And of course there’s much to do for fun and much to do for tradition. I’ll be posting slides of my travels to Northern Europe in September. And perhaps I can round up my pictures from two trips to Hawaii — one last year and one in about 2014? Plus the new dog, outings with Will, and the ever present involvement with Eastrose UU. You can see their website at eastrose.org and enjoy the fruits of my labors there. Yes, Amateur with a capital A, I know.
Yep, a long time.
So much has happened. The biggest is the arrival of a guy named Will in my life, and then the dog Lucy. Combining households, camping, traveling to Africa again, and working as a volunteer at my church implementing the PowerChurch accounting system and entering 2015 and 2016 data.
Goals *+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+*+
1: make a market link on this website so you can see and buy the jewelry and art that I’ve got in my collection.
2: To make links to the groups I am part of now — Oregon Power and Light, Lyceum of Trees, Eastrose, and Nadaka Park.
3: To become adept at word press while I assist Eastrose in updating and keeping their website current.
4: CAMPING in my new Tin Tent! 
We have so much: public schools financed by tax money, roads with bike lanes, clean air, extremely clean and tasty water out of the tap and electricity at the flip of a switch.Sewer systems and flushing toilets.Hot water from the tap and hot showers. Neighbors we can trust. Relatively smooth highways without bandits or land mines.How about air conditioning? So try to understand a city school that uses unexpected money to buy chalk. Just chalk.
The original plan was to send some money to Timbuktu to help the school buy books — whatever books the professors thought would best serve what they need to teach. Buy the books locally, keep them in the library for long-term benefit.
In no way could I imagine a school so poor that the most urgent need was for chalk.
UPDATE June 23: I’m still processing the chalk instead of books feelings. Part of our sales pitch was that the books would be in the library for long term use, and chalk is a consumable supply item. I struggle with how my own ego was tied to the long term use of our gifts, yet I remain committed to local control and freely given gifts.
As I understand it, Mali has public schools but they are locally financed — in good times a system that pretty much works. Parents have to pay for their children to attend public school with a monthly or weekly tuition. So far so good. Until there are no jobs, no government support, and no tourist spending.
Timbuktu continues to struggle from the unrest in northern Mali. It means that people flee the town for safety. One estimate is that an additional 50,000 people fled the economic and political threats in northern Mali — just in May, 2015.The tourist trade, a decades-long pipeline of money into the region, has tanked.
Another report explains that the local village markets only have the village’s own goods for sale. It is too dangerous for merchants to travel to the next larger town for supplies that only come from the city. Then local farmers and artisans are too frightened to bring even their local goods to the market.
Talk about a cultural and economic death spiral.
So as I go about my blessed life I try not to forget the difficulty and suffering of others who, through no fault of their own, find themselves caught in a web of terrorism and fear. Thankfully, even in the face of those threats, good people continue to educate children and find creative ways to buy chalk for the local school.
the bedroom . . .
The glow of new adventures is fading, but not gone. There’s been a paper bag floor at the house the church owns, the chart of accounts for the church finances, church personnel contracts, and getting ready to be church treasurer with a fully implemented finance program still about a month off.
The living room with the fireplace . . .
The paper bag floor —
it turned out B – E – A – U – T – I – F – U – L – !
It’s a tough project, that finance stuff. I hope by the next budget cycle (October, 2015) that the software will be smoothly functioning. I didn’t realize that membership, contributions, and a bunch of other data besides the money part will have to be set up in tandem. It is lots more fun to do other stuff than focus on the chart of accounts, but I DID promise to do it!
The hardest part is that this finance project feels just like my old job . . . I’m SUPPOSED to be retired, eh? And yet, I can work on it at my own pace and not worry so much about getting fired!
The great mosque in Djenne — the largest mud building in the world gets a new coat of mud this month. It takes the whole city to get it done!
Vieux at dinner.
We did our Timbuktu and Back worship service at the end of March. It was so well received that we’re doing a West African dinner and the show — in October — a fundraiser for the church. Talked to Mamadou today and they are spending the second Sunday in a row putting mud on the mosque in Djenne. It is great to keep in touch with the new friends from Mali. I got to meet Vieux Farka Toure on Monday night — he played a concert at the Melody Ballroom after he visited at the Ko-Falen dinner at the Queen of Sheba restaurant. Such an exciting evening.
More about our tour with Mali Mystere:
The postmaster at Timbuktu cancels the stamps on our postcards.
The postcards from Timbuktu arrived this week. I wrote one to a friend in January and shed a tear then, as I shed a tear now, for her support to encourage me to follow my dreams. Little did I know that the trip of a lifetime would stick with me in so many tenacious ways.
Aly Dicko in Pays Dogon.
