Too many short nights. 'Way too many long days. I'm currently babysitting the printer as it struggles with the second edition of Phoebe's Quilt, which I plan to take to Office Max tomorrow later today to have covered and bound. Then I'll pack it off to my sister-in-law so she'll have a few copies when she shows the real thing at the Haddam Neck Congregational Church's Annual Quilt Show this coming Saturday. Hopefully that will generate interest among local folks who might be able to shed light on Haddam 160 years ago and the families I've come to know through this Friendship Quilt.
The printer is silent. Four copies printed. I won't bore you with why it took so long to get four measly copies done, but it almost makes Office Max's charge of 50 cents per (color) copy look reasonable. Almost. Anyway, they're done. Tomorrow I'll change out the exhausted black ink cartridge and hope the (already replaced once) color lasts through one more printing.
Then bind ... ship ... and I'll be FREE! Um, not exactly. There's still some work to do on the pdf version, and of course more research I want to do—eventually. But I'm looking forward to scaling back, a lot, and tackling all the stuff that's been ignored for the last several weeks, including the very lovely Florida spring days that will soon pass into not-so-lovely summer.
Anyway, that's why you haven't heard much from me lately.
We had salmon last night for dinner. It was good: rubbed with olive oil and Old Bay, then grilled, served with marinated grilled zucchini slices and homemade French fries spiced with Penzey's Chili 9000 and cayenne pepper. Porter chose a good wine to accompany the meal.
The other accompaniment was a little less haute cuisine. I've written before about the mp3 player in my head that grabs onto a theme and won't let go. This time it wasn't a tune, but something equally repetetive (and, after a while, annoying): The best fish, and the freshest fish, is Finney's fish, French-fried! Not an exact quote from Oh, Say Can You Say?, but there's no doubt of the source.
I love Dr. Seuss books, especially when reading to grandchildren. But as romantic dinner music, they could be improved upon.
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It hit me suddenly, while reading about refugees housed in Japanes school gymnasiums, that this is the time of year we attended a school-wide program for Janet's school, held in their gym. We were healthy, happy, dry, and well-clothed—with personal hand- and foot-warmers to boot—and were nonetheless deeply chilled before the program ended. And that was further south than the troubled area of Japan. That also made me realize that when you hear reports that make the refugees' need for fuel seem nearly as important as their need for water, it's not so they can tool around town in their Toyotas. Fuel for transport is vital, of course, but kerosene heaters are a common source of heat for Japanese homes. I can't imagine what Janet's apartment would have been like at this time of year without kerosene—or rather, I can imagine it all too well.
Here's an update from the team Stephan's friend is working with in Japan. It will give you a good idea of their plans for the work.
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Look what we discovered!
In the following scene, T is Stephan's friend who is in Japan helping D, the pastor whose work I mentioned in Helping Japan, a Local Option. I have to give some credit to Facebook, as I only knew about this because FB showed me M as one of the (not so random) short list friends on D's Facebook page when I was checking it out. Stephan put the pieces together from there.
Janet, who travelled to Switzerland, and there met and married
Stephan, who had lived in Japan, where he had became friends with
T, who was in Japan for a few years and worked with
D, pastor of a church there, who has a son
J, who met (in Orlando?) and married
M, a good friend of Janet's from childhood!
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Japan is a rich, modern country and doesn't need help after a natural disaster the way places like Haiti and Indonesia do, right?
Wrong. Even if you ignore the nuclear power plant problems, no one country has the resources to handle a disaster of this magnitude.
Janet and Stephan each lived (separately) for a year in Japan. Janet's friends are fine, being located on the other side of Tokyo and surrounded by mountains. Stephan's friends are closer to the troubled area, but apparently are also well. One was even in the U.S. at the time of the quake; near to us, in fact, studying at the Orlando campus of Reformed Theological Seminary.
He and a team of others are even now en route back to Japan, bringing not only manpower but also water purifiers and other equipment and supplies. They will be working with a small church that has been shuttling supplies—not to mention human contact and hope—to places the government has yet to reach with aid. It began with one trip and one truck, and has been expanding tremendously as neighbors and businesses have become involved. You can read about the project at www.spendyourself.org, the website of one of the team members—the son of the church's pastor. And if you, like me, prefer to support individual, local relief efforts when you can, that site also provides a tax-deductible way to help the team help the Japanese.
I'll have to say that despite Stephan's recommendation, it was a bit of a struggle for me at first, because of some negative experiences with that particular denomination. But as I had recently spoken forcefully about the need to transcend differences, even serious theological differences, whenever we can work together for a common goal—well, I knew this had just enough of the flavor of God's sense of humor to make it important.
Whether you want to support the team or not, I recommend following www.spendyourself.org for the story of small triumphs of hope, in the midst of great tragedy, that you won't hear on CNN.
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Faith, at two and a half, is amazingly maternal. She loves tending her new sister, or her "purple baby doll" if Joy is not available. She's good at it too, and gentle.
And then again.... She was pretending to be, herself, Grandma's "sweet little baby." Then she picked up a plastic toy, rapped it repeatedly against my knuckles, and cooed, "You' sweet little baby ... cut you' fingers off!" I'm not sure where that came from, but I think it's related to the When Boys Have a Tea Party syndrome.
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Overheard this morning: Jonathan (7) and Noah (4) were making breakfast. I wish I'd had a hidden video camera; the whole show would have had a chance to go viral on YouTube. As it was I only caught bits and snatches as I went about my own affairs.
Jonathan: I'll make the eggs, because if someone else makes them they’ll put in something I don’t like, like green peppers.
Noah: I’ll help!
Jonathan: You get out all the eggs—not the ones with the writing on them. [The hard-boiled eggs are marked with an H.]
