Kids say the funniest things

My kids come up with the funniest things to say sometimes.  This morning, for example, Tristan was watching something on TV about the baby beluga whale that was recently born at the Shedd Aquarium.  He rushed upstairs to tell me, with great excitement:  “Dad!  Did you know that zoo we went to recently has a new baby bazooka?!”  That really made me laugh.

Michele just IM’d me to tell me another funny anecdote from this afternoon.  Cohen was sitting by her while Tristan and Brinley were busy arguing loudly about something.  She remarked to him, “They’re crabby!”  His reply:  “They are fighting.  I wish I was in God’s world!”

You just gotta laugh…

The Encyclopedia of Me: A is for anxious

I’ve never participated in a meme before, but I kinda like the one I just found in a very serendipitous way on a blog named Bella Dia.  (This is a blog I have to tell Michele about, if she doesn’t know about it already.  Michele is a blog-reading fiend when it comes to blogs like Bella Dia that feature craft-related content.)

This meme is called “The Encyclopedia of Me” and the idea behind it is to create twenty six posts, one for each letter of the alphabet.  Each letter will represent a topic that explains a bit about who I am, my interests, my life.  Bella Dia suggests that this be done over the course of the month of August; I’m not sure I want to follow that timeframe.  Instead, I think I’ll add new posts at random intervals over the next few months.

I know, I know:  This kind of thing is exactly what blog critics think blogs are all about:  a bunch of people just blabbing about themselves and who cares? If you don’t care, don’t read it.  No skin off my nose.

Most of my life I’ve been anxious about one thing or another.  One of my favorite Bible verses is Philippians 4:6 which says:

Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God.

Why am I anxious?  I suppose at the core of it, I lack faith in God.  Anxiety is a form of unbelief.  I realize this.  If I truly believed that He has the whole world in His hands, I’d realize that there is nothing to worry about.  If I only tried harder when faced with another crisis or problem, to remember all of those past times when He has brought me through completely and safely, I wouldn’t struggle so much with anxiety.

There are other reasons for this tendency.  There were a lot of anxious times in our family when I was growing up.  Sometimes we had a lot of money, but most of the time we didn’t.  There were many times when we couldn’t be sure that we’d continue to have a place to live due to financial troubles.  Anxiety was generated by my father’s long addiction to alcohol and all of the issues and events surrounding that.  There were many arguments in our household that I still remember quite vividly.  Lots of loud shouting, crying, verbal warfare with words as weapons.  There were physical conflicts as well, but not as much.  I still remember my two oldest brothers fighting on the front lawn of our house, rolling around on the ground, throwing punches and so forth, and being absolutely convinced that they were going to kill each other.  My brother Dan and I shared a room most of our growing up years and we almost always got along, but we did occasionally have fights, too.  One time, for some really silly reason that I can’t remember, we began a fight.  I remember Dan coming after me to punch me in the face.  He swung really hard with his right fist and I ducked just in time, with the result that his fist hit the edge of our dresser, breaking his hand.  Ironically we learned that the break was called a boxer’s break after he was taken to the emergency room and had it looked at.  Oh yeah, and I forgot to mention that the reason he was coming after me to punch me was that I had just thrown a D cell battery as hard as I could at him, hitting him in the chest.  He was so angry and full of adrenaline that he didn’t even feel it.

I am anxious also because I’ve failed a lot of times.  Fear of failure can be a strong force keeping you from doing new things, trying to go in new directions.

And part of the anxiety I’ve known all my life is no doubt related to some of the larger events that played out in the church group to which I belonged.  I’ve mentioned before that 1970 was a watershed year in which many events occurred that shaped how and where I was raised, the people and family I knew or didn’t know, etc.  There were other splits among the brethren after that.  Looking back, it seems to me that there was often the need to identify which side we were on, and this caused some memorable conflicts, hard feelings, and yes, anxiety.

Hopefully the next post in this meme, for the letter B, will be much more positive!

Tomatoes and Tommy Makem

Last night was special because I was able to pick and eat the very first ripe tomatoes of the season from our small garden.  The plant that is furthest along in terms of ripe tomatoes is the ‘Lemon Boy’ variety, which is a yellow tomato.  Keegan and Michele agreed with me that it tasted very delicious, a milder, less acidic flavor than many of the red varieties.

Also yesterday it was announced that Tommy Makem had died.  Many of you may know who he was, but some of you may not.  He was a member of the Irish folk music group known as ‘The Clancy Brothers and Tommy Makem.’  I’m not sure how it started but in my family, we grew up listening to this group and some other, similar groups of Irish musicians.  I have a strong affinity for Irish folk music as a result.  Many of the piano pieces I like to play best are Irish folk music, including pieces they are known to have sung and played.  Tommy and the Clancy Brothers were incredibly talented and their music will always be a favorite of mine.

