I'm glad I waited 24 hours before finalizing my thoughts on the vote by the General Conference delegates regarding the ordination of women in the ministry. I have been a fence setter. It looks like there is biblical support for not ordaining. It looks like a biblical case can be made for ordaining. Since I am not an active member presently, I have felt it was not necessary to form an opinion.
Since following the "discussion" at #GCSA15 on Twitter and seeing the reactions of the majority of the stakeholders, I now have an opinion. But I won't share it.
This vote was not a disavowal of women in the ministry by the church or by God. It continues a barrier to complete recognition by the formal church, not a barrier to the many who have been touched by their ministry. They will continue to enjoy the results of the ministry.
Many of the "no" votes were a personal disavowal. Strong feelings exist in some. But this issue would not have even been discussed 50 years ago. I venture to guess there would have been 2,300 "no" votes and 63 "yes" votes if the question was placed then.
"Church" arguments usually take the form of "God says," and for good reason. We have been taught this way. While I may disagree with the outcome (oh, did my opinion slip out?) I don't disagree that this decision may be God's will. If I didn't think that, I would have no reason for trusting anything to the church.
In this (western) society we often look at as teams winning or losing. Winning is seen as morally better and as having God on its side. Look at all the praying for victory and praising God with every touchdown. However, if it was morally better, wouldn't the same team win every year? And wouldn't the Dodgers have won the World Series last year? I think these issues are seldom fully understood by us. This and any vote is not definitive. It is subject to changes of understanding. The church's mission continues to be center that should not change, and all the votes of this session and all future session will merely be "current" understandings.
"No" did not necessarily mean God did not approve. Delegates were not given the options I have been taught God has: Yes, No, Later, and Something Better. With as many "no" votes as I saw and with the tenacity of some of the "no" people, maybe God says this isn't quite the right time. Wait until some of the anger can be overcome. A worse division would have resulted.
We are in a world where things happen much faster than even 50 years ago, much less 150 years ago. But it still takes time for humans to change direction. Division may still result here because hearts haven't been changed. For much the same reason, racism remains an issue in America. Even with progress, hearts are not yet changed. Legislation, regulation, and church policy won't change hearts. Love and time do that.
The church has placed impediments to progress in its path before. It placed a couple more for me this session. It will do it again. But if, as I believe, God is in charge, His will is being carried out somehow. Moses didn't cross to the Promised Land. Martin Luther did not see the completion of the Reformation. Martin Luther King, Jr. did not see a black President of the United States elected. But each played a part in progress.
The ladies serving the SDA church in ANY capacity are the living, breathing proof they are needed. Ordination will only increase that when it comes. I have been thrilled inside to see the lack of anger and division in most of the responses. Anything further need to be said on how much of God these women are?
Now, continue with what you were doing.
Thursday, July 9, 2015
Wednesday, October 15, 2014
Drugs and Aging.
There is a strong movement underway to legalize marijuana. As I reflect on a number of problems in our country I am rethinking my opposition. And including many drugs currently listed as controlled or illegal.
I propose a new national policy. When a person turns 65, all drugs may be provided by physicians and considered legal. This will have a number of positive consequences:
1. Peace. A person's last years will be made pleasant. In old age it would be nice not to be as acutely aware of all the pains, loss of energy, and parts that are now broken or non-functional.
2. Social Life. Children will be much more likely to visit. Both because the old people will be more pleasant to be around and it will increase their own access to chemical bliss. Grandchildren will think Grandma and Grandpa are fun.
3. Medical Systems. Medicare will be saved. Old people will not realize they need surgery or treatment.
4. Financial Freedom. Supplemental income from selling "excess" drugs would relieve society of the need to provide further Social Security increases.
5. Crime Reduction. Fewer drug dealers will be needed - get whatever you want from an old person. Drug addicts would not have to commit crimes to get money for drugs. Prices will be lower - just go see an old person. And old people will get still more visitors.
6. Sharing Experience. Old people have wisdom and would be able to gauge how much of what to give - who needs it and who does not and is just complaining and needs to get a job.
This doesn't solve everything, but lets get the dialogue going.
I propose a new national policy. When a person turns 65, all drugs may be provided by physicians and considered legal. This will have a number of positive consequences:
1. Peace. A person's last years will be made pleasant. In old age it would be nice not to be as acutely aware of all the pains, loss of energy, and parts that are now broken or non-functional.
2. Social Life. Children will be much more likely to visit. Both because the old people will be more pleasant to be around and it will increase their own access to chemical bliss. Grandchildren will think Grandma and Grandpa are fun.
3. Medical Systems. Medicare will be saved. Old people will not realize they need surgery or treatment.
4. Financial Freedom. Supplemental income from selling "excess" drugs would relieve society of the need to provide further Social Security increases.
5. Crime Reduction. Fewer drug dealers will be needed - get whatever you want from an old person. Drug addicts would not have to commit crimes to get money for drugs. Prices will be lower - just go see an old person. And old people will get still more visitors.
6. Sharing Experience. Old people have wisdom and would be able to gauge how much of what to give - who needs it and who does not and is just complaining and needs to get a job.
This doesn't solve everything, but lets get the dialogue going.
Tuesday, May 6, 2014
38th Anniversary Musings
I walked up the stairs and confronted the Family Wall of Fame at the top - pictures mostly of our children at various stages of maturity. But there are also a few pictures including the founders of Lois and Don Enterprises. With an anniversary coming up soon how could I help but think back and smile:
You were mine from the moment I saw you walking down the dorm steps with long flowing blonde hair. I will do whatever I need to to keep in your good graces. Your happiness is all I long for. Let's re-up this contract for another 38 years.
____Yes, I will _____ I'll think about it
_________________________________
(sign here)
(I don't even care that the NSA may read this!)
- At the family members who said it wouldn't last 6 months.
- At the memories of the smiles Lois and I have shared over the years.
- At the gifts given, both exciting and "what made you think I wanted that" (after the birthday gift of a waffle iron.)
- At each of the children - how much they were wanted, the dreams I had for them, the excitement I felt in following them in their scholastic as well as extracurricular endeavors, their happy times and their disappointed times.
- At the friends who have come into and gone out of our lives as we moved from one geographical location to another.
I know I could go on. But supper is calling. So, as with the times that provided all these happy thoughts, I leave them behind too quickly so as to engage in the present. But Lois, through it all you have been my support, my inspiration, my joy, my lifeline. You bring a smile when everything around seems to be falling apart. You are the first thought when I am experiencing success. (OK, you are also the only one from whom I take serious guff.) You established and managed the finest family and household I could have imagined. Your success is evident.
You were mine from the moment I saw you walking down the dorm steps with long flowing blonde hair. I will do whatever I need to to keep in your good graces. Your happiness is all I long for. Let's re-up this contract for another 38 years.
____Yes, I will _____ I'll think about it
_________________________________
(sign here)
(I don't even care that the NSA may read this!)
Saturday, March 29, 2014
First Unofficial Joint Meeting of the North Dakota and Iowa Chapters of the Alumni of Hawaiian Mission Academy
The First Unofficial Joint Meeting of the North Dakota and Iowa Chapters of the Alumni of Hawaiian Mission Academy took place last evening, March 28, 2014, in a booth at Perkins of Bismark, North Dakota. In attendance were representatives of the Classes of 1971 (Larry Pascual) and 1970 (Don Brown.) Greek salad, tomato soup, and grilled cheese sandwich was provided, as desired.
Discussed were:
Meeting Facilitator: Larry Pascual (it was his State and he knew the good restaurants.)
Recording Secretary: Don Brown (we had to give him something to do.)
Discussed were:
- World Affairs
- The effects of the economy
- How much older the other one looked than we remembered
- Who has what kids and where they are and what they are doing
- Where the members present have been, what they have done, and what they are doing
- Memories (probably fairly accurate) of going with the dorm to Scotty's, the Scuba Belle, teachers, who we have some contact with, etc.
- A challenge to a Class basketball game was made then withdrawn because we were tired and were afraid of getting hurt. Discussed where we were already hurting.
- Why we can't move back to Hawaii (not so much the restraining orders, more $$ related.)
- Next meeting: Hope we don't wait another 43 years to have one.
Meeting Facilitator: Larry Pascual (it was his State and he knew the good restaurants.)
Recording Secretary: Don Brown (we had to give him something to do.)
Tuesday, December 10, 2013
The Lesson of the Cemetery
Several things nurture my spiritual life in my search to understand my place in the universe.
* Reading through the Gospels and focusing on the life of Jesus, His sayings, His reactions to situations around Him. How should I be different because of that?
