Sunday, March 31, 2013




Has it really been a month since I posted?

Random thoughts . . . it's Easter and church was full of flowers and the Hallelujah Chorus . . . today would have been Dwight's mom's 91st birthday. . .overjoyed by a communication with a nephew who is struggling - just a text is better than the Easter Bunny.


We've Been Visited!
After all these months here, it has happened at last.  We were visited by some of our oldest and dearest friends, Gene and Rebecca Kliewer.  We knew each other while pregnant (our daughter and their twin sons are a few months apart), raised our kids in the early years just down the street from one another, attended the same church for a long time, and have shared the craziness of life.  What each of us has been through, the other has witnessed and walked alongside.  
Someone at my women's group said it well when she remarked that when you are around people who know you deeply, you just breathe a little differently.

Monday was snowing so we stayed home and played with the kids.  That felt so comfy and good, even though little Kiyoko was a fussy-pot (a very cute fussy-pot),



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Do the right thing, SCOTUS
We spent Tuesday the 26th in the District, leaving our Library of Congress tour to catch the tail end of the Marriage Equality festivities outside of the Supreme Court Building.  The sign in the photo above was snatched from the trash so we could record our support.  A quick lunch and tour of the American Indian Museum was followed by the guys heading to the Air & Space Museum (Dwight's Holy Grail) and the gals to the National Art Gallery where we saw almost too many Italian Masters' renditions of Madonna and Child.  A walkabout of Union Station and dinner at an Irish pub capped off the day.


The Bay Bridge at Sandy Point

Wednesday we went to Sandy Point State Park on the Chesapeake Bay, in our ongoing search for a lovely place to hang out.  Miss those California beaches, I gotta say.

Then it was into Annapolis for a little antiquing and walking around neighborhoods built in the 1700s, dinner at a fish monger, then off to the airport.  They would not give in to my frequent requests to change their tickets and stay longer.

So, if you are reading this and are from California and are thinking about visiting, stop thinking and just buy the plane tickets!!!  We'll pick you up at the airport, plan a great visit around what you would like to see and do.

Does that sound desperate?  No quite desperate, but I could use the easy-breathing.





For you, A, from "Ode to the West Wind" by PB Shelley

Oh! lift me as a wave, a leaf, a cloud!
 I fall upon the thorns of life! I bleed!

A heavy weight of hours has chained and bowed
One too like thee: tameless, and swift, and proud.

Friday, March 1, 2013

Reading List



Allowing my eyes to wander over our bookshelves gives me the same sort of feeling I get looking at old photographs of times with family and friends.  Remember the great romp through Wicked (Gregory Maguire)?  I will forever be haunted by Beloved (Toni Morrison, and I think I might have to agree with the Maryland mom who thinks this is not high school material).  Annie Dillard - anything by Annie Dillard but especially Pilgrim at Tinker Creek is formative to my soul.  Don't even get me started on how I love to read cookbooks - I can't wait for Deborah Madison's new book, Vegetable Literacy, to come out next month.  What follows is a peak at what books are in my current stack.

Two That I've Read Very Recently 
Sonia Sotomayor's memoir, My Beloved World, got a lot of press around the DC area.  Memoirs are something I read pretty selectively, yet after listening to several interviews with her talking about he book, I couldn't wait to read it. She did not disappoint.  Her story is inspiring and her openness is amazing, but the most wonderful thing is her attitude of appreciation for her life experiences, her ability to see the very difficult circumstances and challenges that she has faced as positive contributors to her personal journey, and her insistence that her accomplishments belong not only to her but to the many, many people who have loved, supported and encouraged her.  Honestly, after reading her story I am more willing to forgive, more willing to be open to grace, more willing to just pick myself up and keep walking.  Thank you, Madame Justice.