Noah: Bud, we need Tuscan Sunset.
Noah: Do we have rye bread?
Jonathan: You need a towel, because the eggs don’t stay still if you put them [directly] on the counter.
Noah: Huh?
Grandma: He doesn’t want to make egg rolls. [A reference to Noah’s favorite joke, which he says he made up himself: How do you make egg rolls? You take an egg and roll it.]
<SPLAT>
Jonathan: I’ve got it mostly under control. Don’t anybody step there.
Jonathan: One, two three, four, five, six, seven. That’s good.
Noah: I’m not putting this in.
Jonathan: But it’s onion!
Noah: Yes, but I’m not putting it in because it doesn’t have one of those [a shaker lid].
Jonathan: Mom might be able to guess that I used nutmeg, but she’ll never guess we used paprika. Paprika looks like red pepper but it’s mild as a pild. [Jonathan’s latest verbal venture is frequent use of “(adjective) as a (rhyming nonsense word).”]
Jonathan: Bud, that was 'way too much Tuscan Sunset.
Noah: Okay, but I know we love Tuscan Sunset.
Jonathan: [putting away the minced onion] M … mace …. [This for my friend who also keeps her spices in alphabetical order.]
[Noah’s interest wanes and he gets distracted by other things; Jonathan carries on. Jonathan does not require a second person for conversation.]
Why did someone put this big pan on top of our best frying pan?
[Pours scrambled eggs into the pan.]
Oil! Oil! Oil!
[Pours scrambled eggs back into the bowl.]
[Pulls big jar of oil from cupboard. Puts it back.]
Canola oil isn’t the only kind you can use.
[Gets olive oil mister from the cupboard.]
This makes it easier not to pour too much oil.
[Sprays oil, returns eggs to the pan, turns on the stove, and commences stirring. Later, a call comes from the kitchen.]
Can someone help me stir? My arm is tired!
The eggs were almost done, and soon we sat down to a delicious breakfast of scrambled eggs, accompanied by recitations from Green Eggs and Ham.
Thank you, thank you, Jonathan and Noah!
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In Bad Science, author Ben Goldacre delivers the following paean as part of a discussion of drug side effects.
I really enjoy the sensation of orgasm. It's important to me, and everything I experience in the world tells me that this sensation is important to other people too. Wars have been fought, essentially, for the sensation of orgasm. There are eveolutionary psychologists who would try to persuade you that the entirety of human culture and language is driven, in large part, by the pursuit of the sensation of orgasm.
Far be it from me to deny the pleasure to which he refers, but the man has obviously never felt the sensation of holding a sleeping baby on his chest.
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Joy is one week old today. She is a remarkably good-natured child, or, as her Uncle Stephan would say, "chill." She naturally sleeps for two hours at a stretch, and only fusses slightly when hungry. Yet when she is awake she is alert, bright-eyed, and looking all around, and she eats with great (and noisy) enthusiasm. Joy puts up cheerfully with being handed around from one person to another, whether in the gentle, even timid, arms of an adult, or the more enthusiastic attentions of her siblings.
Nighttime, naturally, is not quite so perfect. That's when she's most likely to fuss, and to produce a large quantity of messy diapers. But the other day Heather awoke beaming and refreshed—and you know you're a new mother when you can be so enthusiastic over having gotten 10 hours of sleep in five two-hour segments. (More)
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Overheard during the flurry to get everyone out the door in time for church: "Jonathan, now is not the best time to tell us all about grain elevators."
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When the human/bathroom ratio exceeds 6:1, procrastination is a bad thing.
A very bad thing.
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Life is different for a newborn in a large family. I feel rather ridiculous applying the label "large" to a family of five, but even three siblings is sufficient to give a baby quite a different experience from most American babies. The first- and even second-born can easily become the focus of a great deal of parental attention and anxiety—which can be both a blessing and a curse. The third child, however, breaches the one-to-one parent/child ratio. Many parents of one or two children choose to encourage their kids to be competent and independent at an early age, but once a third child enters the family, that's no longer a choice, but a necessity.
There's a lively discussion currently going on at Free-Range Kids about children who have too much done for them, and I was struck by the following comment: (More)
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Joy is three days old, and all is well. She seems to have a regular fussy period between midnight and three, but other than that has been treating her parents well. She sleeps well, despite the frequent checking, patting, and noisy chaos that comes with having three loving, young siblings. She eats well, drinking in great, noisy gulps. Mom is handling the engorgment stage as well as can be expected without having a nursing toddler to help out. Grandma is happy to be done with meconium diapers.
It is a busy household. Life with three active children doesn't stop just because a fourth had been added. Chores must be done. Maybe we could manage if Noah didn't wipe the table for a day or so (though life would soon get rather sticky), or if Jonathan didn't vacuum the living room floor, but if they neglected their daily task of bringing in wood we'd soon be very cold. (More)
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Joy Ellen Daley
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
8 lbs. 1 oz., 19 3/4 in.
There are many joys and privileges in life, and I count being present at a grandchild’s birth one of the highest. But if I’d blinked, I’d have missed this one. (More)
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It's not generally considered the best treatment for a cold and severe laryngitis to play in the snow, but the sky was so blue and the sun so inviting and the snow so perfectly white and perfect for making snowballs and snow men that when the rest of the family went out to enjoy it I couldn't resist accompanying them. I had planned merely to watch, but as I said, the snow was perfect.
At least I never had a chance to get cold; the grandsons saw to that. We made a lovely snowman with a carrot nose, and then engaged in a wild battle. I don't know what the effort did for my cold, but the experience was exhilarating. We Florida girls don't get much opportunity for that kind of fun.
And my voice is no worse, not that it can get much further gone than completely. I'm learning a lot about how much I chatter when given the opportunity. :(
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