* Looking at Nature. The complexity and interaction of everything is overwhelming. Keep thinking or give up thinking?
* Walking through the cemetery. OK, that takes a little explaining.
When I do my walking I usually end up the final approach coming back through the local cemetery. It has been here probably since the founding of the town in the 1850's. This is young when you consider the length of recorded history and how many others there are around the city, state, country, and world. Or the number of those not buried in the land of the final condo's.
On my way back I walk down the middle from the more recent section to the older section. People buried last week to people who died in 1864. There are husbands and wives buried together and sometimes with children. People with the same name scattered all over. On the headstones are long stories and on some just a name. Real flowers, no flowers, and artificial flowers. Husband died in 1956 and wife who died in 1988 next to him. A lady born about the same time as me who died in 1968 on the same headstone as father (died 1992) and mother (1930- .) Veterans of WWI, WWII, and perhaps other wars.
The cemetery is in a peaceful setting. It is well kept. And it still growing. That last part is what always gets my attention. It brings up questions.
* Reading through the Gospels and focusing on the life of Jesus, His sayings, His reactions to situations around Him. How should I be different because of that?
* Looking at Nature. The complexity and interaction of everything is overwhelming. Keep thinking or give up thinking?
* Walking through the cemetery. OK, that takes a little explaining.
When I do my walking I usually end up the final approach coming back through the local cemetery. It has been here probably since the founding of the town in the 1850's. This is young when you consider the length of recorded history and how many others there are around the city, state, country, and world. Or the number of those not buried in the land of the final condo's.
On my way back I walk down the middle from the more recent section to the older section. People buried last week to people who died in 1864. There are husbands and wives buried together and sometimes with children. People with the same name scattered all over. On the headstones are long stories and on some just a name. Real flowers, no flowers, and artificial flowers. Husband died in 1956 and wife who died in 1988 next to him. A lady born about the same time as me who died in 1968 on the same headstone as father (died 1992) and mother (1930- .) Veterans of WWI, WWII, and perhaps other wars.
The cemetery is in a peaceful setting. It is well kept. And it still growing. That last part is what always gets my attention. It brings up questions.
Thursday, September 5, 2013
Owen Family Reunions
Summer's almost gone. Another year past with no Owen Family Reunion like I remember.
Reunions were great memories with cousins - kick the can, hide and seek, freeze tag, badminton, some kind of baseball, wondering through the garden and picking berries, or "I'm bored, there's nothing to do." Aunt Violet and crew would always have great meals with fresh milk and cream from somewhere, fresh garden potatoes or tomatoes or green beans or . . . .
Someone would start with the firecrackers. Usually Uncle Ed but it might be Uncle Bill Ritchey to get ahead of Uncle Bill. Uncle Bernie would pick it up to get back at Uncle Ed.
Uncle Ed/Uncle Bill/Uncle Bill/Uncle Bernie used to go off to Loveland for one of two things - 2 gallons (glass) of A&W or watermelon. A&W speaks for itself.
But the watermelon! Oh, the watermelon! It always seemed to be a good. I think it was most often a Black Diamond, the dark green kind you don't see much anymore. And of course there were seeds. God had not invented seedless yet. But I don't think the Uncles would have gotten them anyway - not real. Now when I bring home less than a great taste, I sometimes doubt my heritage.
The lonesome train straining to make it's way up the grade from Loveland leaving one to wonder if it was going to make it this time. Trips out to Lone Tree Lake and half-heartedly listening to Dad tell of his adventures swimming or ice skating on the lake. (How I wish he was here now to tell me those stories - really, Dad, I'd listen.) Thunderstorms coming over Longs Peak. Going down into the Aunt Violet's musty basement (the old place) and seeing all the jars of fruit. Garages divided with sheets so several families could stay there.
Then there was the Sabbath meal and it was the big deal. While there was some coming and going, at this meal everyone who was going to be there was there. It might be at the Loveland Veterans Park or at the Powerhouse park up along the Big Thompson. You know, the one that washed away in a flash flood 35 years ago.
But mostly what I miss is the people. Uncles and aunts, cousins, of course my own family, and then extended family or family friends that would show up (remember the Snyders.) Knowing they were part of my family, my flesh and blood. Listening to the old people (anyone over 30) tell stories of when they went to Campion or Platte Valley Academy, or to Lexington or Kearney or Oconto or Lincoln. Seeing new additions - younger cousins who joined. Every one of them hold a special place in my heart that does not go away. Even though I haven't seen them for many years.
You can't go back. Past is past. It will never be the same. But I won't forget the Reunions. They are the rock that I was built on. They are a key to my understanding who I am and why I do things the way I do. And I am proud of it all. No one can have my memories.
Reunions were great memories with cousins - kick the can, hide and seek, freeze tag, badminton, some kind of baseball, wondering through the garden and picking berries, or "I'm bored, there's nothing to do." Aunt Violet and crew would always have great meals with fresh milk and cream from somewhere, fresh garden potatoes or tomatoes or green beans or . . . .
Someone would start with the firecrackers. Usually Uncle Ed but it might be Uncle Bill Ritchey to get ahead of Uncle Bill. Uncle Bernie would pick it up to get back at Uncle Ed.
Uncle Ed/Uncle Bill/Uncle Bill/Uncle Bernie used to go off to Loveland for one of two things - 2 gallons (glass) of A&W or watermelon. A&W speaks for itself.
But the watermelon! Oh, the watermelon! It always seemed to be a good. I think it was most often a Black Diamond, the dark green kind you don't see much anymore. And of course there were seeds. God had not invented seedless yet. But I don't think the Uncles would have gotten them anyway - not real. Now when I bring home less than a great taste, I sometimes doubt my heritage.
The lonesome train straining to make it's way up the grade from Loveland leaving one to wonder if it was going to make it this time. Trips out to Lone Tree Lake and half-heartedly listening to Dad tell of his adventures swimming or ice skating on the lake. (How I wish he was here now to tell me those stories - really, Dad, I'd listen.) Thunderstorms coming over Longs Peak. Going down into the Aunt Violet's musty basement (the old place) and seeing all the jars of fruit. Garages divided with sheets so several families could stay there.
Then there was the Sabbath meal and it was the big deal. While there was some coming and going, at this meal everyone who was going to be there was there. It might be at the Loveland Veterans Park or at the Powerhouse park up along the Big Thompson. You know, the one that washed away in a flash flood 35 years ago.
But mostly what I miss is the people. Uncles and aunts, cousins, of course my own family, and then extended family or family friends that would show up (remember the Snyders.) Knowing they were part of my family, my flesh and blood. Listening to the old people (anyone over 30) tell stories of when they went to Campion or Platte Valley Academy, or to Lexington or Kearney or Oconto or Lincoln. Seeing new additions - younger cousins who joined. Every one of them hold a special place in my heart that does not go away. Even though I haven't seen them for many years.
You can't go back. Past is past. It will never be the same. But I won't forget the Reunions. They are the rock that I was built on. They are a key to my understanding who I am and why I do things the way I do. And I am proud of it all. No one can have my memories.
Saturday, December 29, 2012
Is it Still Christmas
As a kid growing up in Hawaii Christmas seem to last for several months. Gifts came by way of a 5 day ship trip. But depending on postage rate you chose it could take 14 to 60 days. And relatives would send things three months early to 5 days before Christmas so it went on for quite a while.
It is now 4 days after December 25. Is it still Christmas?
If you celebrate this day as Jesus' birthday you are probably aware it wasn't likely the 25 of December and therefore, to avoid missing it we should probably celebrate every day. If you celebrate the day as a day to "give" we should probably have an attitude of "giving" every day.
I regularly hear we should remember every day that Christ will come to our hearts and reside. I know. My first reaction was "Yes, of COURSE!" My second reaction was "I wonder if we have any Little Debbies left." My third reaction was "Wait a minute, what did the question mean and what did I mean?" (You might guess I strongly desire clarity.)
Jesus. In me. Every day. No, an xray of me won't show an image of Him. But what others see me DO could show Him.
As a manager, it happens:
- when I talk to a staff member about a behavioral problem-
- when I talk to a difficult patient
- when I make a policy decision
- when I make a charging, pricing, coding, or compliance decision
- when I have to deal with a difficult peer on an issue that may not have a win-win solution.
Was someone able to quietly say "oh, that is what Jesus is like?"
Of course if to you Christmas revolves around the new leather jacket you wanted and did or didn't get, I guess Christmas is over until next year this time.
