The other night I was almost asleep when one of my daughters came in and asked if she could see my old glasses. She knew I had them somewhere, but it had been a few years since any of us had opened the hope chest.
The chest is in my bedroom, so I stayed awake and waited while she dug around, looking for the glasses. I knew she had located them when she burst out laughing. Big, pink, plastic, and big. And she hadn’t even put them on her face yet.
I have a few other pairs as well, all big and plastic and progressively stronger in prescription. “Addy!” Amy called, between snorts of laughter. “Come try on Mom’s old glasses with me.”
I’m not a keeper. I’m really pretty good about throwing out anything I haven’t used for a while or don’t suspect I’ll be using again. But I do have my hope chest, which, in actuality, has always served as a memory chest. In it are old photo albums, letters, cards, 4-H record books from when I was a kid, newspaper clippings, old glasses and mouth impressions and retainers (gross, I know), and my high school yearbooks and letter jacket. There are also things from my girls’ early years–their baptism paraphernalia and journals filled with funny things they said.
Then both girls were in my room and I was awake and reminiscing and laughing and crying for a good hour or more while we all shifted through the contents of the memory chest.
People have been mistaking my daughters for each other for most of their lives. And they’ve been asked hundreds of times if they’re twins. But my old glasses really make them look alike.
I was telling a friend about the hope chest/memory chest, and he said, "It sounds more like a treasure chest to me." I think he's right.1 comments
In honor of the made-up celebration of love, here are some vintage Valentines made especially for the creeper at heart.
In the fall, the boys and I went hiking at Rabbit Valley. When were done, we rewarded ourselves with cold drinks and chips from a Fruita area gas station.
Jonas chose a blue Tum-E Yummies drink. How do I remember it was blue? Because he always chooses blue and he always chooses Tum-E Yummies.
There was a contest on the bottle with a secret code for winning secret cool prizes. All you had to do was go to the website (http://www.yummiecode.com) and enter your secret code.
My boys LOVE these games. My personal email is filled with messages from Doritios, Coke, Pepsi, etc., that say thanks for playing but try again.
Jonas would NOT recycle his bottle until we had played the code game — again.
So, we played yet another gas station marketing game, but this time when we rolled the secret dice, it said "YOU WIN!"
What! That never, ever, ever has happened.
Jonas won like 15th prize, which is not an X-Box has he hoped, but a pencil set. It was going to take 6-8 weeks to deliver.
He was SO stoked! He checked the mailbox the very next day, then waited and waited and waited ......
Every once in awhile he's remind me that a Big Prize was on it's way.
And then, one day, last week it came. There were 5 official Tum-E Yummies pencils.
Jonas paraded them around for awhile. Then he said: "Mom, I want you to get on Facebook and say 'Tum-E Yummies are RADICAL!"
If that's not a good review, then I don't know what is. Thanks Tum-E Yummies. You've made one little boy in Colorado very, very happy.1 comments
I've never sang "Happy Birthday" so much in my life. Pretty much every other day.
On the other hand, we as a family have learned a lot about presidents from Soren's resolution.
In order, let's start with Fillmore. He liked eggs. So, at the suggestion of my aunt via Facebook, we had breakfast for dinner.
Of course, it was a big hit. Liking eggs is one of the most interesting things about Fillmore, we learned. He made the list of "10 Most Uninteresting Presidents" ever. He's also been called boring, unispiring, and being compared to him as president is one of the greatest political insults. Maybe I'll try that sometime, like "Ugh, he's SO Millard Fillmore." In the right company, it might work. On second thought, it would probably work better on the "Big Bang Theory" and I'd be the only one in the room laughing.
Moving on. We accidently skipped Roosevelt. But, we picked him up a week later with McKinley. I justified it by telling Soren that of all the presidents, Franklin Delano Roosevelt would understand the need to conserve our birthday celebrations in terms of saving money on desserts. Soren liked that his middle name is his mother's last name and he's pretty sure that he does not want another depresssion. Who does?
McKinley was our first assassinated president which was interesting to explain to an 8-year-old. It led to defining words like anarchist and gangrene. Who doesn't like to talk about gangrene around the dinner table? Or electric chair?
Yeah, that was a good night.
Next came Harrison. We like Harrison. He liked squirrel stew so I made stew and biscuits with honey. I tried to convince the boys it had squirrel in it, but they didn't believe me.
Poor Harrison. He got pneumonia and died just one month into his presidency. What a total bummer to finally reach the top and keel over. After we sang, Soren added a little "may he rest in peace" prayer. God Speed Harrison, the strawberry sundaes we had in your honor were fabulous.
Phew, and if all those weren't enough, Soren shares a birthday with Ronald Reagan. In honor of the occasion, Soren bought jelly beans at the candy store to share with his class. That night, we sang "Happy Birthday Soren and Ronald Reagan ...." which cracked us all up. I don't think we researched a single thing about Ronald Reagan that night though because in our world nobody, not even the "The Gipper," is more important than our son. Sorry Reagan.2 comments
As I’ve written before here and here, my little family has been through the wringer a couple of times recently. But we have picked ourselves up and dusted ourselves off. We’re doing OK and that’s just fine.
One thing became abundantly clear during our trials and tribulations and it’s that we have an amazing network of friends. Of course, I knew that before all of this, but it was made more than abundantly clear in the last month and a half.
As soon as our friends learned of Bill’s mom’s illness and passing along with both my mom’s and my illness, we were inundated with love, support and offers to do anything we needed.
