Month: July 2015

Jeffrey

Dutch, who is not really named Dutch, left for work really early this morning. People who know him know that his name is Jeff, and they wonder aloud to him why ye olde blog refers to him as Dutch. If you care to find out the reason, which isn’t super interesting but is basically that he gave himself the nickname…

Heritage Weekend

Every summer near Pioneer Day my family convenes at the cabin for a reunion. The point is to celebrate the people in our lives who have gone before and left a positive legacy for us. It’s about remembrance. At Heritage Weekend, we talk about ancestors like my great-great-great grandmother Rhoda Stone, who was orphaned at age two in England, and…

Mindful not Fretful

I’ve been writing this post for two days, which is pretty sad since I just can’t seem to make it come together in any meaningful way. This post is like Gertrude Stein’s description of L.A., “There’s no there there.” Let’s press on and Just go with it, okeydoke? I’m in a mindful state these days, sometimes dipping down into melancholy,…

Beach Ball Bingo

I’ve been in this mood where I wish I had a big beach ball I could carry around and bounce off people’s faces when they make me crazy. And today I ate my feelings in lemon cake. The cake is dead. Long live the cake. Also, church is where my littlest people act like live wires. I dreamed today of…

The Mouse-Proof Kitchen

I’m reading The Mouse-Proof Kitchen, a novel about a couple and their first baby, who is disabled. They’re Brits who relocate to the rocky, wild hills of France near the Pyrenees. I think I expected the story to be rather magical, because despite their daughter’s special needs, Anna and Tobias decide to pursue their dreams anyway, moving to this romantic…

Books into Movies

One of the most delicious surprises for a book nerd is sitting in a dark movie theater with one’s husband, who isn’t a book nerd but who loves one, and seeing a movie trailer play, realizing as the story unfolds that it is for a movie adaptation of a book that the book nerd has read and loved. It gives…

You Can’t Go Back

During my first pregnancy, Dutch and I bought our first house. Built in WWII, our tiny Sugarhouse bungalow sat beneath the old, large leafy trees that reached up and over Hartford Street to touch in the center. Our first Sunday at church, I noticed a dainty little girl with physical differences holding her mother’s hand in the chapel. Her name…

Things people said at book club this week

a) “We need to read something without Nazis in it.” b) “This month’s book seemed very romance novel-ish at the beginning. So many references to ‘broad-shouldered, narrow-hipped men.’” c) “Let’s read something uplifting.” d) “Uplifting isn’t good for discussion.” e) “Oh come on, The Rosie Project yielded a great discussion.” f) *nods and murmurs of agreement around the room* g)…

July…She Will Fly

Our Fourth of July weekend began Friday evening with Cul-de-Sac of Fire (Sing this in your head with an imaginary hair/metal band screaming on a couple of electric guitars.) It’s an annual tradition with my neighbors where we all drag camp chairs, explosives, and young children outside to the circle and light it up. Jack was in heaven. I got…