Sunday, May 6, 2012
Uncle Bill Richey
As I spend the day painting our house inside I can't help but think of my Uncle Bill Richey whose house we would visit each summer for family reunions. He was a house painter. I don't think I ever saw him painting but I remember the brushes, paint cans, ladders, canvasses, the smell of paint and thinner around the garage. I remember how old he looked with knarelled hands from years of painting.
Today I'm priming the upstairs hall and stairway. As I'm painting the smells and tools bring back the memories of opening that garage door, picking up some of his tools and holding them, and dreaming of someday being a heroic housepainter like him. Imagine being able to transform an old looking room into something new.
Then later I had a career painting. Well, it was a couple of weeks painting Mrs. Yamashiro's Beritania Street apartments. "Heroic" sort of escaped me. But transformation was still a marvelous thing to behold.
Now I wonder what Uncle Bill would think of us sissies who need easy clean up latex, Home Depot "experts", "I think I cut myself. No, not there, here. See, I think that is blood," airless sprayers, "ow my neck hurts from looking up," "where's my ice tea," "ow, I got something in my eye," "I think I'm almost done?" I become determined to do better.
Maybe I'll start a second career . . . .
Wednesday, July 13, 2011
Teach Your Children Well
I thought I had done such a good job. "Children, you want to grab every opportunity that comes your way. Expand your horizons. Learn new things. Eat a balanced diet."
Children got older. They went to school and learned. Finally they walked away with degrees and degrees. And it all started going south. Literally.
Number One son took his computer programing and software design seriously and after a few years in Hawaii and California, took his family and was recruited to Australia. Number one daughter ran off with husband to California and now has her family and a hectic life in San Antonio. Ummm, maybe I didn't mean expand horizons quite that far away.
Now, tonight, we will watch our other Number One daughter get on a plane and be off to Peru to seek her dream. She has her first job out of college (other than the year of volunteer work in Brazil) many miles away. At a university in Lima.
A sad father reflects: why did they have to take me so seriously? why did they pick up on THIS so well? But what would I say if I could start over?
Children got older. They went to school and learned. Finally they walked away with degrees and degrees. And it all started going south. Literally.
Number One son took his computer programing and software design seriously and after a few years in Hawaii and California, took his family and was recruited to Australia. Number one daughter ran off with husband to California and now has her family and a hectic life in San Antonio. Ummm, maybe I didn't mean expand horizons quite that far away.
Now, tonight, we will watch our other Number One daughter get on a plane and be off to Peru to seek her dream. She has her first job out of college (other than the year of volunteer work in Brazil) many miles away. At a university in Lima.
A sad father reflects: why did they have to take me so seriously? why did they pick up on THIS so well? But what would I say if I could start over?
Tuesday, July 5, 2011
Persistence - A Dog's Tail
“Nothing in this world can take the place of persistence. Talent will not; nothing is more common than unsuccessful people with talent. Genius will not; unrewarded genius is almost a proverb. Education will not; the world is full of educated derelicts. Persistence and determination alone are omnipotent. The slogan 'press on' has solved and always will solve the problems of the human race” --Calvin Coolidge
Our shelty of 8 years died. We were dogless. Lois started not liking being dogless. Enter Craigslist.
We drove home Sunday with the friendliest, lovingest dog. An English Springer Spaniel - a champion purebreed. (But we will be raising her as a commoner - no papers.) We were told she likes to fetch a ball.
So for 2 hours we threw a ball and she fetched. When we came in the house she followed us around with the ball in her mouth. For several hours. She kept dropping it at our feet. When we didn't catch on, she picked it up and dropped it again. And again. You get the idea.
She slept on our bed the first night. By the second night we had a bed for her over in the corner. We had settled down "for a long summer's nap" when I felt something poking me in the back. I reached under me and pulled out -- a ball. I looked to the side and over the edge of the bed were two pleading eyes looking at me. At 11 o'clock at night. Lois was washing dishes and Darcy got up on her hind legs and gently balance the ball on the lip of the sink. I'm picking beans in the garden and suddenly see a green tennis ball rolling under the leaves toward me. Cut to the brown eyes at the end of the row.
.
It gets better. This morning as Lois finished her shower she noticed Darcy right outside the door. As soon as she slid it open Darcy placed the ball on the sliding door track and looked up :) Later as Lois was unloading the dishwasher she turned back from putting some glasses away and there was a ball resting innocently on the open dishwasher door.
I have a feeling I could bore for a few years to come. But the persistence of this canine sort of reminded of the parable of the pleading woman and the unrighteous judge. The value of persistence. Nothing worthwhile has ever accomplished by "almost" sticking with it long enough. Maybe the best example is the gambler who sticks with the game until his luck changes. OK, maybe not something to emulate, but hopefully you see what I think I mean.
God grant me the patience/persistence/perseverance/focus/single-mindedness to stick with/learn/do/stop doing, whatever it is that needs doing/holds me back/tears me or someone else down/builds up/prevents good.
Our shelty of 8 years died. We were dogless. Lois started not liking being dogless. Enter Craigslist.
We drove home Sunday with the friendliest, lovingest dog. An English Springer Spaniel - a champion purebreed. (But we will be raising her as a commoner - no papers.) We were told she likes to fetch a ball.
So for 2 hours we threw a ball and she fetched. When we came in the house she followed us around with the ball in her mouth. For several hours. She kept dropping it at our feet. When we didn't catch on, she picked it up and dropped it again. And again. You get the idea.
She slept on our bed the first night. By the second night we had a bed for her over in the corner. We had settled down "for a long summer's nap" when I felt something poking me in the back. I reached under me and pulled out -- a ball. I looked to the side and over the edge of the bed were two pleading eyes looking at me. At 11 o'clock at night. Lois was washing dishes and Darcy got up on her hind legs and gently balance the ball on the lip of the sink. I'm picking beans in the garden and suddenly see a green tennis ball rolling under the leaves toward me. Cut to the brown eyes at the end of the row.
.
It gets better. This morning as Lois finished her shower she noticed Darcy right outside the door. As soon as she slid it open Darcy placed the ball on the sliding door track and looked up :) Later as Lois was unloading the dishwasher she turned back from putting some glasses away and there was a ball resting innocently on the open dishwasher door.
I have a feeling I could bore for a few years to come. But the persistence of this canine sort of reminded of the parable of the pleading woman and the unrighteous judge. The value of persistence. Nothing worthwhile has ever accomplished by "almost" sticking with it long enough. Maybe the best example is the gambler who sticks with the game until his luck changes. OK, maybe not something to emulate, but hopefully you see what I think I mean.
God grant me the patience/persistence/perseverance/focus/single-mindedness to stick with/learn/do/stop doing, whatever it is that needs doing/holds me back/tears me or someone else down/builds up/prevents good.
Thursday, May 5, 2011
Tomorrow for the Office Potluck
Ingredients
Coconut Milk, 2 each 16 oz cans
Water, 3 cups
Cornstarch, 6 oz
Sugar, 1 cup
Instructions
1.
Mix 2 cups water with cornstarch. Set aside.
2.
Bring coconut milk, sugar and remaining water to a rolling boil on high heat.
3.
Pour cornstarch mixture into boiling coconut milk and cook till mixture thickens, blending with a whip.
4.
When mixture is smooth and thick pour into a clean baking tray.
5.
Cool to room temperature, then chill until cold.
6.
Cut into 1-inch squares.
What is it? Make it and if you are not from Hawaii you can message me and I'll spell it.
Coconut Milk, 2 each 16 oz cans
Water, 3 cups
Cornstarch, 6 oz
Sugar, 1 cup
Instructions
1.
Mix 2 cups water with cornstarch. Set aside.
2.
Bring coconut milk, sugar and remaining water to a rolling boil on high heat.
3.
Pour cornstarch mixture into boiling coconut milk and cook till mixture thickens, blending with a whip.
4.
When mixture is smooth and thick pour into a clean baking tray.
5.
Cool to room temperature, then chill until cold.
6.
Cut into 1-inch squares.
What is it? Make it and if you are not from Hawaii you can message me and I'll spell it.
Wednesday, May 4, 2011
Orange Surprise
I walked in the house and I smelled them before I saw them. You know how certain aromas take you back to somewhere in the past?
It was 1959. The orange trees in the grove behind our house were heavy with fruit. Every day the adventure was to squeeze between the posts of the fence and wander through the grove. There were many on the ground already, full of juice. Every one I picked up was delicious - somewhat different from the last. But the common traits - sweet, tart, aromatic, juice, seeds - burned somewhere into my first grader's mind. Those memories would never leave.
Enter Elizabeth Barrett Snooks. High school friend. I've seen her once or twice in the 40+ years since. Somewhat connected again on Facebook a year or so ago. The other day on her wall she was talking about picking fresh oranges outside her house. The flood of rememberences came back to me. I said how good that sounded.
