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Month: October 2022

Make a Cake

How does one set up a new kitchen? 

This has been my fun problem over recent days. Our remodeling is 95% done, with only a smattering of small tasks – the infamous ‘punch list’ – remaining. I have tried to be slow and patient in my arrangement of the new space, so that everything is placed in the most functional and efficient location. Sometimes, I admit, this thinking and planning goes on too long – I am simply paralyzed. (What’s that work expression – ‘paralysis by analysis’?) My spices, for example, are in shoeboxes in the front room of the house, where I have had them since the remodeling began – I am thinking too long and too hard about where they would best be placed. 

The work of setting up my new kitchen took one giant step forward this past weekend when I decided to bake a cake for a small backyard gathering at a neighbor’s house. 

Here ensued my remodeling/new kitchen version of If You Give a Mouse a Cookie  –

If you decide to make a cake,

you will remember your dear neighbor Leta and her yummy pumpkin cake…

you will search for the recipe
you will hold it in your hands 
see her handwriting
remember, remember, remember
how Leta and Joe would be outside 
early morning when it snowed
shoveling our shared driveway
my goodness, they were shoveling into their 80s
oh, how she tended to her garden  
divided up plants in the autumn
shared them with us
how they loved our boys
how kind and generous they were
such great neighbors 
it seems like just yesterday
though it has been more than fifteen years 
since they lived next door 

Then you’d know, YES, you have to make THIS cake.

When you decide to make this cake, you are going to need to find your mixer…

which means you’ll have to go up in the attic crawl space 
work your way through box after box 
things stored for the past many months
which means you have to change clothes
put on your grubbiest ones
because you will be walking on your knees
and while you are in there
you need to make sure you don’t 
open any of the memory boxes 
you will start reading and devouring and 
never leave the attic crawl space 
time’s a wastin’ 
so stay focused
please be sure to watch your head 
you don’t need to smack yourself on the low ceiling.

Even though you promise to stay focused, you will find so many other treasures that you really should bring downstairs, too …

there’s the rest of your plates and bowls 
oh my, more drinking glasses 
yes, let’s bring these down
wash them up while the cake is cooking
don’t forget the mixing bowls 
measuring cups 
stirring spoons
more

Gather all these treasures …

you will make countless trips 
up the stairs and down the stairs 
alternating between standing and crawling and 
bending like Houdini 
you will decide that this is your exercise for the day
you will feel tired
though 
you haven’t even started to bake the cake 
or wash any of the items

and as you begin to bake and wash…

you will collect dry ingredients from the front room
where they’ve been stored since the remodeling began
you will realize that you shouldn’t put them back there
it is high time 
to put them 
on shelves, in drawers, in cabinets
which means 
you should measure and cut the shelf liners 
you bought earlier in the week

As you begin to measure and cut the shelf liners …

you will see 
your neat, sterile, brand new kitchen 
now covered in a melee of things
the flour and sugar
the bowls and mixer
the scissors and liner
there is barely a free spot and 
it is awesome 
to be here all by yourself
singing
planning
moving
creating
playing

When the cake is mixed, you will realize you never retrieved the bundt pan…

which is in that darn attic crawl space
so there you are again
bending crawling finding
up and down those stairs
washing drying oiling the pan
pouring in the batter
the oven will be preheated
the cake will begin to cook
the kitchen will smell like autumn
you will smile 
as you work to corral 
all that still needs to be done 
in that busy new kitchen
and see
you have everything you need to set up a baking corner

As the cake is cooking, you will realize in horror that you don’t have the cooling rack…

…so it is back up those stairs one more time…

…into the dark crawl space…

and finally, finally, finally, you don’t need to go up there anymore today. Though, there are more things you’d like to bring down for your kitchen. No, not today…you have made giant strides in setting things up in the new space, and you can leave the rest for other days.

