North Carolina

Ashley and I took a short trip to North Carolina last week to care for our cousin's children while she and her husband were away. We returned home last night after 6 days in a small college town. While there wasn't an abundance of entertainment or shopping where we were located, there also wasn't a lack of life's simple things to do and enjoy, things such as walking to the grocery store every day (why drive when it's only 6 blocks away?); taking a run or walk around the college's 100 year old East Campus, where a gravel path is bordered with a stone wall on one side and stately trees on the other; indulging in delicious coffee and pastries (all organic and/or local ingredients) from local restaurants; seeing a wonderful friend who made time to drive in and visit with me over the weekend; taking in a delightful children's museum; visiting a vintage clothing store and an old bookshop on a rainy day; and spending time with little cousins who can deplete your energy level faster than you can blink.

While I missed my home (maybe, more specifically, the family that makes my home what it is), I can't say that I missed the area in which I live; a place on the map known for it's consumerism and shopping overkill, it's amusement parks and ginormous stadiums. It is an area with so much pointless entertainment to offer that people often complain when they don't get to visit the movie theater more than a couple of times a week, or feel that for stay-cations they have to go down the road to the massive, uber-expensive hotel with the indoor water park so that their kids won't be "bored" and deprived of endless entertainment.

I have to say that I simply cannot fathom the seeming inability of function that people experience when deprived of tv, aimless shopping, and amusement park day passes. The word "bored" gets bandied around quite a bit, but I personally feel as though I have yet to know what boredom is. If you can learn to appreciate the solitary moments that a porch swing can offer you on a crisp fall day, or the stillness of a morning when the only sounds are those of birds singing so far above you in trees that you cannot see them, or the gentle pelting of the rain against the roof and windows, or the sunlight filtering through the trees as you amble down a leaf-strewn sidewalk - if you can hear, see, and feel the life in God's creation around you, then you will never, ever know boredom again. And yes, you can experience it wherever you are. I may not be able to enjoy the changing of the seasons like other parts of the country, but I can sit outside and take in a hummingbird gathering nectar around the garden, monarch butterflies filling the air on their way to Mexico, bees gathering pollen from my mom's flowers, and the breath-taking sunsets or gathering storms visible from the kitchen window. I can enjoy the feel of a book in my hands, the pleasure of turning the pages and getting lost in a good story, and a delicious cup of tea while I reflect in my journal.

I must confess I am tired of the ridiculous contest Americans challenge each other with: the "who can be busiest and have the least amount of time on any given day" game. Why can't we enjoy a simple life with simple pleasures; why do we feel the need to be so busy, distracted, and frantic in our daily lives?

That said (rant ponderings over now), I was glad to be there and not have to be anywhere, and I'm looking forward with great anticipation to another week of delightful simplicity when my family heads off to Maine next Tuesday. In the meantime, some pictures as a reward for making it this far through my ramblings. :)

Yes, that IS a Caribou Coffee! I tried a delectable drink that was more dessert than beverage: a mint mocha topped with whipped cream and Andes mints. yum!! I had to share with Ashley as I couldn't possibly finish it on my own.

One of many tree lined streets. Actually, it being North Carolina, there aren't any streets that don't have trees lining them.

Better even than discovering a Caribou Coffee nearby was finding a Trader Joe's! We had no idea there was one nearby, so when we spotted it we braked and swerved but missed the turn in, so we sped on to the next exit, somehow managed to find our way back, and did some damage to our wallets before heading back to pick up little cousin #1 from school.

At the children's musuem of Life and Science, this was part of an exhibit! It is an example of how math is involved/used in quilting. I was won over after seeing it. Another example of math using knitting would have made my visit complete, but one can't have it all. :)

This alligator's stare was almost unnerving. He looked as though he were plotting an escape from the tank and a revenge attack on the visitors gawking at him...

Sunday morning on East Campus. I was trying to capture the auditorium centering the main campus drive and unfortunately just captured a part of it peeking from behind trees off in the distance. Oh well.