The next day she messaged she would send me a box. AND SHE DID! WOW! Within a few days, fresh from the tree, still smelling tree ripened, full juiced, easy peeling, not painted-on-orange-colored, even a few little bug spots (just to show they were not store-perfect but the real thing), sweet with just the right tart oranges! Don't tell me you can't find heaven in Iowa.
The tasty morsels are half gone. My self imposed limit of two is adhered to. Or was on a couple of days. As the bottom of the package becomes more visible I think back on the kindness shown. Thank you for the oranges. But even more important. Something prompted Liz to do that. To make someone's day. I like that. Liz, you encourage me to make someone's day tomorrow. I will be on the lookout.
It was 1959. The orange trees in the grove behind our house were heavy with fruit. Every day the adventure was to squeeze between the posts of the fence and wander through the grove. There were many on the ground already, full of juice. Every one I picked up was delicious - somewhat different from the last. But the common traits - sweet, tart, aromatic, juice, seeds - burned somewhere into my first grader's mind. Those memories would never leave.
Enter Elizabeth Barrett Snooks. High school friend. I've seen her once or twice in the 40+ years since. Somewhat connected again on Facebook a year or so ago. The other day on her wall she was talking about picking fresh oranges outside her house. The flood of rememberences came back to me. I said how good that sounded.
The next day she messaged she would send me a box. AND SHE DID! WOW! Within a few days, fresh from the tree, still smelling tree ripened, full juiced, easy peeling, not painted-on-orange-colored, even a few little bug spots (just to show they were not store-perfect but the real thing), sweet with just the right tart oranges! Don't tell me you can't find heaven in Iowa.
The tasty morsels are half gone. My self imposed limit of two is adhered to. Or was on a couple of days. As the bottom of the package becomes more visible I think back on the kindness shown. Thank you for the oranges. But even more important. Something prompted Liz to do that. To make someone's day. I like that. Liz, you encourage me to make someone's day tomorrow. I will be on the lookout.
Sunday, April 24, 2011
Postponing the Inevitable - Getting Older
When the kids were young (younger) Easter Egg hunts were a highlight comparable to Christmas. As they got older they still liked the opportunity for sugar and the competition of finding the biggest and mostest. Even when they were in high school.
Since two of three are now out of the house (and the third only here because I keep hanging on) it seems a bit of a stretch to say I still have children. Now I have 3 adults.
Except on Easter. Because Angela is still here this week I imagined (at least in my mind) she would enjoy an Easter Egg hunt. So got the whole 9 yards. Picture proves it. When I'm farther removed from this nostalgia, I'll apologize to Angela for making her do this. Then broadcasting it. But for a few hours, I'll savor.
Since two of three are now out of the house (and the third only here because I keep hanging on) it seems a bit of a stretch to say I still have children. Now I have 3 adults.
Except on Easter. Because Angela is still here this week I imagined (at least in my mind) she would enjoy an Easter Egg hunt. So got the whole 9 yards. Picture proves it. When I'm farther removed from this nostalgia, I'll apologize to Angela for making her do this. Then broadcasting it. But for a few hours, I'll savor.
Thursday, April 21, 2011
What Next, Partner?
As I write these words my wife Lois is beginning a climb up the Sydney Harbor Bridge in Sydney, Australia. Really. How did that happen?
Let's see. She's been to Australia 3 times now (son and family are there, you know.) She has been to Uluru and snorkeled Great Barrier Reef. She has swam with dolphins and sting rays. She has ziplined, had her tires slashed and purse stolen while by herself in Costa Rica. She has cruised the Caribbean. Twice, east and west. She has been to Brazil. Hawaii three times, Florida many times for snorkeling and even parasailing. With our youngest moving to Peru, I'm sure she will have that on her passport within 6 months.
All that and she still enjoys playing on the floor with her kids and grandkids. And digging in the flowers. And finding the bargain no one else could believe.
Now the Bridge. Why? Because it is there. She is a dreamer, then a doer. She is as at home rock hopping in the river or harvesting blackberries in the wild patch as she is lounging on the couch doing her Sudoku. But if she thinks of a new "project," you can count on her working toward it.
The best part is, as we approach 35 years since either of us were unmarried, I know she will be back. I sure enjoy watching you in action.
Happy Anniversary, Angel. What a life you've given me!
Let's see. She's been to Australia 3 times now (son and family are there, you know.) She has been to Uluru and snorkeled Great Barrier Reef. She has swam with dolphins and sting rays. She has ziplined, had her tires slashed and purse stolen while by herself in Costa Rica. She has cruised the Caribbean. Twice, east and west. She has been to Brazil. Hawaii three times, Florida many times for snorkeling and even parasailing. With our youngest moving to Peru, I'm sure she will have that on her passport within 6 months.
All that and she still enjoys playing on the floor with her kids and grandkids. And digging in the flowers. And finding the bargain no one else could believe.
Now the Bridge. Why? Because it is there. She is a dreamer, then a doer. She is as at home rock hopping in the river or harvesting blackberries in the wild patch as she is lounging on the couch doing her Sudoku. But if she thinks of a new "project," you can count on her working toward it.
The best part is, as we approach 35 years since either of us were unmarried, I know she will be back. I sure enjoy watching you in action.
Happy Anniversary, Angel. What a life you've given me!
Friday, April 1, 2011
Remembering a Special Classmate
Today I read with sadness and shock of the passing of a special high school classmate. Violet Sagon Jones Medusky lost her battle with ALS. I'm surprised because I thought if there was ever anyone who would be the first to whip the enemy, PeeWee would be that one.
I was only around Violet for my high school and a couple of college years. She was older than me. By one day. I didn't let her forget it. She had the kind of personality I felt I already knew when I first met her. And now after not being around for 40 years I think I still know her. What a beautiful person, inside and out. A heart of gold. Thoughtful of others, kind, a real spark - I can't think of any way a person could be around her and not feel better just because of it.
Violet was always such an active person. In high school we had track meets on school picnic days. I remember the first time she entered races. Cute,I thought, but I hoped she wouldn't be embarrassed. She was so small and spindly. Wow! Could she move!
It took this horrid disease to slow her down. Besides the physical drain, I have to think the emotional drain of knowing she was so dependent on others do do everything for her must have been at lease equal in agony.
Seeing her pictures and posts, I like to think even if she lost this battle, she won the war. She fought with all the strength she had. I don't see someone who let the disease take away the parts of her that were the most endearing to all who knew her - her optimism, strength of character, caring for others.
Now comes the rest she couldn't have for the last few years. And sadness, not for her. She knows nothing. But sadness for those whose lives lost something Tuesday. Jan, kids, friends, my thoughts and prayers are with you. Somehow the world seems to have a little less energy.
I was only around Violet for my high school and a couple of college years. She was older than me. By one day. I didn't let her forget it. She had the kind of personality I felt I already knew when I first met her. And now after not being around for 40 years I think I still know her. What a beautiful person, inside and out. A heart of gold. Thoughtful of others, kind, a real spark - I can't think of any way a person could be around her and not feel better just because of it.
Violet was always such an active person. In high school we had track meets on school picnic days. I remember the first time she entered races. Cute,I thought, but I hoped she wouldn't be embarrassed. She was so small and spindly. Wow! Could she move!
It took this horrid disease to slow her down. Besides the physical drain, I have to think the emotional drain of knowing she was so dependent on others do do everything for her must have been at lease equal in agony.
Seeing her pictures and posts, I like to think even if she lost this battle, she won the war. She fought with all the strength she had. I don't see someone who let the disease take away the parts of her that were the most endearing to all who knew her - her optimism, strength of character, caring for others.
Now comes the rest she couldn't have for the last few years. And sadness, not for her. She knows nothing. But sadness for those whose lives lost something Tuesday. Jan, kids, friends, my thoughts and prayers are with you. Somehow the world seems to have a little less energy.
Saturday, February 19, 2011
Cruisin'
As I stepped onto the ramp leading to the boat I started to feel things change. I now see the division. The attitude WAS BC - Before Cruise. BC attitude is "think it out-what do we need to do next-what will this accomplish-who do I need to watch out for-plan it. I did not think much about the cruise before this moment. It was BC up to this moment - even to the point of trying to get to the boat on time, where to park, which line do we get into.
Now my attitude is AB - After Boarding. Once on the ramp, I had no agenda. Nothing to do next. Brain an empty page. Well, not quite.
I wanted to spend time on deck in a deck chair reading. I wanted to get up and walk every morning. I wanted to walk around the ship and figure out where things are. The only time deadline was 3 days away as we were going snorkeling.