When the cake is cool, you will frost it and slice it …

remembering to make 
a special plate for the fabulous neighbors 
who now live in “Leta and Joe’s house" 
so that they might savor 
a bit of 
this neighborhood memory and magic. 

you’ll bring the rest to the backyard party 
everyone will share their memories
your heart will be full

If you decide to make a cake…

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Doe a Deer

As soon as Mom and big sister Frog leave for school, little Bird rushes to her sister’s bedroom and takes possession of Frog’s favorite stuffed animal, a toy deer. This toy is basically off-limits whenever her big sister is around, but ‘when the Frog’s away, the Bird will play.’ I’m impressed that Bird has created this routine, recognizing that school days are the best time to play with Frog’s dolls and toys. 

I haven’t shared anything about the grandkids in quite some time, so I thought this would be a fun topic for today’s slice. Let me see if I can find a few fun photos, too (without sacrificing the children’s privacy).

Here, Poppa and the girls make biscuits together.

Frog started preschool in August, leaving Bird in the care of her grandparents. (Both sets of grandparents share childcare, on different days of the week). Two year old Bird is getting lots of focused and loving one-on-one attention, and in these few weeks, we are all noticing a language explosion. To date, Bird hasn’t been as verbal as Frog, speaking primarily in one word utterances and relying primarily on nonverbal pointing and grunting. I credit her older sister with this…I mean, if Frog is speaking for you, why do you have to speak at all? Bird comprehends everything we are saying; she simply doesn’t try to talk – silence has been the path of least resistance. Now, however, with Frog away all day, five days a week, using her own voice has come in very handy. Bird’s language is truly blossoming.

For Bird, her sister’s toy deer reigns supreme. She loves to carry it throughout the house while Frog is at school, letting it keep her company as she plays with other toys and activities. Most days, she won’t be separated from it. She even likes me to perch the deer nearby to ‘watch her’ when she eats her meals. (We have to keep deer clean/away from the food, yes?) 

Here, a full menagerie joins us from a distance, to watch Bird eat lunch, lol.

In my very best Julie Andrews imitation, I started singing Doe a Deer as she carried that little toy around, and now we sing this all day long. I honestly think this one song has been the key to her stringing more than one word together, she loves this song so much. When I arrive in the morning, Bird now greets me with the words ‘doe a deer, Nana,’ and that’s my cue to start singing. Bird has learned every word of the song and sings along. She sings this to herself, too, and all of us are trying to capture a recording, but so far we have failed. Her singing is precious.

Our own house is in the midst of remodeling, so we come to Frog and Bird’s house to babysit rather than vice versa. It’s been eye-opening to see the children in their own world, becoming more familiar with their most favorite activities and where they like to spend their time. We have been having lots of fun together. Before Bird goes down for her midday nap, we always take time to put things back the way they were in Frog’s room, tidying the room to be welcoming for her when she comes home, and laying deer on Frog’s bed to greet her. 

Bird has her own favorite lovey, a chipmunk. Here, she feeds him acorns.

When she gets home from school, Frog needs a little bit of time to herself in her room (“quiet alone time”) and then we all have good fun together. The current favorite activities are dance parties, playdough, playing outside, building with Legos, and coloring. 

I’m so glad I know how to make homemade playdough!

That’s all for today, except to say – we are truly blessed by these little dears! (pun intended)

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Waking Recollections

Early in the morning, this past Friday, I woke up so alert and I replayed every second of the day before – when my parents were buried at Arlington Cemetery. I ended up writing eight (8!) pages in my journal, as I tried to decompress. Let me share a poem about my wakeful thinking and this special day.

waking recollections
in dark of night 
clarity 
rushes through my mind’s door
holding
every memorable moment 
every caring conversation 
every tender touch  
letting me
embrace these again 

thoughts gather like an old engine warming up
sputtering spewing spitting
so many different directions
all at once

there we were at Arlington Cemetery
the day bright and clear
my four brothers and I
loving family and friends
to bury Dad and Mom

so many faces I had not seen 
in years
new babies to meet
hugs kisses squeezes 

waking recollections
in the dark of night

remember the waiting room -
just my brothers and I 
the military escort 
explaining logistics
how the procession works
my eyes fixating on boxes of tissue 
the realization 
this room held pain grief tragedy
young military lives lost

whereas we were here to honor 
lives lived fully and long 

outside in the parking lot
little ones danced and squealed
stories chuckles whispers shared
such a glorious day