Ugh, it’s August already

People say this all the time, but…Man, this summer has gone by fast! I’m not thrilled that it’s August already.  Somehow I’ve never gotten over the feeling that August brought to me when I was still going to school.  Whenever I see those dreaded words — Back to School Sale — plastered all over stores, I feel like Doom has drawn closer.  I never liked going to school, obviously :-)

I certainly can’t complain about the summertime weather; it’s been wonderfully mild, at least where I live.  I associate favorite foods with different seasons of the year.  Summer brings to mind fresh cantaloupe, watermelon, real tomatoes that come from the garden, and sweet corn.  Last night Michele made sweet corn for supper along with some fresh sliced tomatoes and Spanish rice.  She had just bought the vegetables at a nearby farmstand.  There are lots of them dotted around the countryside around us.  The corn was delicious.

The past few days have been a little rough because I haven’t been feeling well.  I’m better now.  Thankfully, Michele’s health has been pretty good for a while and we just hope it lasts.

It is crunch time for Michele and me in terms of deciding whether to push ahead with homeschooling for the little ones, especially Tristan.  And there seem to be more than the usual number of details to settle for Keegan for entering his sophomore year.  I just about choked when I learned that his school fees total about $500.

After reading it through a second time, Keegan lent me the last Harry Potter book to read shortly before noon yesterday.  I finished it at midnight last night.  I wasn’t sure, to be honest, whether I really wanted to read it or not.  It wasn’t because I was afraid Harry might end up dead, but more because I always hate to see the end of any good book series.  I needn’t have worried, though, because overall it was a very good and fitting end to the whole series.  I don’t have to worry any more that someone will spill the beans about critical plot details because I’ve read it all, and I enjoyed it.  In the last few chapters there were a few minor plot details that caused me to scratch my head but they didn’t matter.  One of the marks of a great book or book series is that you want to read it (or them) all over again, and that is certainly true of the Harry Potter books.  I want to go back and re-read them all, and also watch the movies once more.

Nothing ventured, nothing gained

Almost every post Meredith Farkas writes provides plentiful food for thought.  She has a real talent for expressing her views and thoughts and for digging deeper into “big issues” than many others.  Recently she wrote about all of the success she has already had professionally and identifies some of the factors that have helped her in her career thus far.  One of the main factors, she writes, is the willingness to take risks.

I agree with her on this.  Nothing ventured, nothing gained.  When I look back on the past sixteen years of being a professional librarian and on what events or involvements I am most proud of, they all involved taking a risk.  I well remember how nervous I was when taking on a fairly major management position after only about three years of being a serials cataloger (which was my first full-time job, ever).  I literally lay awake at night worrying myself sick, wondering, what on earth had I gotten myself into?!  It was definitely a trial by fire.  There were significant conflicts and problems needing to be effectively dealt with literally from day one.  One of the mandates I was given was to completely revamp workflow so that my unit would not only be able to keep up with current receipts (i.e. no adding to backlogs), but to also reduce and get rid of longstanding backlogs, and do all of this with fewer staff than my predecessor.  Because of the quality of the people with whom I worked, these goals were met and a lot of progress was made.  But there was not one day that went by that I didn’t feel nervous or worried about my responsibilities.  It was all worth it, though.  I grew personally and professionally by leaps and bounds.

Then there was the opportunity to lead a major professional library organization, which I’ve talked about a bit in the past.  I had never dreamed it would be possible to be nominated, let alone elected.  Yet I went ahead and agreed to be put on the ballot, anyway, in spite of others whom I respect telling me that I shouldn’t expect to get elected given the caliber of the person I was running against.  I thought, why not?  If it happens, it happens, and if it doesn’t, well, it would be good experience either way.  To my delight and shock, I won.  I was the youngest elected president in NASIG’s history (I think I still hold that particular record); I had no prior Board experience; everyone else with whom I would be working was deeply experienced and significantly older than I was at the time.  I think the Board member (Carol Diedrichs, now Dean of Libraries at Kentucky) who was nearest to me in age was ten years my senior.  This is not a bragging session but rather a way to make clear just how big of a risk this was for me.  I was delighted, yes, but completely, utterly terrified as well.  It was one of those situations where you need to be careful what you wish for, because you might get it.