My Anti Agenda: I didn't want to gamble. I didn't want to drink. I don't really like going to shows. Bingo just wasn't going to happen.
My Agenda: I was going to let people carry things for me. I was going to visit the food places when I felt like it. I was going to walk around when I felt like it. I was going to nap when I felt like it.
The only complicating factor was going to be Lois. She would want to go _____. She would want to do _____. I would need to watch out to make sure this was a memorable trip for her.
Turned out her plan was to make sure I accomplished my agenda. I wasn't going to go anywhere or do anything I didn't want to do. And she seemed to MEAN it!
Day of Embarking: Board the Carnival Ecstacy at 2:00. Find cabin (bags were already delivered.) Go find food. (accomplished - a Mongolian grill.) We start to walk around but the adventure is short-circuited by the announcement that we have to do an emergency drill - report to your muster station. For us that was the Blue Saphire Room. On signal, we are follow our assigned crew member to our assigned station and see a demonstration on how to put on your life jacket. And we're off, moving through the channel out of Galveston. Continuing on ship discovery. Oh, a library to read in. Figure out where all the shops are (which we won't shop in.) Find all the places to lean against the deck rail and look out over the water. Nap (yes, I meant it.) Go to the dining room for supper. Our's was the late seating at 8:15. We were paired with a nice couple from Dallas. He is an internist. Service is like the fanciest restaraunt we have ever visited (multiple forks, the table steward moves them around like deploying weapons to the correct location on the battlefield.) There were a lot of people dressed up for Valentine's day.
We went to our room and initiated our Valentine Olympics 2011. I had brought Yatzee, Skipbo, Phase 10, and Sorry Revenge (card game) and the official 2011 Olympics record book to record the scores for posterity. (Why? What did you think I meant by "valentine olympics?") I figured we could add miniture golf and or ping-pong if we wanted to. Tonight it was Yatzee, the early heat to eliminate all but the top two competitors. After one warm up game we went to sleep. So much for Olympics. Maybe we should have trained harder so we could stay up past 10P.
Day 1. Full day at sea. Up to the jogging track for 30 minutes of walking. Find breakfast (which of the three grills to go to.) Nap. (yes, I really meant it.) The next thing I remember was going and getting some nachos. Then sitting in a deck chair so I could say I did. More exploring. Nap. Then dress up for the formal dinner (you were encouraged to wear close toed shoes and sport jacket.) Afterwards we went to see a comedian for a little while. 11P found us asleep.
Day 2. Progresso, Mexico. We docked at 7A. I walked my 30 minutes. We found food. Finally we got off around 10:30. The boat docks at the end of a 2 mile long dock. A free shuttle took us into town. It was as "old Mexican town" as I would be comfortable in. Right off the dock are shops - rings, silver chains you can have made into bracelets or necklaces, tee shirts, cuban cigars, tequila and other liquors, trinkets, scarfs, statues, repeat. This area was definitely their attempt at capturing tourista $$. "Come see. Cheapest price. For you, almost free. Just let me have one Mexican minute. You don't have to buy, just look, we'll still be friends. Better price than my neighbor. Name a price. Come have a beer while you look."
There was a dirty beach off to one side and some more shop areas across the street. This looked more like local shopping. Some of the same trinkets, but also clothes, fruit and grocery shops, a larger open air meat market with various kinds of meat hanging (was that a skinned rabbit or dog?) Little grills making various local fare. If you sicken easily, I won't mention the smells of decaying . . . . Well, I just won't mention it.
We kept walking. Past some appliance stores, a pharmacia, watch and camera shops, and a bank. Hey, I can change some money so that guy who wouldn't take a $20 for a soda would be happier. It turns out the bank won't change currency. At least not that bank. A "friend" followed us out of the bank and told us about a place down the street. "It says 'Electra' and you go in and go way to the back." Uh, I'm not sure about that. We kept going past some more shops. Suddenly he is behind us saying "here it is." Well, it was a larger store selling big screen TV's, furniture, washing machines, boom boxes -- it looked large enough to probably be legitimate. We walked in, trying to interpret the prices, and went all the way to the back where it looked like they had a credit department and three bank-like cages. When it was our turn we moved up, handed her our $20, then had to show ID and fill out a form. I guess they don't want us laundering drug money or something. After receiving 223 pesos for $20US we knew the key. Bargain like you are paying US$$ then pay in pesos. It worked. We got the "best price" then paid in pesos. I guess we showed them. I hope they didn't lose too much money on us. We were just too sharp for them.
We started back to the boat. A girl came out from between two stores innocently asking, "Massage? $20 for 1 hour." After the fantasies went on by I urged Lois to go get one. Calm her headache. We walked up a street to what looked like a small broken storefront with no front. Or maybe it had been a seating area for the restaraunt that used to be next to it. There were 5 or 6 massage tables. Right out in the open. Two current customers were in various stages of undress on the tables - one male, one female adequately covered so as to be barely legal in most US cities. I guess it was just the idea. Lois apparently did not notice that and got on the table. I sat on the curb for a while then went walking to see what else there was nearby. I found an embroidered ribbon and had "Sofia" embroidered on it. When I got back Lois was, uh, uncovered, at least her back as they worked on it. When they were finished Lois valiantly met the challenge of replacing clothes right on the street, in the open storefront, right on the street, with a variety of sexes walking by, having massages, etc. She later commented on the "free" feeling. What is next? A nude beach? Oh, wait, that was on the Australia trip last time. (OK, suspense over. She visited, did not participate. But one by one the barriers keep coming down . . . )
We took our loot back to the boat in time for a 3PM departure. Snack, nap (seriously,) snack, and dining room supper. What shall we do? Karaoke? Lounge with piano bar? Lounge with disco and dancing? Vegas style floor show? Shopping? After spending about 10 minutes standing on the deck looking at the moon we went to bed. About 9:30. We are wild and crazy people.
Day 3. Cozumel. Woke up to the sounds of the thruster motors guiding the ship toward the dock. There was another ship - Radiance of the Sea already docked. I did my walking. Then we ate and left to get to our snorkeling excursion. We already knew this town would be more touristy.
The boat was an older catamaran. The crew were two young guys. It wasn't real well put together but we were on our way. Most of the time our snorkeling cruises have taken us out 45 minutes or an hour offshore. This one took us 30 minutes to get back toward our boat and about 100 yards off shore. After about 45 minutes they took us to another area, about 100 yards in another direction. There were fish and a few pieces of coral. It was fine. Lois may have a more descriptive recollection. You may want to ask her.
We took a taxi on into town. It was confirmed, they were quite ready for tourists. See Day 2, first part. Several new looking malls with many more stores with, well, again, see Day 2 first part. For several hours we did the requisite being shocked, dickering, walking away, coming back by, etc. Again, sadly for the Cozumel economy, there was a lot of noise but not much money left there. My one prized purchase was a small feather art" picture. A family with several members paint pictures - birds, fish, etc. on feathers. Some are one feather, some two, and some three. It was very nice. One of the few things that did not look was imported from China.
A taxi back to the boat, then nap, and an early supper. We decided against eating in the dining room any more. The food was good but it wasn't worth waiting until 8:15 to eat. Then I decided to mix things up. There was another barrier to break. I took Lois by an artist and encouraged her to get a tatoo - a dolphin. OK, maybe it isn't really a tatoo, but it sounds really wild if I say it that way. And since I don't do wild and she does, she was elected. It will be on her arm for a few days.
We spent the evening on the fantail watching the sun go down and the beautiful full moon come up. The Radiance was in sight but was headed to Tampa. So we watched it grow smaller and smaller. Then it was back to the room for several rounds of competition in the Olympics. In the spirit of good international relations, each country (Malia and Femalia) won a game. Then we called a truce and went to bed.
Day 4 at Sea. After walking, Lois had paid for me to go on an excusion - a special tour of the ship. We toured the entertainment centers, the galley, crew quarters, engine room, and bridge. It concluded meeting the captain. Some of the important points:
- We use about 95,000 gallons of fuel for this kind of 5 day trip. The engineer writes a check for $500,000. They actually use about 5 times as much water.
- Training to work on the ship is 2-5 months to do simple housekeeping, galley, or waitstaff type jobs. Workers sign 6-9 month contracts, work 6 days a week for 6-10 hours a day (depending on the day) and often the work is 4 hours, off for a few hours then on again. Most staff are from Europe or the far east. Our cabin steward is from the Phillipines. He has been doing this 15 years and has about 2 more to go before he retires. He has a family there and is proud that this job will allow his kids to go to college. There is nothing else back home like that for him. But he only gets home a couple of times a year.
