Archive for April, 2007

questions asked

April 29, 2007

Yesterday evening, following Vespers, my wife was standing outside of Church with Andrew, our youngest. When the following occured:

Silouan must have asked Andrew a question, to which Andrew answered with a “no.”
Silouan asked him, “What is the opposite of ‘No’?”
To which Andrew responded, “Because.”

Never try to mentally ‘mix it up’ with a three year old.

and at no additional charge
from my ‘observational questions’ mental-file:

Why is it when we see a cat roaming free we think nothing of it; other than we wish someone would control their cat because it might make a mess in our flowerbeds. But when we see a dog running loose we assume it is a lost dog, and maybe even feel sorry for it.

Do we feel sorry for the dogs because we secretly think that dogs might not be able to make it on their own?
Or do we just fear that roaming dogs might attack us?

an observation

April 21, 2007

In going to a couple yard sales today I made an observation:

It takes a confident person to try and sell a Fleet Enema or catheter supplies at a yard sale.

At least that is what I think….

musings from the plastic-nomadic trail

April 16, 2007

We returned home safely this afternoon from our trip.
It was a good time for our family.

While on vacation I read the book ‘The Beach’ by Alex Garland. A great read; bummer about finishing a book that you really enjoyed is the attempt in finding that next book to read, this can be quite a task. I shared this angst with one of the employees at Powell’s (on Hawthorne) yesterday evening. But I made my choice, and I am attempting to follow up my reading of ‘The Beach’ with a book called ‘King Dork’ by Frank Portman.

Okay so ‘The Beach,’ the main character in the book, Richard, made the comment that he does not take pictures when he travels because he finds those things he took pictures of are the only memories that he has of his traveling. Interesting comment; and since we did not bring a camera with us on this venture I will have to go with his idea. Though I also mentioned to my wife that taking pictures does not matter much as we don’t seem to get the photos we take into albums anyway.

So I do not have photos to share, but here are a four memory snapshots of our trip that you can take a look at:

photo #1: “Nightly trips to the Dairy Queen.”
1. DQ was right down the street from where we were staying and my wife was working on the concept of eating a Cherry Dilly Bar a nite to create a taste memory so that all she would have to do is eat a Cherry Dilly Bar and it would take her back to the beach. Me…? I just like the blizzards. So each evening, regardless of how much we had eaten that day, ended with a frozed treat from Dairy Queen.

1a. Becket and I were walking to the DQ when an older man walking with a woman carrying a nearly empty bottle of Old English beer commented on my beard. He then went on to tell me how he wanted to grow his beard. He then went on to tell me how his “Lord and Savior had a beard until the end… He never used a razor… but then they didn’t have razors then.”

1b. As Becket and I continued our walk he asked me if the man was drunk.

photo #2: “The time-share tour.”
2. I would never go on vacation and willingly subject myself to the aggravation involved in buying a car, so why did I willingly subject myself to the time-share tour??? Never again! Never again!

2a. My wife justifies the 2 1/2 hours spent with Glen (the guy selling time-shares) in that we were given $50 in pre-paid American Express cards (which my wife has already spent) and a nite or two at some hotel.

2b. Okay, the $50 was cool, but even with that– never again!

photo #3: “Bookstore etiquette.”
3. When in Portland one has to go to Powell’s Bookstore; if you like books the place is a must.

3a. I was able to go to Powell’s by myself Sunday evening. It dawned on me as I perused the shelves that there is a certain civilized protocol as one walks down the aisles. When one comes to a person looking at the shelves and one wishes to pass them, although it is obvious that you are about to briefly invade their personal space, you say “excuse me.” To which the standing person replies “sure.” And order is maintained.

3b. I had a brief moment of psychosis when I was not sure if a person I passed had heard my “excuse me” or not as I passed him (he did not give the “sure” response) and wondered if I should have repeated myself in the name of decency. (I opted to remain silent and move on.)

photo #4: “The Bins”
4. We had recently learned of the Goodwill Outlet in Portland, also known as “The Bins.” Since we are fans of thrift stores we had to check this place out.

4a. “The Bins” nickname seemed to fit the place, as it is basically a large room where the majority of the items are brought out in large, shallow bins. This place is like a thrift store smorgasboard, where new bins containing potential treasures are rolled out regularily. Bins with clothes in them, bins with books in them, bins with a variety of stuff in them.

4b. Whereas the bookstore has it own etiquette, “the bins” has a survival style of sorts…
For instance: In observing some of the Bin-ites I learned that one needs their own shopping cart. Not only does this allow you to put your potential purchases in, but it is also a buffer of sorts to keep other shoppers away from you.

4c. We left “the bins” with some books, some toys for the kids, a couple of cassette tapes, and a pilates exercise video. Yes, an exercise video–after all, I had been eating Dairy Queen every nite for a week.

(For those interested, ‘The Bins’ is located in Portland at 1740 S.E. Ochoco St.)

road trip

April 9, 2007

Christ is Risen!

Ahh Bright Week, a week of living in the Resurrection. This afternoon we are slated to go our all Parish picnic!! Always a wonderful time.

And then tomorrow we leave for the Oregon Coast– 5ive days in Seaside, OR. The last time we were there my wife was still recovering from Post-Partum Depression; I just recently learned from her that she does not have much recollection of our last trip there. Of course I have turned this into an opportunity to create memories for her, such as: “You don’t remember riding horses on the beach?” You know, stuff like that. She knows I am joking.

And because she is healthy again this is especially an exciting trip for our family!

Christ is Risen! He is Risen indeed!!

Christ is risen – Indeed he is risen!