So, Aly Dicko of Timbuktu is on Facebook and we were actually chatting in real time a few days ago. Do you know how weird that is? With the 8 hour difference to Mali, and the long waits between emails all summer, it was a bit disconcerting! But then, he was in Europe, too. I suspect the internet connections might be a wee bit speedier in Europe than in his hometown?
Our guide in Djenne was the knowledgeable Mamadou Diawara.
Then, Mamadou Diawara from Djenne is still in touch too. I’ve been sending him pictures as I find them. Here he is showing us a tablet from the Quran school in Djenne.
When I went to Germany with Sally and Carrie — we shared the memories among ourselves and our friends for many years. But we didn’t leave friends behind in Germany or worry about particular Germans we had met. This is entirely different. We met Aly and Mamadou in their homes and home towns, and saw the difficulties their country has survived and continues to have. We heard their stories, teased and got teased back, played with new languages and (sometimes just as entertaining) experienced new cultural norms. Since our friends were hesitant about our trip, it was easy to notice the tourist infrastructure in Mali that was more than a bit short of tourists. We who have social media at our fingertips can at least do reviews, post pictures and connect in social media ways that might help Aly and Mamadou be more successful.
And the music. There was laughter about listening to “the soundtrack to Timbuktu” for the whole trip. I finally heard Tracy Chapman’s lyrics and Bob Marley is Universal, isn’t he? Aly had quite a collection of music on that USB flash drive. We asked him for the list of artists, but of course I didn’t get the actual albums or songs, so I’m on this quest for Malian music that is utterly absorbing. The Limelighters had a song about a woman completely besotted with Russian fashion and music. In part: “A-Yee A-Yee, she wears a Cossack blouse, she dances wildly all around the house, tomorrow morning they will find me dead, she even wears her Cossack boots in bed!” If I could only adjust that Russian reference so the song would be about Mali! Kathie heard me sing the Limelighters version while we were still traveling, probably in the middle of the trip, when I was most thrilled to be in Africa, especially Mali.
Portland had the movie “Timbuktu” showing in the Portland International Film Festival and Kathie and I saw it last weekend. We remarked how glad we were that we had actually been to the desert before we saw the movie. (It was showing in Brussels over Christmas, we almost saw it there.) The movie is astounding and I hope it wins the Oscar for Best Foreign Film next weekend. The tents, the cattle and the river, and the central themes of love and the desire for peace — a beautifully crafted story filmed in Mauritania because Timbuktu was pretty shaky at the time. If you have a chance to see it, you should. The dust, the acacia trees, the desert . . . they are almost characters in the film too.
At the same time Portland is hosting the 25th Annual Cascade Festival of African Films running through the beginning of March. I’ll be trying to connect with some of those free showings, too. Maybe I can get a good recipe for Ginger Juice while I’m there!
I know the world has changed but I can’t put my finger on exactly what has changed for me. Traveling does that, I guess. Mali is one of the poorest countries in the world. Per capita annual income is like $620 per year. I think I heard that 25% of the government’s budget comes from foreign aid. They are just coming out of a state of seige from the incursion of sharia law extremists in the north. I was fascinated by Timbuktu since my buddy Thom had photos and stories about hitchhiking from Timbuktu to Alexandria in the 70s after his peace corps assignment in Cameroon.
But it was so much FUN to be there. Aly Dicko, our guide, was knowledgeable and provided a recurring sense of humor even when things were a bit harsh for this city girl. (There was the evening he asked questions and wanted me to answer in French . . . much hilarity, that.) As the journey unfolded I realized just how risky such a trip is. Right down to the tap water in the capitol city Bamako. Everywhere we went, we were welcomed. There is so much empty tourist infrastructure it felt almost strange just to be a tourist at all.
Maybe in another year I’ll put my finger on what made this such a powerful experience. In the meantime, I’ll keep adding little bits to the web page to share the experience.
Incredible Queen Anne’s Lace field in Gresham
Or somebody forgot to mow this field earlier. At any rate, this is the field where I get Queen Anne’s Lace to make jelly. The jelly is the most delicate pink, and smells a bit like grapefruit. It is quite simple to make, and definitely exotic to eat. The first time I made the jelly, I was really hunting for flowers. They were few and far between, and I had a couple of places, including this field, that I scrounged for flowers. It takes about 250 flower heads to make a batch of 5 half pints of jelly. Driving by this field this summer drove me nuts. Not making a batch when the field is so beautiful seems like a failure to me. The field is a solid mat of flowers, and I hardly had to move to get what I needed. The photo is an added bonus, taken with the phone no less.
UPDATE: Aug. 22, 2014
Drove past this field last week and it had been completely mowed. Not a flower in sight. I’m so glad I got there first!!