Boring

"The reality is that boring is what most people are actually yearning for—they just don’t know it. Boring is having no people to see, no tasks to accomplish, no expectations to meet, no pressures to deal with—it is the ideal adventure. People go halfway around the world to find a secluded beach or a remote cabin or a mountain chalet, just so they can do nothing. It is dull people who have to be stimulated constantly. Something has always got to be going on.

Most modern men and women are addicted to the razzle-dazzle. We want wow. And we want it now. Our whole culture, from popular entertainment to corporate management, is predicated on the idea that our lives ought to be defined by a frenetic go-go-go sense of busyness. There is no time to reflect. No time to think. No time to do anything at all except be busy."

-Dr. George Grant. Read the rest here.

Lovely Summer Days

I can't remember ever having an August as comfortable and cool as we have had this year. After weeks of warm (but far from oppressive) 90 degree temperatures, we experienced a warm front with temperatures reaching highs of 100+. Last week a cool front came through and knocked the temperatures down to the 80's daytime, 60's at night. I could almost believe I live in some other state, this is so unlike Texas! On Saturday I took a walk in my local park and noted the flowing creek (usually dry this time of year), the clear blue sky dotted with snow-white clouds, the swooping birds and dainty butterflies that danced in front of me, and the deliciously cool breeze in my face. It was unbelievable for a mid-morning in August. Yesterday, taking advantage of the north winds and sunny skies, I took my book and a cup of green tea out to the backyard hummingbird garden and sat at the garden table. For awhile, all was peaceful (except for occasional shouts from a pool party at a neighbor's house). I was intent on my book when I heard a steady, low chirping. Looking up I saw a hummingbird at the feeder nearby. I watched him above the blooming flowers as he visited again and again, always flying up into a nearby tree before returning for more nectar. Eventually, various birds began to gather at the other feeders and bees began dancing and buzzing around the nearby flowers... and I realized that I was surrounded by nature. I couldn't read anymore for watching all that was taking place in front of me, but I couldn't imagine a better way to spend a Sunday than being in the middle of my Creator's marvelous handiwork.

Some Quick Observations on Food:

I have so many thoughts I would love to blog on, and for which I especially regret the lack of time to "think aloud" by writing them out. I have had so many questions and thoughts related to topics such as the health care debate, our current economy, our society, politics, etc.,. Theological ponderings I have had lately have been about prayer, God's sovereignty, and so on... Thoughts I do want to share at some point as I (hopefully) find/make time to do so. For now I'll happily point to other blogs/articles/videos that I have enjoyed and found to be useful, and then add my thoughts to them as I can.

First up, this blog post on food by Douglas Wilson. My quick thoughts: I love fresh, home cooked/baked food. It is my preferred meal unless a restaurant somehow manages to do better (which is rare). I love using organic when possible, but must admit that it's expensiveness makes it a luxury I can't often afford. Should I feel guilty then for buying from the corporate owned grocery store down the street what I couldn't buy from Whole Foods Market? I mean, at least I'm buying fruits and vegetables - isn't something better than nothing? You would think so, and yet I know people who are so dogmatic about their organics and their avoidance of corporate-owned stores that they refuse to shop at any place and eat anything that isn't to their personal standard of organic/natural.

My book club met at Starbucks last Saturday evening. The baristas, during a break from the store's busyness, created a tray of bite-sized sandwiches and pastries for us, then brought it over to serve us. I took one (as did my mom and sister), not because I was especially hungry and wanted the bacon and gouda on whole wheat, but because I wanted to show gratitude for their kind effort to serve us. The rest of our group refused the food because it was "corporate" and not from a local source. While I love supporting local businesses (again, when I can), I came away from our meeting with the strongest desire to not be so dogmatic about food that I can never enjoy what is offered to me by someone else who may not hold to my standard of eating. There is so much freedom in being able to see both sides, supporting local business when possible, eating organic when available and affordable, but never feeling guilty if unable to do it and you're forced to shop at (gasp) Target or Wal-Mart. Food is a gift from God, one that we can take pleasure in and enjoy, but it is, like the air we breathe, for our survival more than for our pleasure.