- Everything that comes on has a particular way to go off. Very little gets dumped without sorting, processing, treating, wrapping or something. Food garbage have to go off in the same port they came on at. Food that has been set out never gets taken back - it is tossed. I went by large 4X4X4 bundles of waste all labeled according to how they were to be off loaded.
- The "Las Vegas" type show costs about $6-8M to develop. It stays around for years.
- There are 6 diesel engines that run 4 generators - A total of 28 Megawats of electricity. Of course a significant share of that runs all the electric needs of the ship. The ship is propelled by two large electric motors and propellers. And there are 6 thruster motors and propellers, 3 on each side. These manuver the ship in harbors. The can make the ship to a 180 in place so they no longer need a tug to guide move. Usually there are only 4 engines going at a time. One is currently being overhauled in place on the ship.
- Crew stay on the lower two decks. They have 5 dining rooms of their own. Only certain of them are allowed on guest decks. Most of them do not make shore either at the originating port or any of the ports of call. Those are busy times for cleaning, restocking, etc.
- If we had to stop immediately (crash stop) it would take 10 minutes to come to a complete stop from the 18 mph we travel. That information will come in useful later.
After my tour it was eat, nap, and walk around and read on deck. Again we watched the sun go down and the moon come up. Since it was our last night we walked around some more. We had to get packed and have our luggage outside our room by Midnight to be taken off the ship when we arrive tomorrow morning. We made it. With time to spare.
Day of Debarking: I woke up at 6:30 and took a shower. I figured since I had taken the tour I could go help the captain bring the boat to dock. There was still time to go for my walk. But I noticed we had the thrusters going (they are kind of right under us) so we must be coming in early (8A planned arrival time.) I went up to do my walking. Then I noticed we had stopped. So that was what all that noise was - reversed propellers. But there was no pier apparent. Hmm. Maybe we had made a wrong turn and were stopped asking for directions. It turns out the fog was so thick Galveston closed their harbor. It had actually been closed for two days. The pilot would not come out to guide us in. So we were at a dead stop about an hour from port. Luggage was off stacked and ready for offloading. People with airline connections to make, crews needing to clean, restock, etc. for the next cruise which was scheduled to leave 8 hours after our planned arrival, all questioning the future. The cruise line left the food grills open and scrambled to put together entertainment and games. It is now 1:30. We are still waiting for the fog to lift. We have eaten, I have recorded my memoirs here, we are lounging on the back deck to get away from the "entertainment", and I suppose we should be enjoying the extension of our trip. Well, I guess maybe I am. I feel bad for a number of people around me, but we are chillin'.
It is now 7:30 PM. They have announced we will be spending the night. I understand the port closes at 5 anyway. So we aren't going in, fog or not.
Rumors abound. I have heard the fog will not clear out for at least two days and 4 days. There is another cruise ship about two miles away that has been waiting since Thursday. There was a party who was supposed to board for the outgoing cruise who was getting married tonight. Hotels in Galveston are full, now there are 2,000 people needing rooms.
So though I am posting this right now, there will be updates coming.
Now my attitude is AB - After Boarding. Once on the ramp, I had no agenda. Nothing to do next. Brain an empty page. Well, not quite.
I wanted to spend time on deck in a deck chair reading. I wanted to get up and walk every morning. I wanted to walk around the ship and figure out where things are. The only time deadline was 3 days away as we were going snorkeling.
My Anti Agenda: I didn't want to gamble. I didn't want to drink. I don't really like going to shows. Bingo just wasn't going to happen.
My Agenda: I was going to let people carry things for me. I was going to visit the food places when I felt like it. I was going to walk around when I felt like it. I was going to nap when I felt like it.
The only complicating factor was going to be Lois. She would want to go _____. She would want to do _____. I would need to watch out to make sure this was a memorable trip for her.
Turned out her plan was to make sure I accomplished my agenda. I wasn't going to go anywhere or do anything I didn't want to do. And she seemed to MEAN it!
Day of Embarking: Board the Carnival Ecstacy at 2:00. Find cabin (bags were already delivered.) Go find food. (accomplished - a Mongolian grill.) We start to walk around but the adventure is short-circuited by the announcement that we have to do an emergency drill - report to your muster station. For us that was the Blue Saphire Room. On signal, we are follow our assigned crew member to our assigned station and see a demonstration on how to put on your life jacket. And we're off, moving through the channel out of Galveston. Continuing on ship discovery. Oh, a library to read in. Figure out where all the shops are (which we won't shop in.) Find all the places to lean against the deck rail and look out over the water. Nap (yes, I meant it.) Go to the dining room for supper. Our's was the late seating at 8:15. We were paired with a nice couple from Dallas. He is an internist. Service is like the fanciest restaraunt we have ever visited (multiple forks, the table steward moves them around like deploying weapons to the correct location on the battlefield.) There were a lot of people dressed up for Valentine's day.
We went to our room and initiated our Valentine Olympics 2011. I had brought Yatzee, Skipbo, Phase 10, and Sorry Revenge (card game) and the official 2011 Olympics record book to record the scores for posterity. (Why? What did you think I meant by "valentine olympics?") I figured we could add miniture golf and or ping-pong if we wanted to. Tonight it was Yatzee, the early heat to eliminate all but the top two competitors. After one warm up game we went to sleep. So much for Olympics. Maybe we should have trained harder so we could stay up past 10P.
Day 1. Full day at sea. Up to the jogging track for 30 minutes of walking. Find breakfast (which of the three grills to go to.) Nap. (yes, I really meant it.) The next thing I remember was going and getting some nachos. Then sitting in a deck chair so I could say I did. More exploring. Nap. Then dress up for the formal dinner (you were encouraged to wear close toed shoes and sport jacket.) Afterwards we went to see a comedian for a little while. 11P found us asleep.
Day 2. Progresso, Mexico. We docked at 7A. I walked my 30 minutes. We found food. Finally we got off around 10:30. The boat docks at the end of a 2 mile long dock. A free shuttle took us into town. It was as "old Mexican town" as I would be comfortable in. Right off the dock are shops - rings, silver chains you can have made into bracelets or necklaces, tee shirts, cuban cigars, tequila and other liquors, trinkets, scarfs, statues, repeat. This area was definitely their attempt at capturing tourista $$. "Come see. Cheapest price. For you, almost free. Just let me have one Mexican minute. You don't have to buy, just look, we'll still be friends. Better price than my neighbor. Name a price. Come have a beer while you look."
There was a dirty beach off to one side and some more shop areas across the street. This looked more like local shopping. Some of the same trinkets, but also clothes, fruit and grocery shops, a larger open air meat market with various kinds of meat hanging (was that a skinned rabbit or dog?) Little grills making various local fare. If you sicken easily, I won't mention the smells of decaying . . . . Well, I just won't mention it.
We kept walking. Past some appliance stores, a pharmacia, watch and camera shops, and a bank. Hey, I can change some money so that guy who wouldn't take a $20 for a soda would be happier. It turns out the bank won't change currency. At least not that bank. A "friend" followed us out of the bank and told us about a place down the street. "It says 'Electra' and you go in and go way to the back." Uh, I'm not sure about that. We kept going past some more shops. Suddenly he is behind us saying "here it is." Well, it was a larger store selling big screen TV's, furniture, washing machines, boom boxes -- it looked large enough to probably be legitimate. We walked in, trying to interpret the prices, and went all the way to the back where it looked like they had a credit department and three bank-like cages. When it was our turn we moved up, handed her our $20, then had to show ID and fill out a form. I guess they don't want us laundering drug money or something. After receiving 223 pesos for $20US we knew the key. Bargain like you are paying US$$ then pay in pesos. It worked. We got the "best price" then paid in pesos. I guess we showed them. I hope they didn't lose too much money on us. We were just too sharp for them.
We started back to the boat. A girl came out from between two stores innocently asking, "Massage? $20 for 1 hour." After the fantasies went on by I urged Lois to go get one. Calm her headache. We walked up a street to what looked like a small broken storefront with no front. Or maybe it had been a seating area for the restaraunt that used to be next to it. There were 5 or 6 massage tables. Right out in the open. Two current customers were in various stages of undress on the tables - one male, one female adequately covered so as to be barely legal in most US cities. I guess it was just the idea. Lois apparently did not notice that and got on the table. I sat on the curb for a while then went walking to see what else there was nearby. I found an embroidered ribbon and had "Sofia" embroidered on it. When I got back Lois was, uh, uncovered, at least her back as they worked on it. When they were finished Lois valiantly met the challenge of replacing clothes right on the street, in the open storefront, right on the street, with a variety of sexes walking by, having massages, etc. She later commented on the "free" feeling. What is next? A nude beach? Oh, wait, that was on the Australia trip last time. (OK, suspense over. She visited, did not participate. But one by one the barriers keep coming down . . . )
We took our loot back to the boat in time for a 3PM departure. Snack, nap (seriously,) snack, and dining room supper. What shall we do? Karaoke? Lounge with piano bar? Lounge with disco and dancing? Vegas style floor show? Shopping? After spending about 10 minutes standing on the deck looking at the moon we went to bed. About 9:30. We are wild and crazy people.
