dual personalities

Month: March, 2021

“We’re all between perdition and the deep blue sea”*

by chuckofish

I had a very busy week at work and I hardly left the house. No trips to the recycling center or the Post Office to break up the monotony. I poked around in my yard from time to time, cutting daffodils, but it rained a lot, so I really didn’t go outside much. Our lives have been reduced to a very small scale indeed. If it weren’t for Zoom meetings, who would I see but the OM?

(Yes, I am grateful he is here!)

Thankfully I get to FaceTime with this precious babe who is taking after her namesake and dressing in my favorite neutral–leopard print. She is clearly feeling the vibe. (I think I need a jumpsuit!)

This weekend I plan to clean up the Florida Room in anticipation of warmer weather and being able to move all my houseplants out there soon. And I hope the wee babes will find time to come over and wreck havoc at our house. Life would be way too neat and tidy without them.

I’ll watch a movie from my Lenten List, because Easter is coming sooner than you think–two weeks! Maybe I’ll watch La vita è bella (1997) although it is a hard one, because the little fellow in it really reminds me of another little fellow I know.

But we need to watch, lest we forget what can actually happen. People who openly talk about re-education camps and deprogramming don’t seem to be able to make those connections.

Well, I’m feeling like some Ben Folds. How about you?

Yes, life barrels on like a runaway train. It won’t be too long until I am packing up my stuff in the office I haven’t been to in a year. And that’s okay with me.

“Rejoice always, pray without ceasing, give thanks in all circumstances”

*Frank Loesser, “Praise the Lord and Pass the Ammunition”

Can’t shoot no breeze with a bunch of trees*

by chuckofish

“Hello? Pan Am?”

How’s it going? We are on “spring break” all week, so we are doing well. No grand plans or parties (like the baby shower last spring break!) but we are making the most of the time off from work. DN and I do enjoy hanging out with Katie at the same time, as opposed to the playtime shifts that working from home requires.

Since aunt Mary showed the floral ensemble yesterday, I simply had to show the animal dress she also sent darling Katie (above). How cute is that?

This photo pairing really shows the true Katie, second to second. Contemplating a new toy with great focus (and ladylike crossed ankles!), then tearing her socks off and eating them, rings rolling.

Here Katie is showing off her lunging skills. (And DN Is showing off his photography skills.) I haven’t done yoga in over a year, and she has far surpassed any flexibility I ever had. Still on the way to crawling, and excited about this clearance from the floor!

🙂

*”Lonesome Polecat,” the tune which popped into my head the other day, and which Katie loved. (I sing a lot of songs during diaper changes.) We watched this great scene together and she was delighted.

Wednesday Craft Update

by chuckofish

My sister consistently posts about darling Katie and my mom covered the weekend, so I’m left posting about my craft updates. Oh well, I am who I am.

The Jefferson City Public Library had a book sale this weekend and I made out like a bandit. I got a bunch of DVDs and several records. Tell me this Peter and the Wolf wasn’t a find for a $1! And also the Judds.

I made a new pouch style this weekend.

Pretty cute, if I do say so myself. I also started working on a new endeavor–adult clothing, tunics specifically. Putting the pattern together required quite a bit of floor time.

And then cutting it out! I need one of those garden kneelers!

The end result is not quite ready for primetime, so I’ll leave with this, instead. BONUS KATIE CONTENT.

Someone was quite pleased with her darling ensemble. Oh Mylanta, I can’t handle it.

And neither could Katie!

Un peu de culture on Tuesday

by chuckofish

Tomorrow is the birthday of Rudolf Nureyev. Born on a Trans-Siberian train in 1938, Nureyev was the son of Tartar Muslims and he spent his childhood and youth in Ufa, capital of the Soviet Republic of Bashkir. He is generally regarded as the greatest male ballet dancer of his generation and one of the greatest of all time. I certainly grew up thinking so. His defection to the West in 1961 caused quite a sensation, but his guest appearance on The Muppet Show in 1978 made it the show everyone wanted to appear in. Soon celebrities were lining up to appear on the show.

Here’s the real thing, with Margo Fonteyn…

“I will defend the absolute value of Mozart over Miley Cyrus, of course I will, but we should be wary of false dichotomies. You do not have to choose between one or the other. You can have both. The human cultural jungle should be as varied and plural as the Amazonian rainforest. We are all richer for biodiversity. We may decide that a puma is worth more to us than a caterpillar, but surely we can agree that the habitat is all the better for being able to sustain each.”