April 8, 2007

“Today Hades cries out groaning:
I should not have accepted the Man born of Mary.
He came and destroyed my power.
He shattered the gates of brass.
As God, He raised the souls I had held captive.
Glory to Thy cross and resurrection, O Lord!”

(Vesperal Liturgy of Holy Saturday)

Christ is risen – Indeed he is risen!

Albanian: Krishti Ungjall! Vertete Ungjall!
Arabic: Al Maseeh Qam! Haqqan Qam!
Armenian: Christos harjav i merelotz! Orhniale harutjun Christosi!
Byelorussian: Khristos Uvoskros! Zaprowdu Uvoskros!
Chinese: Helisituosi fuhuole! Queshi fuhuole!
Coptic: Pikhirstof aftonf! Khen o methni aftonf!
Czech: Kristus vstal zmrtvy’ch! Skutec ne vstal!
Danish: Kristus er opstanden! Ja, sandelig opstanden!
Dutch: Christus is opgestaan! Hij is waarlijk opgestaan!
English: Christ is Risen! Indeed, He is Risen!
Estonian: Kristus on surnuist ülestõusnud! Tõesti ülestõusnud!
Finnish: Kristus nousi Kuolleista! Totisesti Nousi!
French: Christ est Ressuscité! En Vérité, Il est Ressuscité!
Gaelic: Erid Krist! G’deya! n erid she!
Irish Gaelic: Tá Críosd ar éirigh! Go deimhin, tá e ar éirigh!
Scots’ Gaelic: Tha Crìosd air èiridh! Gu dearbh, tha e air èiridh!
Georgian: Kriste aghsdga! Cheshmaritad aghsdga!
Greek: Christos Anesti! Alithos Anesti!
Hebrew: Ha Mashiyach qam! Ken hoo qam!
Hungarian: Krisztus feltámadt! Valóban feltámadt!
Italian: Cristo è risorto! È veramente risorto!
Japanese: Harisutosu Fukkatsu! Jitsu Ni Fukkatsu!
Latin: Christus resurrexit! Vere resurrexit!
Norwegian: Kristus er oppstanden! Han er sannelig opstanden!
Polish: Khristus Zmartvikstau! Zaiste Zmartvikstau!
Portugese: Christo Ressuscitou! Em Verdade Ressuscitou!
Rumanian: Hristos a Inviat! Adeverat a Inviat!
Russian: Khristos voskres! Voistinu voskres!
Serbian: Hristos Vaskrese! Vaistinu Vaskrese!
Slavonic: Christos Voskrese! Voistinu Voskrese!
Slovak: Kristus vstal zmr’tvych! Skutoc ne vstal!
Spanish: Cristo ha resucitado! Verdaderamente ha resucitado!
Sweedish: Kristus är upstånden! Ja, Han är sannerligen uppstånden!
Syriac: Meshiha qam! Bashrira qam!
Ukranian: Kristos Voskres! Voistinu voskres!
Welsh: Atgyfododd Crist! Atgyfododd in wir!

the shared experiences of siblings

April 5, 2007

When it comes to sisters, I am not an expert as I only had one. But then alot of people I knew only had one sister; I guess my parents were of the: 1. boy 1. girl and then quit variety.

As we grew to adults I would not describe our relationship as close. But we were siblings, united by blood and shared experience.

I remember one occassion as a boy going to 49er Days at CSULB, the University near our home. One of the “events” of the day was a hanging. From my vantage point I could see how the stunt was performed; a harness with a hook hidden under the shirt. I took this knowledge home and somehow talked my sister into re-enacting this stunt. Tying the rope to the tree and then around my sister’s body and then finally around her neck she swung from the V in the backyard tree. My intention was not evil, it was to put this new-found informaton to work. Fortunately nothing happened! And fortunately my Mom did not catch us.

I remember on Sunday mornings how my Mom would come into the family room dressed for church. She would ask how she looked. My sister would reply… “okay” with just the right tone to put a dab of doubt in my Mom’s mind causing her to change.

Then there was the trip to the video store. My sister and I would playfully push our Mom into the adult section; by my Mom’s reaction it seemed that she felt she could be defiled just by breathing air that came into contact with the adult videos. My sister and I found this amusing.

There was the nite when our family was watching a scary movie on TV together. During a commerical my Dad went to the bathroom. My sister thot it would be funny to crawl around the hall door and scare my Dad as he returned to the living room; apparently my Dad had a similar idea. In turn they scared each other as they met, ground level, crawling in the hallway.

There are shared memories of vacations, getting in trouble, family events, and etc. that we shared.

My sister became diabetic and and then she had to go on hemo-dialysis. Her health was not good and she went into a nursing home.

The final memory my sister and I shared occured last month in Tacoma, WA at St. Joseph’s Hospital. On Sunday, March 18, my sister had been taken to the hospital after going into cardiac/respiratory arrest. I visited her in the hospital ICU room. She was on life support and unconscious. During two of the visits I anointed her with oil taken from the Vigil Lamp at the sepulchre of St. John of San Francisco. On Monday morning we were officially told that she was brain dead. My parents gave authorization for her life support to be removed. During my final visits with her I told her I loved her. I asked her forgiveness for all my offenses against her. I touched her forehead. I prayed the Our Father, Psalm 50 (according to the Septuagint) and recited the Nicene Creed.

With my parents, myself and my wife and kids, and some of her friends at her bedside; the respiratory therapist and nurse removed the intubation tube. In a matter of 5 to 10 minutes my sister’s final journey in this life had been completed and at 10:28 AM on March 19, 2007, my sister had reposed. She was 42 years old.

With the Saints give rest, O Christ, to the soul of thy servant Diane, where there is neither sickness, nor sorrow, nor sighing, but life everlasting.

May her Memory be Eternal.