When I was in the emergency room worrying myself sick about getting Margaret from school, Bill sent out a couple of texts and immediately we had a list of friends that were ready, willing and able to get Mar, get me, get us dinner, whatever we needed or wanted.
Even though I walked out of the hospital in good enough condition to not only drive myself, but also get Mar, a dear friend insisted on coming to see me at home. She wanted a second opinion on how well I really was. I knew I was OK, but that sense of being taken care of was much needed.
Over the weekend while Bill was back East and my mom was in the hospital, another friend insisted on coming over early Saturday with a bottle of champagne and orange juice. She watched TV with me and made me laugh. Mimosas and true friendship go along way during the hard times.
Our little family of four is the only blood family we have here in the Grand Valley, but our friend family is vast and wonderful. There’s nothing like going through some hard times to be reminded that of what a beautiful life we have created for ourselves here.
Thank you to everyone who has been there for us.
Soren turned eight last week.
Geez, where has the time gone? Eight. EIGHT! How do you even describe eight?
Eight is smack in the kid years, and although I sigh often about how fast it's going by, I love having kids. 8-year-old ones in particular because it's such a great age. Do you remember being eight? I do and it was awesome.
Soren is the perfect 8-year-old boy. He's got big teeth he hasn't grown into, he's tall, he's strong, he's smart and he's adventurous.
This kid is not afraid to try new things, and once he does, he wants to be the very best at it. I love that about him. He might not always be the best at something, but he's guts and motivation and he pushes himself to his upper limits. I've always thought that it doesn't really matter how good you are at something. Wanting it enough and working hard to achieve it is often more important than skill. I hope this 8-year-old zest never ever leaves him.
For his birthday, I took him to a Japanese restaurant with traditional seating. He kicked off his shoes, was amazed by the lack of silverware, and dove into a pile of sushi.
Then, on Friday, his dad took him to Powderhorn to fulfil his childhood dream of becoming a snowboarder. He had a lesson, then met up with his dad later to shred the mountain.
He wasn't really laughing because snowboarding is hard and frustrating. But, hard and frustrating did not mean is wasn't fun. He picked himself up over and over, kept on trying and trying, and he loved cold every minute of it.
That night, he jabbered nonstop about snowboarding skills. He was much impressed with the ski lift, the lodge, the rental place, well, basically about every single thing he saw and did that day. Powderhorn, I think you have a life-long customer.
That's Soren for you. He's a full-blown kid whose ready to see it all, try it all, and master it all. (Huh, not unlike his mama?)
Eight is gonna be a great year!
About a month ago, while dusting the book shelf, I came across the Nook Color my sister had so graciously packed up and given me once she was ready to move on to a newer gadget. It’s been on the shelf, unused, for about two years.
I wrote a post about my intentions to take a class and learn how to use it and see what the benefits might be. I am happy to report that I did indeed attend the class.
There were about 12 participants there, all much older than I, and two instructors, both of whom worked for the technology “department” of our county library. The class lasted for about an hour, the first half hour devoted to what ebooks are available and how one actually goes about accessing them and downloading them.
It’s a fairly simple process. I would go to the library’s website and either enter a specific title, a certain author, or just click on the ebook/audio book section. It is possible to “check out” five ebook titles at once, for a period of two weeks. “Check out” basically means download the title to my device. Though the books are digital, the library still has a limited quantity of them to “loan” at any given time. Therefore, a certain title may not be available when I want it and I might have to put it on hold (i.e., get on the waiting list until others “return” their “copy”). I have two weeks (or three, but the default borrowing time is two) to read the book, at which time it will “go away.” Yep, it will just disappear from my eReader. If I am not yet finished with it and want to continue reading it, I can go back into the library’s website and request it again, either getting it right away or being added to the end of the waiting list.
The second half of the class was devoted to setting up our various eReaders–Kindles, Samsung, Nooks, and a few others–so that we could access the library and start checking out titles. We were divided into groups according to which type of device we had and given a list of step-by-step instructions to download the app we needed. The two library employees floated among us and offered help when we got stuck.
We all needed them at once. For various reasons. And for more than a minute or two.
I made it through most of the steps on my own and got my device ready to download books. But then, when I was on the library’s site, ready to download my first title, my Nook Color went to a blank screen. It seemed to be trying to load, or download, something, but it just got stuck there. For too long. For several attempts in a row. Something wasn’t right.
I asked for assistance and the facilitator was just as confused as I was.
I asked him, “Could it be that this device is old and outdated? I think it’s about three years old.” I imagined myself attending a smartphone class a few years back. Back when I still had a flip phone. I probably would have had some difficulty in a smartphone class showing up with a device like a flip phone.
The library employee admitted that he hadn’t seen a model like mine and wasn’t familiar with it, but that that shouldn’t matter. It should work.
I kind of wanted to just give up. I mean, I can check out real books and hold them and smell them and turn the pages and love them. Giving up would give me permission to do all the aforementioned. I didn’t really need to figure out the eReader.
But I noticed that, though everyone else was having some difficulty, they weren’t giving up. They were just waiting patiently until someone could come and help them through the steps.
After an hour and ten minutes, I had to get going. I hadn’t been home yet that evening and I had children to feed and other things to do.
The library guys reminded me about the weekly technology classes, where anyone could show up with any type of technology and get some help with it. Good to know. But those classes were during the day, during my working hours.
“And,” said the guy who helped me, “you can also get a half hour appointment with one of us if you’re still having trouble.”
Hmm, that sounded pretty good, I thought, as I walked out. Maybe I’ll do that. Because I don’t want to give up on the idea.
Next step: half hour free private lesson. Gotta love the public library!1 comments
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