At long last!  An elegantly written book that says it's okay to be an introvert.  Susan Cain, in her book Quiet, doesn't do any original research but she does a fascinating job of collecting and synthesizing the information that's out there about those of us who do a lot of living in our heads.  Dwight and I (and about 300 other introverts) went to hear her speak about her book a couple of weeks ago and she built a intriguing case for the power of quiet in a noisy world that values self-promotion and gregariousness.  No longer will I feel somehow inferior because I fear small talk, prefer an evening with my cat to a festive gala, or over-prepare for a lecture or talk.  Particularly useful and affirming are the suggestions for valuing introverts in the workplace and the encouragement to parents and teachers of quiet children.

Three That I'm Reading Right Now
I began reading Thomas Mann's The Magic Mountain last fall when it was the pick of our local library's book club.  As sometimes happens, I was distracted with other things, and even though the book was really enjoyable I put it down and didn't pick it up again until a few days ago.  Now I wonder what could have distracted me from such a great read!  We have a hapless young protagonist who finds himself in a sanitorium for TB patients and who decides he prefers to be there rather than go back to the "real" world.  The author's exploration of the meaning of time is masterful, and the characterizations are hilarious.  Warning:  the plot is one of ideas and not of action, so this book is not for those who like a fast-moving tale.  Note: critics prefer the translation of John E. Woods (original text is in German).

All readers bring our own ideas and experiences to a book, and we also bring our own purposes and frames of reference.  I first read Alison Gopnik's The Philosophical Baby as an early childhood professional, primarily as a resource for my lectures in child development at Fresno State.  I encouraged my students to read this book as well as to review other work by Dr. Gopnik (she teaches at UC Berkeley), and also seasoned my Montessori work with her new research and insights.  This time, however, I'm reading the book as a professional Oma.  I am fascinated by the minds of babies and young children, and find none more fascinating than those of my own grandchildren.  I spend my days in diapers and bottles and toy trains and playdough, all the while working to discern just what those young minds - so expansive and compelling - are trying to learn and to express.  In my opinion this is a book that should be required reading for every parent and teacher who cares deeply about knowing the nature of childhood.

Living Beautifully by Pema Chodron is one of those books that I pick up, inhale a bit, chew on it, ponder it, let it germinate, and then come back for more.  She is my go-to teacher of life from a Buddhist point of view and I appreciate her clear writing and down to earth approach so much.  This book is a good choice for me now, as I have experienced so many big changes in the last year and a half, and those changes are just going to keep coming.  Here is her opening paragraph:

"As human beings we share a tendency to scramble for certainty whenever we realize that everything around us is in flux.  In difficult times the stress of trying to find solid ground - something predictable and safe to stand on - seems to intensify.  But in truth, the very nature ofour existence is forever in flux.  Everything keeps changing, whether we're aware of it or not.

Sigh. 




 On My Bedside Table
Here are books that are next in line, although the order will depend of what strikes my fancy when I'm ready to pick one up.  I'll brew a cup of tea, ignore my to-do list, say a word of thanks for a long evening ahead, and disappear into a book. 

Heat by Bill Streever, and The Universe Within by Neil Shubin.  Both of these are science written for the science-interested reader rather than for other scientists.  I heard both of these authors speak about their books - full of grand ideas and connections from stardust to climate change.  Should be fun.
     

My friend Rebecca, a fellow traveler in book land, sent me these two:  The View From Castle Rock by Alice Munro, and Nine Stories by J.D. Salinger.  I always love what she picks, and these are guaranteed to be terrific because I know the authors so well.
              

My sister-friend Marie handed me Because It Is Bitter and Because It Is My Heart by Joyce Carol Oates before we left California.  I know I'll love it (I'm a big fan of this author), but I'd rather have a glass of wine with Marie.  Another sigh.

One more.  I cannot look at the cover of Flight Behavior by Barbara Kingsolver without a clutch in my gut and anxiety in my shoulders (see my blog for January 14, 2012, “Queen of America”) but I will work that through and enjoy this book.  I will, I will, I will.