Just a few short weeks

1400 miles touring Oregon, mostly east side, lots of good stuff at work, and a new niece . . . the daughter of my oldest brother. We lost track of her for about 30 years (family drama, yep, you betcha). Sadly, my my brother died in mid-June. I’ve been trying to gather pictures and family tree (thanks cousin!) and I’m looking forward to meeting her this weekend. We’ll see.

Another friend is moving to Portland, and I’ve finished my volunteer obligations at church. Feels good to be free of the obligation and the worry of having to deal with surprises related to the community.

I”m also checking out the finances of retirement . . . seems a shame to work if I don’t have to. Someone else might really LIKE my job!

Heatwave coming. Happy Summer!

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All those places you’ve driven past and not stopped

Add Brietenbush retreat center and the spot where the Metolius river bursts forth from the hillside. I know I saw the river as a kid, but never did go up the road from Hwy 20 to Brietenbush. We couldn’t even walk around the grounds today, because they were so full. Yes you can drive from Airport Way to Estacada to Sisters on back roads. It has been beautiful. Sun and rain and big old ponderosa pines. Saw the B&B complex fire interpretive station — man that was a huge fire. Then tonight walking back from dinner in Sisters, the N. Sister summit was visible with a blanket of clouds all around like a kid with a comforter. Good to get out of the narrow confines of church, work, home, and see some new country.

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The 36th Board Meeting

It is Earth Day today, with all the promise of spring and the summer to come.  Do you plan ahead for trips and activities? Or do you prefer going with the spur-of-the-moment possibilities and staying flexible? I do a combination, and it keeps me from staying home all the time. I like to have something to look forward to. And I like being spontaneous. There’s a satisfaction to taking advantage of circumstances to experience something different.IMG_4011

It was a spontaneous circumstance that happened to me about three years ago. Three men asked me to come to the minister’s office because they had a question for me. Would I be willing to serve as President of the Church Board?

Of course, I was flattered. It’s a very visible role. And I was wary. I told the Rev. that he couldn’t retire on my 2-year term and he agreed. And so began the adventure of the last three years.

Right off the bat, our administrator resigned. She was moving downtown to serve as a full time administrator for the larger church. One lady stepped up to help in the office, and later another administrator came on board.

Then, in August, just before the beginning of our church year, our Director of Religious Education (DRE) resigned for personal reasons. We wished her well, and scrambled to find our Acting DRE to launch the fall season and begin the search for a DRE. Our new DRE was seated the following May

in Juneau AK

St. Nikolas Orthodox Church in Juneau, AK

There was Calling our Minister and Installing our Minister – that was a real treat for the congregation and the minister. Seeing all those robed ministers processing around our tiny church really added dignity to our festive occasion.

There was revising the by-laws. Fifteen minutes of every board meeting until it got done.

One year ago, the nominating committee was struggling to find a willing candidate for the president’s position on the board. Right about then, the minister announced his retirement. I offered to serve another year. It would mean finding an Interim Minister, and managing all the occasions of celebration and loss that go with saying goodbye to our friend and locksmith.

Then, late last summer, an alternative high school needed space in East County to start their program for two local school districts. They rented the entire facility; house, parking lot, main building, and basketball hoop. It was our first venture as a landlord, and it didn’t turn out bad at all. A lady who is still a member, still pledges, and never comes to service, was the link that brought the alternative high school to us. Another school district has followed, and rents the house 4 days a week.

And the 179th Avenue house: Now the Warren James House. To buy or not to buy, that was the question. Even as our budget was clearly a reality check, buying the house was a leap of faith into the future. How else do we learn to fly?

St. Nickolas Orthodox Church in Juneau, AK

St. Nickolas Orthodox Church in Juneau, AK

So, I thought the church ship was in for smooth sailing with the arrival of our Interim minister. Close. Except that the part-time office administrator accidentally

found a full-time job with benefits, and of course we wish her well. Hiring another administrator was a good process with a good candidate. . . who also found a full-time job with benefits and turned us down. It must have been fate, because we found a third candidate, and she is doing a great job for us.

May 8th will be my 36th and last board meeting as President. May 22 will be the last congregational meeting (an evening, dessert pot-luck meeting, just for fun). New leaders will be serving on the board, and many changes are afoot. Some projects still need work, and some are cruising right along on autopilot. There is a lot of excitement as people step up to help in areas that may be unfamiliar to them. It’s our love for each other and our affection for this little church that makes this little ship sail along smoothly. I’m grateful to be part of the adventure. I hope the leadership continues to have fun and enjoy the accomplishments as they come along. I’ll be cheering from the sidelines for awhile.

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technology is a dark mistress

Following the Bremerton Ferry, July 2012

Following the Bremerton Ferry, July 2012

When it works, it is completely seamless and almost invisible. We take it for granted. But when it fails, or even just hiccups, well, the world as we know it comes to an end. I don’t think my technology provider is unique in having to deal with customers who don’t know the difference between pulling a battery and a reset. And it is interesting to hear that a cell phone that is 2 years and 3 months from being new is “out of date.” So features that are handy to have and no longer work are now optional. Hmmmm.And, NO, I’m not going to a WIFI hotspot to use the internet to pay my bills. And NO, I’ll key in the password to my internet access point myself thank you. I’m not going to tell you what it is while you run tests on the devices. Even though I get frustrated with the technician, I know that the company has to balance giving away the product with making a profit. It would be interesting if internet and cell providers moved to a model described in the book, “Raving Fans.” Would I pay Nordstrom premium prices for that kind of service? Interesting thought.
So the sun is out, the breeze is delightful and instead of posting I’m going to work in the yard. What a joy. Hope spring is shedding delightful breezes and warm rays in your vicinity, too.

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one sad slug-chewed snowdrop

It’s almost too sad to even mention and if you don’t look closely you’d never see that one tiny snowdrop near my front door. The air smells warmer and there’s a flowering prune tree in my neighborhood. The daffodils at work are still very short though. Some years they are in full bloom by the first of March. Not this year. And snow at 1000 feet forecast for Friday night/Saturday morning. These nudges of spring help me feel more alive and more active — definitely coming out of a mental hibernation and fog. The bare branches of the maple tree make black veins against the pre-dawn colored sky in the morning when I go out to get the paper. Recently there was a crescent moon added to the tableau. It is moments like that where I can notice the natural world and feel connected, even as my work and volunteer activities continue at a fevered pitch. One of my friends offered smooth boating after this whitewater ride — she included a meal and a glass of wine and a celebration at that future idyll. My grandmother used to say, “Where there’s life, there’s hope.” Yep. There is.

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