― Stephen Fry, The Fry Chronicles 

“Into the quiet cardigan harbor of my life”*

by chuckofish

Once again I was reminded that I am approaching 65 and that I don’t bounce back from things like medical procedures the way I used to. It took days to recover from having my port taken out! I spent most of Friday napping and the few errands that daughter #1 and I ran on Saturday wore me out. Just call me Oldie Hawn.

But we watched The Quiet Man (1952) on Saturday night (St. Patrick’s Day approaches) and I stayed awake through the whole wonderful thing.

The Quiet Man is another one of those movies we can recite practically in its entirety from memory (and with an Irish brogue) and to whose location we have made a pilgrimage. Monument Valley is next on the list of pilgrimages, but who knows when that will actually happen, what with the goal posts of COVID restrictions being constantly moved.

The wee babes did not come over as usual on Sunday night because their other grandmother has returned from Florida and her presence in town takes precedence over all. I do not begrudge her this, but it was still disappointing. The OM was all set to barbecue! C’est la vie. (See John Wayne’s face above.)

In order to get out of the resultant Slough of Despond, I did not watch a movie from my lenten list, but instead watched Uncle Buck (1989), a go-to anti-depressant for me.

I felt better (and thinner).

Now it is the beginning of a busy work week. Zoom meetings galore. Onward and upward.

*But having sailed some time ago
into the quiet cardigan harbor of my life
out of earshot of the siren songs
that lure men onto reefs of foolishness
not to mention the bridges of bravado,
it’s enough to let the soap bubble
of that Hank Mobley thought drift
slowly across the living room and burst
with no warning, much to the amazement of the cat.

Billy Collins

Time travel

by chuckofish

For a change of pace and because I have nothing else to say, let’s imagine that time travel is possible. There are no language barriers and we don’t have to worry about being seen or disrupting the space-time continuum. The only rules are that you can’t go back to relive any part of your own life, and you can’t choose to witness big events — no vital biblical scenes (e.g. the last supper), no conquest of Everest, major battles or great scientific discoveries. The time machine will send you to some random day in the year and place you choose. Here are my picks represented via paintings, one for each season.

I’d definitely pay a spring visit to the ancient Near East c. 710 BC. I’d probably choose Nineveh rather than Jerusalem, but I liked this 19th century British watercolor better than the alternatives I found, so I settled for the latter.

Since I would definitely avoid the Near East in summer, I think I’ll choose Port Clyde, Maine c. 1925, as envisioned by N.C. Wyeth. I could spend the better part of the day scrambling along the rocks and then head home to drink tea, read, chat (assuming I had company) and play board games. I’d fall asleep to the sound of the ocean.

I can imagine a rainy autumn afternoon in Vermont, c. 1850. (Modern painting by Albert Gruppe.) After I have finished my daily chores, I might take a walk to visit a friend or just get some fresh air.

As for winter, you can drop me into the Netherlands in c. 1610 as represented by Pieter Brueghel the younger. I have no connection to the place other than liking the painting, but why not try something new?

I could go on and on, but I’ll stop here. The exercise has reinforced my growing tendency to withdraw from the world to simpler, if not better, times. I miss knowing where I stand and how I fit in. Everything is so topsy-turvy right now that I’m having a hard time keeping track of the new orthodoxies, which seem so determined to correct bad habits and redress wrongs that they are destined to throw the baby out with the bathwater (if I may use an old cliché without offending anyone). Excuse me while I go fiddle with my time machine…

And have a great weekend!

“Must be getting early, clocks are running late”*

by chuckofish

Daylight Savings time starts on Sunday. The days will start to be longer and that’s okay with me.

I finished reading The Eighth Day by Thornton Wilder last week and I really enjoyed it. It’s been a long time since I’ve read any fiction of substance where interesting characters express interesting thoughts.

“I have long noticed that people who talk to those closest to them only about what they eat, what they wear, the money they make, the trip they will or will not take next week—such people are of two sorts. They either have no inner life, or their inner life is painful to them, is beset with regret or fear.”

I started to re-read The Bridge of San Luis Rey and I’m also reading a biography of R.C. Sproul.

This article about The Pilgrim’s Progress was interesting. I remember it was a favorite of the boy when he was a child. I think it is true that while “the Christian allegory is inescapable and unmissable for adults, for younger readers Bunyan’s book can read like an exciting fantastical adventure featuring more than its fair share of peril, drama, and creative invention.”

“When Theodore Roosevelt died, the Secretary of his class at Harvard, in sending classmates a notice of his passing, added this quotation from ‘Pilgrim’s Progress’: ‘My sword I give to him that shall succeed me in my pilgrimage, and my courage and skill to him that can get it. My marks and scars I carry with me, to be a witness for me that I have fought His battles who now will be my rewarder.'” (FDR)

It may be time to re-read this classic as well.