my cousins, aunts, uncles 
my parents’ cousins, too
so many friends from long ago
neighbors and colleagues
everyone here together
supporting us

the military service -
we walked behind the caisson
cannons fired from the hill
the honor guard in rapt attention
band marching, playing Taps
rifles fired in a 21 gun salute
while eight sailors held the flag
so reverently
over my parents’ urns
turning, folding, respecting

that moment -
the officer
handed the flag to me
saying 
on behalf of the President of the United States
the United States Navy and
a grateful nation
please accept this flag
as a symbol of our appreciation for
your loved one’s
honorable and faithful service

he looked right at me as he spoke
and his eyes watered
leaving my eyes 
his mirror

their resting place -
now they are nestled together
on the hill
under the tree
overlooking the cemetery

their great grandchildren play among the headstones

a fabulous celebration followed
in the officers’ club
like so many days long ago
it feels so ‘once upon a time’
those early years 
when base life was my daily life
so much has changed
then and now

waking recollections
in the dark of night

remember we arrived early -
before the burial
and set everything up
the guard at the base gate 
spoke with an accent
our armed forces, so diverse

the room came alive -
sweet memorabilia on the table
slideshow through the years
stories shared at the mic 
spontaneous laughter and tears 

so many conversations 
so many relationships
intersecting

he tells me he was head of security
remembers me as a teenager
she tells me she’s my father’s cousin
and I am just like my mother
they tell me they are longtime friends
from my brother’s church

remember, too -
oh yes yes yes
she would love to have 
her grandparents' china

what a story -
the coincidence of parking
next to them after so long estranged
the unopened letter now in their hands
and hope to heal this family hurt

remember how -
the room became so quiet 
when I shared my poem

in the middle of the night
I am overflowing 

let me sit with this word - recollection 
let me hold in my heart
look closely at its middle: the word ‘collect’ 

we collect what we love, yes? 
to re-collect 
is to savor these treasures again 
to use one’s thoughts 
to gather these love moments again 

to sift through them 
like treasures on a beach 
holding the best ones very close
 
waking recollections
in dark of night 
clarity rushes through my mind’s door
holding
every memorable moment 
every caring conversation 
every tender touch  
letting me
embrace these again

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On buoyancy

Chris Margocs’ inspirational prompt for this Spiritual Thursday is to write about (or is the word ‘towards’?) those who have passed and left something behind in our hearts. 

Oh my, this writing prompt could not be more appropriate for this day. 

You see -
my father, 
a Rear Admiral in the U.S. Navy,
died two years ago, 
at the end of the first summer of this pandemic. 
Today, October 6, 2022,
he is being interred at Arlington Cemetery, in Washington, D.C.,
in a joint ceremony, with my mother alongside him;
my mother preceded him in death some four years ago. 

Our family has waited a long time for this precious day.

This passage of time makes it easier to talk and share about them. Time has healing powers through its ability to vary the lens on the past, to let one reflect in different ways and to be surprised by memories in unexpected moments. I marvel at how grief and time have combined to make memories of events for which I was not present, causing me to think deeply about my parents’ childhoods, their marriage, on and on. It is truly a blessing to have so many memories – the gift of time.

As my family and I prepared for this special day – this celebration of my parents’ lives – I kept coming back to this one photo, a photo taken on their wedding day, in June, 1954. They were married at the Naval Academy, right after Dad graduated. Let me share the photo here – 

My parents were married 64 years before Mom passed. This photo from their wedding day simply makes me smile. It is a treasure to have. Today, at the funeral reception, I am going to celebrate my parents with a short poem about this photo. Let me share it with you here, now.

Just look at this photo -

the twinkle in their eyes
the happy clench of their hands
the gentle lean of their heads
captivating looks 
captured for the ages

this is love at the launch
when fair winds beckon
before two souls set for sea
no storms in sight

what if 
this very moment of buoyancy
is what holds 
all the power and force
to maneuver through rough waters ahead

a love anchor 
stored on the underside of marriage’s hull
at the ready
throughout

what if 
this is our finding
this is the knowledge gained
from their sea trial?

the wonder of
meeting one another’s eyes
holding the gaze and smiling

such a simple joy
to return to 
again and again and again

whether spoken unspoken
love heals 
love hopes 
love holds
love always
always love
the whole of time

just look at this photo . . . 
On the first Thursday of each month, writers share their thoughts on spiritual topics.
Each month, a different host selects the instigation.