A third milestone event involving a big risk on my part was agreeing to teach a class in the distance education curriculum at my alma mater, UIUC GSLIS.  This class had been taught before but I basically had to start from scratch to create the course.  Again (and honestly, this is no exaggeration) I was terrified.  I can’t tell you how many times I mentally kicked myself, saying to myself, “Why oh why did you ever agree to do this!”  The fear of failure was so all-consuming.  I lost countless hours of sleep.  I couldn’t eat sometimes, I felt so nervous.  And that was just before the class started.  When I had to do the class every week, each time was like the first time and I was nervous, self-doubting, and upset every time.  I would get home from work and after Michele and the children were in bed, I’d go and work on the class until two or three a.m.  I managed to survive for about five weeks of this, and then I became really, really sick with meningitis and ended up in the hospital, twice.  Because of the love and kindness of others who stepped in and helped me out, I was able to get better and finish the course.  I felt that I had done a terrible job but at least I had done it.  I went on to teach that course two more times.  It got a little easier with time but it still felt like a huge risk.

I have to say that there were other risks I took where there was significant failure on my part.  For example, one of my best library friends asked me to co-author a book with her, and I agreed.  Yet instead of fulfilling my responsibilities, I largely left her in the lurch.  I’m still trying to get over the guilt of that experience and it happened years ago.  Sadly, that isn’t the only example of failure.

Aside from this blog, I have largely withdrawn from direct, active participation in the profession.  My choice.  But I want to point out that risk-taking didn’t end there.

A tumultuous and highly risky decision I made in the early 90s was to leave the Christian fellowship in which I had been raised since I was a baby.  Repercussions of this decision exist even today and probably will bother me all of my life.  I completely left the society and “comfort zone” that I had known and functioned within all of my life.

There was more change to come a few years later.  Probably the riskiest thing I ever did in my whole life was to ask Michele if she’d go out on a date with me and then, within a short time after that first date, I asked her to marry me.  Incredibly, Michele (and Keegan, whose permission I asked for) said Yes.  As a result, in one fell swoop I took on the role of husband AND father, two things I had never done before.  These roles have dominated my life since, and I have no regrets at all.  Each additional child we were blessed with was yet another step into the unknown in so many ways.  Moving several times, taking new and different jobs, were all involved in the risks I’ve taken in recent years.

How grateful I am to have even had these opportunities!  Many of them were presented to me, but also, many of them were opportunities I actively pursued.

It’s not all been successful.  I have failed miserably more times than I can count.  But I have also enjoyed success (although I’d define “success” in a much more well-rounded way than some).  I have experienced things I would never experience if I hadn’t stepped out in faith and told myself, Give it a try!

Movies galore

I’ve seen two new movies in the theaters in the past few days, and that is extremely unusual. Fortunately I liked both of them very much. Thursday night I went with Keegan to see the latest Harry Potter movie, and this afternoon Michele and I took Cohen and Brinley to see Ratatouille, the latest Pixar movie. Tristan and Keegan are with their grandparents for the weekend.

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Civil War

Today we decided to attend a Civil War reenactment held nearby at the Lake County Discovery Museum. It was pretty hot outside but well worth some discomfort! And our discomfort was nothing compared to the that of at least 200 people wearing period costume. We had never been to the museum and were pleasantly surprised by it. We’ll definitely go back someday. Michele, Keegan, and I took a lot of pictures and here is a link to a photo album I uploaded this evening. Below is a video I took of part of the battle. Another video taken while there is of a group of people standing around listening to some guys singing Civil War era songs, including Dixieland. It was a great way to spend the afternoon and the kids loved it!


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A gardening weekend

I haven’t been having very productive weekends of late. Usually I am slow to wake up and quick to go back to sleep, much to the chagrin of my wife and kids ;-) This weekend, however — particularly Saturday — I got something accomplished that I’ve wanted to do for a long time: I planted an herb and vegetable garden.

Some time ago I bought 2x12s to make two raised beds, each 4′ x 8′. I tried, and failed, to put them together in a sturdy fashion. Fortunately Keegan succeeded in securing them and with help from Michele, got the frames installed in the backyard in the spot I had chosen. He also filled in part of the top soil I had bought. Saturday, with his help, I was able to complete the whole job including dumping the rest of the 50 bags of topsoil into each garden bed.

Earlier that day, we visited a couple of nearby nurseries. (One of the many nice things about where we live is that everywhere you turn, there are nurseries with tons of variety of things to buy.) We bought some nice tomato plants, and lots of herbs including basil, French tarragon, yarrow, lavender, thyme, chives, bronze fennel, and cilantro. We also bought several plants of columbine and coreopsis — the latter is a beautiful, blood red color rather than the usual bright or pale yellow. Then we planted a row of sunflowers as well.

I am really pleased with the results. The garden space is small but manageable, and I especially look forward to harvesting lots of yummy, homegrown tomatoes along with fresh basil. In a few weeks I also will plant some additional crops for a fall harvest (e.g. lettuce, beans, peas).

In the meantime, the window boxes planted about a month ago are doing extremely well and we’ve added several hanging baskets with impatiens vinca to the front deck. For my birthday, my mother bought me several nice perennials that need to be planted, too. And we bought two orandas for our small pond.