This time last year I was planning to travel to N. Idaho for my oldest brother’s memorial service and a weekend campout with family. All systems normal, work is great, life is good, and I was looking forward to my first visit to the Portland Highland Games in July.
Now, 2014, well, the good news is I’m retired as of today. It was difficult and I still get hiccups sometimes if I think about it too hard. In May, I was told my position was eliminated. Sorta like lightening, you never think it will happen to you!!!
I’ve planted a garden, acquired a federal Tax ID and a Mailbox for a potential home-based business, and cleared out the blackberries in the back yard to make room for a woodshed.
NOT QUITE A LOGO — more a symbol of inspiration and new growth. Originally this was an African symbol in a family of symbols called Adinkra — a t-shirt company says it means, “Excellence, Genuineness, Uniqueness.” I modified it to show growth and imagination as well.
I want to work again, but not full-time. I can do anything — really! It’s almost like getting out of high school again, with the infinite possibilities laid out like a giant what-should-I-do-now buffet! June was a month of taking time off, going to lunch with friends from work and vendors I’ve worked with, and basically hanging out. Today, July 1, I want to start completing some of the projects I’ve been playing around with — the wood shed, the kitchen floor, the yard (there’s a retaining wall to build — curved and on a slope no less), fix my bike, clean the garage, etc. With the gift of my brother’s inheritance, I’ve set aside the money to plan a trip to Africa — a trip I’ve wanted to do for over a decade.
Lunch with people from companies I’d like to work for is also on the list for July and August. A couple of companies are in my neighborhood and I have admired them from afar — can’t hurt to go visit. There’s a catch though — a jury summons early in July! Whoops! Guess I’ll wait and see how that works out first. There’s a vacant house next door too. It’s a mess inside and maybe someone would let me clean it out so that a “flipper” might actually buy it! So many possibilities.
Its been great to learn how to live on my own clock and honor my own preferences. Too many clothes! that’s a hobby I won’t need to continue. Yum, juicing in the morning! Watching Jimmy Fallon once in awhile. Getting a “real” internet connection. And I’ve been enjoying my time with friends and family. Took me an hour to get my Google calendar and my paper calendar lined up so I might not miss anything!
Nadaka Park is coming alive. The proposed community garden, picnic shelter, nature-based play area and other amenities will be constructed this summer. I have the masters of a walking map the MHCC SEED students made and I want to make a fold-up pocket map for the park. The annual Community Festival is September 27 this year — much later in the hope that the construction might be mostly done by then. It’s an amazing park and an unusual gathering of community volunteers and non-profit partners made it happen even while the City of Gresham struggles with Parks financing. I’m glad I can contribute to it. This week I made a coloring page for the Turtle Rock in the NW corner of the park.
The rock really is this adorable — right down to the eyelashes and the grin!
Oh and learning WordPress . . . that might take awhile too. And Meetups! 3-D printing meetups look SO interesting! So much to do. Granny called it “re-tired” and complained that there were no more holidays after retirement! All I know is every time I can hang out with my children and their peeps is Mother’s Day. That’s holiday enough so far. And there are many, many worse things in life than retiring at the beginning of summer. Not that I am particularly wealthy by American standards, however I am surrounded by riches in all other ways.
Yep, think about that. I’m in Symphonic Choir at lunchtime on MWF. The instructor is fabulous! And I get the opportunity to meet students and sing with them which reminds me why I work so hard on the support services at the college.
dance of the tides
So we are learning a sighing lullaby for the Winter concert. You know how it is, learning something by rote before you are able to give it the “flow” it needs. We were working on a lovely phrase and getting the harmonies very correct. And he said we should work on smoothing the motion out, that we sounded like “aural Tetris.” What a great description!
I’m singing tenor, which is a new experience for me. Yes, on Beethoven’s 9th Chorale years ago, I sang some tenor lines, but in that choir (and all of my life) I’ve been second alto. I didn’t realize how much I am conditioned to be an alto. During rehearsal, when he calls on the altos to sing, I still sit up straight and take a breath! It’s reflex! The tenor part has the melody more often than the altos, and I’m enjoying singing with the basses — picking up the chords from them instead of from the sopranos.
This choir experience is a blessing, total blessing. The instructor plays our parts for us instead of insisting we sight read the music. After we’ve started work on a song and get the general idea, he’ll play a recording for us and tell us how he would like us to sing compared to the recording. And his humor. This guy is a firecracker. The last time I had an instructor with that much energy and constant good humor was Mr. Cobain in Algebra in 9th Grade at Salk Jr. High in Spokane. (That was just a couple of years ago, eh?) Our warm ups are fun, and they sound really good too. And we do a lot a capella, which I also love. Halleluiah!
took this picture? It must be po
ssessed. I took about 50 shots between the camera and the phone, and this one, oh good heavens. Sweet! Click on it to see it larger and more clearly.