I didn’t watch any movies on my lenten list this week, but I will this weekend. I did watch Go For Broke! (1951), which I had never seen. It is the real-life story of the 442nd, which was composed of Americans born of Japanese parents, many of whom were in internment camps back in the U.S. Fighting in the European theater during WWII, this unit became the most heavily decorated unit for its size and length of service in the history of the U.S. Army, as well as one of the units with the highest casualty rates.

It starred Van Johnson who was nearly a foot taller than most of his co-stars, which seemed kind of racist, but was probably just illustrative of the truth. It wasn’t the best war movie ever, but I enjoyed it and I learned something. The screenplay by Robert Pirosh was nominated for an Academy Award in 1951. Back then they knew how to make different characters knowable and distinctive in a very short time and this film was very effective in doing that.

In other news, yesterday afternoon I finally got my PowerPort removed and that is a great relief. It’ll leave a scar, but Yay.

It has been raining and it is supposed to rain off and on all weekend. We will endeavor to have a good weekend anyway!

*Grateful Dead, Touch of Grey

The darling dispatch

by chuckofish

I am a broken record on this blog, but I don’t think anyone is complaining that this weekly post always amounts to “Katie continues to move / groove / be adorable.” We are lucky that this is the case!

Whenever we get out the basket full of rattles, I sing “Mr. Bones feels rattlin’! Ha ha” to myself…
“Guess How Much I Love You,” indeed!

Katie visited the doctor this week and was declared “very healthy.” I had the experience of a parent at the parent-teacher conference of an “A” student, who wanted the doctor to articulate every which way that Katie is “very healthy.” I also went to the appointment armed with questions since it’s been 3 whole months since we saw the doctor. His response to most of them was, “She is happy? And gaining weight? She’s fine!” The exception was when he said “It’s wintertime?” in response to my question about a dry patch on Katie’s foot. Good to know!! (I do think, as a “pandemic mom” with basically no real-time comparisons for my baby, I get a pass for being a little neurotic.)

Now for the fun updates:

Katie can pull herself up to kneeling, which affords her the great privilege of banging on the coffee table and reaching for remotes and coffee cups. (You might notice that they are all pushed to the far edge in the above gif.) I finally child-proofed the shelves on the TV credenza, and now it seems like “all surfaces” are up next.

One…more…inch!!

My photography is getting a little shoddy, as evidenced here, but it is because I have to keep more than one eye on Katie at all times now. Here she is exercising her reaching skills, often employed in the service of finding and grabbing non-toys. (Classic.)

The most fun reaching and climbing takes place on top of a parent — I have officially become a jungle gym.

I know this is bunny-mother role reversal, but this is how I picture Katie gearing up to climb “Mount Mommy,” as my mother described it.

In general, she continues to explore everything in ways that sometimes seem quite silly…

“Is this a book or a bracelet?”

but are, of course, quite brilliant when you really think about it. (There’s that broken record!)

What’s the story all about?

by chuckofish

Do you ever have those days where you get dressed and you look okay and then you get to work and catch your reflection in something and you’re just like OH MYLANTA this outfit is unflattering!?? Just me? Okay. Well, let’s just say, my outfit did me no favors today. This tends to make me cranky.

Anyway, the most exciting thing that happened to me this weekend (other than getting my parents their first round of vaccines) was a trip to Columbia to pick up a fresh case of wine. On the drive back I heard Suzy Bogguss and Mary Chapin Carpenter on the radio. This really put me in the mood for some 90s country women.

This is what I heard on the radio–from 1995–not one of my go to’s but I’m always down to hear Mary on the radio!

Both of these videos are such 90s country videos.

Later, on Sunday, Allison Krauss made excellent sewing music. I also learned that Suzy Bogguss covered this song.

And since we’re talking about 90s country, we have to have some Shania.

Everyone is always so nostalgic for the 90s as if things were so much better then. But were they? I mean, the worst three years of my life (can you say Nipher Middle School) occurred during the 90s…but I digress.

Hope these brought you back to the good old days of the 90s before the internet ruined our lives.

Total serenity

by chuckofish

Therefore, since we are justified by faith, we have peace with God through our Lord Jesus Christ. Through him we have obtained access to this grace in which we stand, and we rejoice in our hope of sharing the glory of God. More than that, we rejoice in our sufferings, knowing that suffering produces endurance, and endurance produces character, and character produces hope, and hope does not disappoint us, because God’s love has been poured into our hearts through the Holy Spirit which has been given to us.

Romans 5: 1-5

Take a deep breath. This is the day which the Lord hath made. Happy Tuesday.