Must have been a rainy spring!

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!!

 

How ’bout taking a summer off?

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.

akimbra bc symbol blue

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.

turtle page jpg

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.

Aural Tetris

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

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!

 

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!

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.

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.

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.

82 days and 3 board meetings

and a volunteer commitment will be completed and I can take a break. The drama has been endless — not much time in the last year to be satisfied with the work completed. Always moving on to the next thing with a sense of urgency and being incomplete. I’ll be glad to shed the worry and the concern.

Spend more time with my children, yep. work in the yard, yep. Paint that spare bedroom. Decoupage the map of the Alaska Inside Passage on one of the closet doors. Take a summer nap on the patio on a Saturday afternoon. Camp. Yep. Definitely time for a hiatus from volunteering! Silver wire and crystals are beckoning, as is the serger. Time for some creative fun. Stay tuned.

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.