Day 3. Cozumel. Woke up to the sounds of the thruster motors guiding the ship toward the dock. There was another ship - Radiance of the Sea already docked. I did my walking. Then we ate and left to get to our snorkeling excursion. We already knew this town would be more touristy.
The boat was an older catamaran. The crew were two young guys. It wasn't real well put together but we were on our way. Most of the time our snorkeling cruises have taken us out 45 minutes or an hour offshore. This one took us 30 minutes to get back toward our boat and about 100 yards off shore. After about 45 minutes they took us to another area, about 100 yards in another direction. There were fish and a few pieces of coral. It was fine. Lois may have a more descriptive recollection. You may want to ask her.
We took a taxi on into town. It was confirmed, they were quite ready for tourists. See Day 2, first part. Several new looking malls with many more stores with, well, again, see Day 2 first part. For several hours we did the requisite being shocked, dickering, walking away, coming back by, etc. Again, sadly for the Cozumel economy, there was a lot of noise but not much money left there. My one prized purchase was a small feather art" picture. A family with several members paint pictures - birds, fish, etc. on feathers. Some are one feather, some two, and some three. It was very nice. One of the few things that did not look was imported from China.
A taxi back to the boat, then nap, and an early supper. We decided against eating in the dining room any more. The food was good but it wasn't worth waiting until 8:15 to eat. Then I decided to mix things up. There was another barrier to break. I took Lois by an artist and encouraged her to get a tatoo - a dolphin. OK, maybe it isn't really a tatoo, but it sounds really wild if I say it that way. And since I don't do wild and she does, she was elected. It will be on her arm for a few days.
We spent the evening on the fantail watching the sun go down and the beautiful full moon come up. The Radiance was in sight but was headed to Tampa. So we watched it grow smaller and smaller. Then it was back to the room for several rounds of competition in the Olympics. In the spirit of good international relations, each country (Malia and Femalia) won a game. Then we called a truce and went to bed.
Day 4 at Sea. After walking, Lois had paid for me to go on an excusion - a special tour of the ship. We toured the entertainment centers, the galley, crew quarters, engine room, and bridge. It concluded meeting the captain. Some of the important points:
- We use about 95,000 gallons of fuel for this kind of 5 day trip. The engineer writes a check for $500,000. They actually use about 5 times as much water.
- Training to work on the ship is 2-5 months to do simple housekeeping, galley, or waitstaff type jobs. Workers sign 6-9 month contracts, work 6 days a week for 6-10 hours a day (depending on the day) and often the work is 4 hours, off for a few hours then on again. Most staff are from Europe or the far east. Our cabin steward is from the Phillipines. He has been doing this 15 years and has about 2 more to go before he retires. He has a family there and is proud that this job will allow his kids to go to college. There is nothing else back home like that for him. But he only gets home a couple of times a year.
- Everything that comes on has a particular way to go off. Very little gets dumped without sorting, processing, treating, wrapping or something. Food garbage have to go off in the same port they came on at. Food that has been set out never gets taken back - it is tossed. I went by large 4X4X4 bundles of waste all labeled according to how they were to be off loaded.
- The "Las Vegas" type show costs about $6-8M to develop. It stays around for years.
- There are 6 diesel engines that run 4 generators - A total of 28 Megawats of electricity. Of course a significant share of that runs all the electric needs of the ship. The ship is propelled by two large electric motors and propellers. And there are 6 thruster motors and propellers, 3 on each side. These manuver the ship in harbors. The can make the ship to a 180 in place so they no longer need a tug to guide move. Usually there are only 4 engines going at a time. One is currently being overhauled in place on the ship.
- Crew stay on the lower two decks. They have 5 dining rooms of their own. Only certain of them are allowed on guest decks. Most of them do not make shore either at the originating port or any of the ports of call. Those are busy times for cleaning, restocking, etc.
- If we had to stop immediately (crash stop) it would take 10 minutes to come to a complete stop from the 18 mph we travel. That information will come in useful later.
After my tour it was eat, nap, and walk around and read on deck. Again we watched the sun go down and the moon come up. Since it was our last night we walked around some more. We had to get packed and have our luggage outside our room by Midnight to be taken off the ship when we arrive tomorrow morning. We made it. With time to spare.
Day of Debarking: I woke up at 6:30 and took a shower. I figured since I had taken the tour I could go help the captain bring the boat to dock. There was still time to go for my walk. But I noticed we had the thrusters going (they are kind of right under us) so we must be coming in early (8A planned arrival time.) I went up to do my walking. Then I noticed we had stopped. So that was what all that noise was - reversed propellers. But there was no pier apparent. Hmm. Maybe we had made a wrong turn and were stopped asking for directions. It turns out the fog was so thick Galveston closed their harbor. It had actually been closed for two days. The pilot would not come out to guide us in. So we were at a dead stop about an hour from port. Luggage was off stacked and ready for offloading. People with airline connections to make, crews needing to clean, restock, etc. for the next cruise which was scheduled to leave 8 hours after our planned arrival, all questioning the future. The cruise line left the food grills open and scrambled to put together entertainment and games. It is now 1:30. We are still waiting for the fog to lift. We have eaten, I have recorded my memoirs here, we are lounging on the back deck to get away from the "entertainment", and I suppose we should be enjoying the extension of our trip. Well, I guess maybe I am. I feel bad for a number of people around me, but we are chillin'.
It is now 7:30 PM. They have announced we will be spending the night. I understand the port closes at 5 anyway. So we aren't going in, fog or not.
Rumors abound. I have heard the fog will not clear out for at least two days and 4 days. There is another cruise ship about two miles away that has been waiting since Thursday. There was a party who was supposed to board for the outgoing cruise who was getting married tonight. Hotels in Galveston are full, now there are 2,000 people needing rooms.
So though I am posting this right now, there will be updates coming.
Sunday, July 25, 2010
Uncle Ed and Life's Purposes
From the time I can first remember, Uncle Ed has been part of my consciousness. At family reunions he always makes the "there's nothing to do" into something fun - a game, going to get A&W or watermelon, figuring out where to put the firecrackers for the biggest effect, telling jokes or stories of when he was young. Count on it.
Aunt Norma is always around for support. I remember being anxious for the girls to arrive because it was going to be much more fun at the reunion. But I think Uncle Ed filled the role of "lead kid." Even as he matures and the big family reunions are relegated to the past, he remains "lead kid." During my visit in April 2010 he continued to recall stories of his growing up and could share them as if they were yesterday the way he had many times before - suspected embellishments and all.
As his health now fails and the likelihood of future Owens family reunions, at least the way I remember them, grows dim, I think back on my recollections (and a few I could not remember as I wasn't born yet) of Uncle Ed and his family legacy.
A while back I was challenged to reduce what I thought of as my "mission" or "purpose" to a sentence. I came up with "it is my purpose to leave people around me a little better off than they were before I was there." I don't see it as a requirement that I make their life worth living or make a huge impression. I feel it is a little thing at a time for whoever I am around. Shortly after that I realized I had taken the idea from Uncle Ed's influence on my life. Nothing earthshaking - just every time I was around him I felt things were a little better. I think he must have struck many people that way.
As I work through life - first its our job to make the grownups proud, then to learn things, then to become independent, then have kids who make us proud, then become independent again, then fulfill all life dreams if we have any money left - I have thought about what I will leave when I can't move around any more. I can't think of anything better than for people to say "he reminds me of Edward Owen."
Aunt Norma is always around for support. I remember being anxious for the girls to arrive because it was going to be much more fun at the reunion. But I think Uncle Ed filled the role of "lead kid." Even as he matures and the big family reunions are relegated to the past, he remains "lead kid." During my visit in April 2010 he continued to recall stories of his growing up and could share them as if they were yesterday the way he had many times before - suspected embellishments and all.
As his health now fails and the likelihood of future Owens family reunions, at least the way I remember them, grows dim, I think back on my recollections (and a few I could not remember as I wasn't born yet) of Uncle Ed and his family legacy.
