or goats?) or pesto or pomegranates or whatever the cool ingredient is this week.
This one I found just after my neighbor gave me four packages of deer meat. The venison recipe I found inside was wonderful. My kids ate it! (Until my second son, the picky one, found out it was deer meat, then he didn't like it any more.)
The format of this one made it a bit more interesting than just a list of foods. It was arranged from March to Feb. with the types of foods a farm family would eat around the year. Some meals were described, and the work it took to get them to the table. I like the idea of providing your own food. I have a garden and I'm learning to can. But I am way to lazy to even think of being a real farmer's wife. Which is good because my husband has no intention of ever being a farmer.
One of the interesting things was a recipe for sun-cooked peach preserves. You take the peach halves and instead of sticking them in a jar with sugar-water, you roll them in powdered sugar, fill the pit with more powdered sugar, then set them in the sun, under glass, for two days. Then you pack them in your canning jar. It makes me hope they come out sort of like candied ginger, only with peaches. Doesn't that sound good, especially if they come from your own tree and are nice and ripe? We have lots of sun here so when our peach tree starts producing I'll have to try it.
The Pioneer Lady's Country Kitchen: A Seasonal Treasury of Time-Honored American Recipes. Jane Watson Hopping. Villard Books. 1988
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
Monday, December 8, 2008
And the Lord would not suffer that they should stop beyond the sea in the wilderness, but he would that they should come forth even unto the land of promise, which was choice above all other lands, which the Lord God had preserved for a righteous people.Have you ever been hiking with small children? The Lord was with them constantly as he was with the people of Moses, not letting them rest because he knew what blessings were ahead of them.
And it came to pass at the end of four years that the Lord came again unto the brother of Jared, and stood in a cloud and talked with him. And for the space of three hours did the Lord talk with the brother of Jared, and chastened him because he remembered not to call upon the name of the Lord.A good counterpoint to this verse is Chapter 3 verses 2-5 where the brother of Jared prays to the Lord to touch the stones and light the boats. These verses are a model of humility and faith in asking of the Lord.
And because of the knowledge of this man he could not be kept from beholding within the veil; and he saw the finger of Jesus, which, when he saw, he fell with fear; for he knew that it was the finger of the Lord; and he had faith no longer, for he knew, nothing doubting.After the trial of his faith, he no longer had faith, but knowledge. Verses 14-16 tell of the kind of knowledge we receive as our faith increases, knowledge of Jesus Christ and his gospel. The brother of Jared's faith was so strong that his knowledge grew to visions of the entire world and everyone on it.
13 Come unto me, O ye Gentiles, and I will show unto you the greater things, the knowledge which is hid up because of unbelief.Then verse 15 seemed to sum it up for me:
14 Come unto me, O ye house of Israel, and it shall be made manifest unto you how great things the Father hath laid up for you, from the foundation of the world; and it
hath not come unto you, because of unbelief.
Behold, when ye shall rend that veil of unbelief which doth cause you to remain in your awful state of wickedness, and hardness of heart, and blindness of mind, then shall the great and marvelous things which have been hid up from the foundation of the world from you—yea, when ye shall call upon the Father in my name, with a broken heart and a contrite spirit, then shall ye know that the Father hath remembered the covenant which he made unto your fathers, O house of Israel.
Saturday, December 6, 2008
It would be dangerous to read this book in any place - say a full railway compartment - where the reader was not at perfect liberty to laugh as loudly and as long as he chose.
I do not wish to be insulting, but I firmly believe that if you took an average tow-line, and stretched it out straight across the middle of a field, and then turned your back on it for thirty seconds, that, when you looked round again, you would find that it had got itself altogether in a heap in the middle of the field, and had twisted itself up, and tied itself into knots, and lost its two ends, and become all loops; and it would take a good half-hour, sitting down there on the grass and swearing all the while, to disentangle it again.
That is my opinion of tow-lines in general, of course, there may be honorable exceptions; I do not say that there are not. There may be tow-lines that are a credit to their profession - conscientious, respectable tow-lines - tow-lines that do not imagine they are crochet-work, and try to knit themselves up into antimacassars the instant they are left to themselves. I say there may be such tow-lines; I sincerely hope there are. But I have not met with them.
Friday, December 5, 2008
There were a few interesting tidbits hidden within the rules and regs. I am not covered in the event of a terrorist attack. It goes along with the acts of war clause. So who pays the medical bills of people injured through no fault of their own? The government? Or should they sue the terrorists? Please refer back to the last sentence of the previous paragraph.
They also deny coverage for something called Chronic Organic Brain Syndrome. I can understand this, it sounds very made up. I have had this problem since I was born. My brain has been chronically organic and there seems to be no cure. Or perhaps it is an unhealthy obsession with the Borg from Star Trek?
Utah Comprehensive Health Insurance Pool Enrollee Agreement. 2008