Another quick observation: food refusal often occurs in dieters as well, and I have seen co-workers bake a time-consuming dessert to share at work, only to have 80% of the other co-workers refuse to eat any of it (not even a small, tiny piece) because they were "trying to lose weight". My question: at what point do we become slaves to our food, not so much in consuming, but in not-consuming because of our vanity? Has eating/not eating become a form of idolatry in America? Really, does it ever hurt to just take a piece of something someone has prepared for you and eat it and be thankful for it? (I am not talking to people who would refuse something based on dietary restrictions, i.e,. people with diabetes) Will it make you gain 20 pounds to eat a small piece of cake once when the rest of the time you do a good job of watching what you eat? The same applies to organic foodies: will it really give you cancer to just eat a small piece of something that has preservatives once in a while, especially when it's a rare occurrence for you to do it anyway?

In conclusion: I am not advocating organic vs. non-organic, or corporate vs. local. There is so much to be explored in the food source argument. What I am advocating is a thoughtful approach to food vs. a dogmatic one. Eat organic if you want, buy locally if you want. Eat food with pesticide residue if you want, and shop at the corporate-owned store if that's what you prefer. Be informed but be careful. Please just don't be the kind of person who can't ever enjoy food. Simply eat and be thankful. :)

Summer is Over...

Ah well, I guess summer vacation ended at day 4 as life got very much in the way of more posts. :) It is hard to believe how quickly August has flown by. I return to work this week, so my summer break has officially ended. I have used my break to work on three large projects; one was successfully completed last week, and two more I am still working on. I hope to reveal one of the projects soon...

For now I shall direct your attention to something we are quite proud of:
Landon placed as a semi-finalist in a photography contest by Nature's Best Photography for Students. Way to go little brother!

Summer Vacation: Day 4

Book Four: The English Countryside
Victorian Era

I have a biography of Charlotte Bronte, as well as a collection of letters between the Bronte sisters and their friends. Being a huge fan of the Brontes, I have devoured all I can about their life and how it influenced their writing. I first read Jane Eyre when I was a young teenager. I have since returned to the tale again and again. It is one of few books that I can read and, knowing the story, still have a hard time putting the book down. I remember how surprised I was to learn from biographers that Charlotte Bronte was incurably, ostensibly shy her whole life (as were her sisters, to varying degrees). This simply didn't mesh in my mind as possible for the author of one of the most passionate, enduring (and unlikely) love stories ever written in the English language. How could someone so reserved, with such little life experience, write about a man as dark, brooding, and passionate as Mr. Rochester? Who could ever have conceived of such a protagonist for a romantic story? Yet the love between him and shy, plain Jane Eyre (undoubtedly Miss Bronte, though she may not have realized how much she mirrored her own life into her famous heroine) is not only believable, but has changed the way we see marriage. Thanks to the Bronte's (and others who championed love conquers all), Victorian society began to think about the possibility of marriages that can bridge classes and defeat societal expectations, and not merely arranged for profit, connections, or blood lines. The Bronte's may have been quiet, shy, and content to be away from the lime light (once Charlotte hid herself behind curtains in a friend's parlour during a dinner in her honor), but they felt deeply the injustices they perceived in a cruel society and the life they could never have - they were caught between the genteel life of being the curate's daughters - above the notice of the poor and below the notice of the rich. They lived lonely lives, despite being celebrated authors, and all died young with only one – Charlotte – ever experiencing what they wrote so deeply of: love and marriage.

Reading the Bronte books is like catching brief glimpses into their life, real and imagined, and putting together pieces of a puzzle found in their novels that only end up telling us more about them than their biographers ever could. Most of all, you come away feeling an affinity and connection with them through their stories. In fact, you can only come away feeling as though you know them very well - almost as if you were their friend long ago.

Download or Buy Jane Eyre

My favorite film adaptation to date (it's old and bad quality - somebody please make a version as faithful to the book as this one!)