A while back I was challenged to reduce what I thought of as my "mission" or "purpose" to a sentence. I came up with "it is my purpose to leave people around me a little better off than they were before I was there." I don't see it as a requirement that I make their life worth living or make a huge impression. I feel it is a little thing at a time for whoever I am around. Shortly after that I realized I had taken the idea from Uncle Ed's influence on my life. Nothing earthshaking - just every time I was around him I felt things were a little better. I think he must have struck many people that way.
As I work through life - first its our job to make the grownups proud, then to learn things, then to become independent, then have kids who make us proud, then become independent again, then fulfill all life dreams if we have any money left - I have thought about what I will leave when I can't move around any more. I can't think of anything better than for people to say "he reminds me of Edward Owen."
Friday, April 2, 2010
On Life and Purpose
Every now and then it is good to soar way up and get the 50,000 ft. view of your life. And for me it doesn't come automatically. It is easy to stay on the ground and keep busy with things in close proximity and miss living life on purpose. It is like being on a road but not knowing where it leads. Therefore I don't really know when I get there or where I am when I arrive. It becomes a "what does it matter" life.
But it wasn't alway so. When I was young I had Purpose and Purpose had me. Maybe it easier to have when we are young. Nothing has knocked us off our game yet.
Purpose and I thought a lot together. Lots of people thought we looked good together. It was synergy - Purpose energized me and I made Purpose larger. Win-win. We were going places. We both loved and valued each other.
Then along came Responsibility. It seduced me with the intensity of being out of control. Purpose was neglected and faded away. Responsibility began to dictate where we went, what we did. At some point Responsibility began to define my life. It narrowed my thinking and my value to "have to's" rather than "I choose to." Settling for being needed rather than being valued.
I want to find Purpose again. Let's see. It was rather big. We used to be close, back when I was young enough to think I knew it well.
If you see my Purpose, can you let it know I miss it? Tell it I'm sorry I haven't kept up. We should get together. For old times sake.
But it wasn't alway so. When I was young I had Purpose and Purpose had me. Maybe it easier to have when we are young. Nothing has knocked us off our game yet.
Purpose and I thought a lot together. Lots of people thought we looked good together. It was synergy - Purpose energized me and I made Purpose larger. Win-win. We were going places. We both loved and valued each other.
Then along came Responsibility. It seduced me with the intensity of being out of control. Purpose was neglected and faded away. Responsibility began to dictate where we went, what we did. At some point Responsibility began to define my life. It narrowed my thinking and my value to "have to's" rather than "I choose to." Settling for being needed rather than being valued.
I want to find Purpose again. Let's see. It was rather big. We used to be close, back when I was young enough to think I knew it well.
If you see my Purpose, can you let it know I miss it? Tell it I'm sorry I haven't kept up. We should get together. For old times sake.
Saturday, March 20, 2010
The Best Gets Better
I've always loved being married, having my family, watching the kids change and grow. Even my wife has developed in so many ways that make me smile and feel warm inside.
Then comes the time when the kids are gone - not from the heart, but from the house. It's now me an' her. What is going to happen? So much of our lives centered around the kids, and for good reason. No regrets there. But when they aren't around, what will we have in common? What will we do? Will she be able to stand me?
For sure, I'm not the most exciting person to be around. She dreams of sky-diving, snorkeling, traveling to exotic places. I'd like to set up a home network, drive route 66 slowly, sit in the middle of the Mojave desert 40 miles from the nearest road and just listen to the quiet.
Last night, we were talking about some things. Really talking. What she said changed my world. She said she really liked being with me. She thought I was smart. She liked hearing me talk about my life and dreams. She really wanted me to be happy.
It isn't that she hasn't said things like that before. I just took them as what you say when you are in a relationship. In dealing with our responsibilities we had become more like business partners. But I heard the words differently last night, maybe coming on the heels of some of the fears of "what will happen now." It changed my paradigm. I think she meant it. The best life I could have imagined just got better.
I'm guessing the hard parts will still be there. But when my partner of 34 years reassures me it won't all stop, it will continue to grow, I feel like nothing can stop us from soaring - whatever that will mean.
So, it's off to the races. Catch you on the flip side.
Then comes the time when the kids are gone - not from the heart, but from the house. It's now me an' her. What is going to happen? So much of our lives centered around the kids, and for good reason. No regrets there. But when they aren't around, what will we have in common? What will we do? Will she be able to stand me?
For sure, I'm not the most exciting person to be around. She dreams of sky-diving, snorkeling, traveling to exotic places. I'd like to set up a home network, drive route 66 slowly, sit in the middle of the Mojave desert 40 miles from the nearest road and just listen to the quiet.
Last night, we were talking about some things. Really talking. What she said changed my world. She said she really liked being with me. She thought I was smart. She liked hearing me talk about my life and dreams. She really wanted me to be happy.
It isn't that she hasn't said things like that before. I just took them as what you say when you are in a relationship. In dealing with our responsibilities we had become more like business partners. But I heard the words differently last night, maybe coming on the heels of some of the fears of "what will happen now." It changed my paradigm. I think she meant it. The best life I could have imagined just got better.
I'm guessing the hard parts will still be there. But when my partner of 34 years reassures me it won't all stop, it will continue to grow, I feel like nothing can stop us from soaring - whatever that will mean.
So, it's off to the races. Catch you on the flip side.
Thursday, March 4, 2010
The Truman Show Theology
I watched The Truman Show a few years ago. It didn't make a huge impression on me though I thought it was kind of cute. It didn't seem to be realistic. Duh.
I watched it again on TV a few weeks ago and it fascinated me. So I bought it and have watched it six or seven times in the last week. I don't pretend to know if a meaning was intended by the author or the producers. I haven't read up on that. But the whole idea spawned a number of theological observations - probably obvious to most, but "insights" to me.
SPOILER ALERT: IF YOU HAVEN'T SEEN THE MOVIE GO WATCH IT SEVERAL TIMES BEFORE PROCEEDING - FOCUS ON THE LAST 10 MINUTES OR SO.
Free will versus God's will. How can we claim God's will is being done in the world without the acknowledging that means He controls things, at least when He wants to? How can I be "free" if at any time He can reach in and make happen what He wants to happen. As when the Creator discusses how they had to contrive things to keep Truman on the island.
This issue strikes at the center of my (obviously limited) understanding of the Theistic and Deistic worldviews. Theism says (among other things) that God created and is involved. Deism says God created and then left things to carry on to natural consequences.
In that respect, Truman did not seem to have free will as long as he was totally ignorant of his world. His situation was controlled, unlike a deist view of natural consequences. He moved to free will by breaking away, fooling the Creator. The implication is that he "grew up." Much as the serpent said to Eve "you will be like gods."
But the direction of the movie has a person rooting for Truman to "escape." That is contrary to traditional Christian views but shown to be the better way. To carry it the direction a Christian would go, Truman should have stopped, realized the Creator was providing him his best life and stayed in his little town - adoring the Creator for having given him so much.
So, we are given free will and then our best decision is to not use it? OK, sometimes I overthink.
I watched it again on TV a few weeks ago and it fascinated me. So I bought it and have watched it six or seven times in the last week. I don't pretend to know if a meaning was intended by the author or the producers. I haven't read up on that. But the whole idea spawned a number of theological observations - probably obvious to most, but "insights" to me.
SPOILER ALERT: IF YOU HAVEN'T SEEN THE MOVIE GO WATCH IT SEVERAL TIMES BEFORE PROCEEDING - FOCUS ON THE LAST 10 MINUTES OR SO.
Free will versus God's will. How can we claim God's will is being done in the world without the acknowledging that means He controls things, at least when He wants to? How can I be "free" if at any time He can reach in and make happen what He wants to happen. As when the Creator discusses how they had to contrive things to keep Truman on the island.
This issue strikes at the center of my (obviously limited) understanding of the Theistic and Deistic worldviews. Theism says (among other things) that God created and is involved. Deism says God created and then left things to carry on to natural consequences.
In that respect, Truman did not seem to have free will as long as he was totally ignorant of his world. His situation was controlled, unlike a deist view of natural consequences. He moved to free will by breaking away, fooling the Creator. The implication is that he "grew up." Much as the serpent said to Eve "you will be like gods."
But the direction of the movie has a person rooting for Truman to "escape." That is contrary to traditional Christian views but shown to be the better way. To carry it the direction a Christian would go, Truman should have stopped, realized the Creator was providing him his best life and stayed in his little town - adoring the Creator for having given him so much.
So, we are given free will and then our best decision is to not use it? OK, sometimes I overthink.
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