Assurances

This is a very exciting week around here. On Thursday, my parents will be interred at Arlington Cemetery. We have waited a long time for this precious day. Dad died two years ago, in early September, in the midst of the pandemic; Mom preceded him in death, dying in October of 2018. Dad was a Navy Admiral, and Arlington Cemetery is his chosen destination. 

I live in the D.C. area and have visited Arlington Cemetery several times, but I have never witnessed someone’s burial. We have tons of family and friends coming from out of town, to be present at this unique and special honor. 

So, that’s what is “front and center.”

Let me tell you about our staging…about the background scenery…about the “side plots.” Simply put, we’re in the midst of major renovation, here at our home. After almost a full year of discovering, evaluating, and planning fixes for the structural problems of our home, we began construction repairs on August 1st. This involved a total ‘gutting’ of our kitchen. I was not naive about the timing – I knew immediately that the work was so enormous, I should not trust that it would be completed by the time of my parents’ burial. Thankfully, one of my brothers lives in the D.C. area as well, and he was totally fine with taking the lead on all “hosting” duties. We could focus on getting the home repairs that were needed.

This week, we’ve put a moratorium on the kitchen/family room remodeling for Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday – there is simply too much going on with all our visitors (none of whom are staying here at my house, thank goodness, lol). I want to focus on my family, I want to be fully present at the service for my parents, I want to savor all the remembrances.

Months back, before the work began, I smiled at my contractor’s response when I shared this ‘calendar of events’ with him; he assured me that there would be no problem – they’d be done mid-September.

The work began August 1st

Installation of a steel beam across the room was the most grueling and essential part of the remodeling.

It is an enormous effort, this remodeling; there have been support posts, a steel beam, roof issues, you name it. As the work continued (at a very good pace, honestly), there have been a few setbacks and surprises in the work to be done (isn’t this always the truth, with a home remodeling effort?). Upon several delays, my contractor updated his timeline, saying they’d be done on the last day of September (this past Friday). 

All I can say: I am so thankful I have never counted on the work being done this week. There will be NO company at this house! lol

Although it was painful to learn we had structural issues with our home, the beam opened up the kitchen space beautifully.

Look how bright and open the kitchen space became!

As I write, I am sitting at the island/bar of my dream kitchen – beautiful cabinets, counters, floor…let me show you…

I love the natural light from all the windows. I love all the space. I especially love the quartz countertops, having only had laminate counters before.

Unfortunately, my kitchen is basically akin to one you might find on display in a showroom – it looks great but it is not functioning. We’re close, we just aren’t quite there yet.

Yes, we have a faucet, but there is no running water at the sink. All the appliances remain in the living room, not hooked up. All of the drawers along one wall of cabinetry don’t open – which reminds me, when is a drawer not a drawer? When the contractor forgets to order drawer inserts and you must wait for these at a later date. There are endless ‘to do’s’ on a ‘punch list’ – all the little things that get pushed aside while something bigger gets done. Oh, and the guys are struggling to install a new (main) door to the house; it is missing its locking mechanism and we’ve been blockading the door at night for more than a week, to feel ‘safer.’ 

This past Friday, my contractor assured me that he’d be done today – yes, today, Tuesday. October 4th. C’mon, be serious! There is simply no way! Look at all that still needs doing.

Honestly, I am fine with this. I assured him:

  • Work at a pace where the work is completed well. 
  • Take all the time you need. 
  • Just don’t show up tomorrow. Or Thursday. Or Friday. 
  • We look forward to seeing you on Monday.

Truth – it already ‘feels’ like I have a new kitchen. It is a great space to sit and write – and it is very quiet, before the workers arrive.

All will be well.

To the day! To the week ahead!

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