Charlotte's wiki page

Summer Vacation: Day 3

Alas, I failed to post yesterday due to time constraints and a weird, ongoing problem with Google. Here is yesterday's book:

Milton (a fictional name for Manchester)
Victorian era

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times... So wrote an author that while describing a different era, undoubtedly captured his own in that remarkable paragraph. It was an era marked by disease, famine, progress, hope, despair, and abject poverty that moved Dickens to write his famous novels. The same feelings moved his contemporary (and friend) Elizabeth Gaskell to write about the sweeping changes and fears of progress that typified their era. And while Dickens focused on the working classes primarily, it was Mrs. Gaskell who turned her attention to the complex relationship between masters and men in her timeless novel North and South.

Mr. Thornton owns and operates a mill which produces cotton. Beautiful, courageous Margaret Hale, newly arrived from the verdant countryside in the South of England, opposes the mill (as well as the owner's growing attachment for her). Conflict rears it's ugly head when the mill workers strike for better wages, only to learn that their master is not easily swayed by politics. Soon the unemployed workers begin dying from the hunger, disease, and despair resulting from lack of work. Their story is interwoven with that of the Hales and their own trials and triumphs as they adjust to a new life in Milton. Mrs. Gaskell, like so many of her writer friends, was herself caught between a genteel life and a restricted income. As a curate's wife, she experienced that strange limbo society placed her in - too rich to be poor, too poor to be rich. Undoubtedly the strong emotions and urgent themes present in her novels are the result of her own struggle with life and all of it's joys and contradictions.

Download it, buy it, or listen to it

The movie

Mrs. Gaskell's bio

Summer Vacation: Day 2

London, with a short excursion to Paris during the Reign of Terror

Swashbuckling hero hardly comes to mind when mentioned in conjunction with one of history's darker moments in time, yet it is exactly what one thinks of when the hero is the Scarlet Pimpernel. Daring, adventurous, secretive, romantic – The Scarlet Pimpernel embodies everything a typical British hero is often portrayed as (but, like Americans, hardly ever in reality is :) ). If you like sitting on the edge of your seat and flying through a book just to see whether the hero will live or die and what happens to his beautiful wife, then this book is for you. And yes, I know that the book's author isn't really British, but as she did live there for most of her life, it seemed enough to make her an honorary inclusion to my list.

Buy or download it

The book's wiki page

Baroness Orczy's bio

My Summer Vacation

I am someone who loves to travel. Sadly, I am not an heiress who can simply hop up from her chair and go on a whim. Each trip takes careful thought as to cost and time away from work and home. I rarely escape during summertime, as the expense of travel “in season” puts it out of budget for this frugal, would-be jetsetter. My trips are generally taken during “off seasons” when a dollar stretches just a little bit farther in cities otherwise known for thinning your wallet on even the simplest and most inexpensive necessities.

So here I am, another summer at home, biding time until my mid-fall trip. Everyone else is on their way to exciting destinations – or, in any case, cooler destinations. To avoid envy and discontent while I wait out the 100+ degree summer, there is clearly only one thing to do: travel vicariously through books. Any destination desired is within reach of my bookshelf (or local library). I can cross time zones effortlessly without worrying about jet lag. I can even travel back in time into a favorite historical period without having to strap myself into some sort of futuristic time machine. In short, I can create the ultimate vacation that will not only encompass the greatest cities in the world, but also their multiple historical periods. Why not, I thought, choose the place one has always longed to visit, and a time period in which one has always wanted to live, and create the perfect summer trip which is traveled from the inimitable comfort of home?

So I decided to create an imaginary itinerary. Where to go and for how long? After much thought I realized that most of my favorite books are by British authors (the great writers England has produced is incomparable to any other nation thus far), so it only makes sense to travel to the UK for my summer journey. I plan on traipsing through a different book each day for a week (please note that I am reviewing books already finished - there is simply no way I could seriously read through an entire book in one day!). I hope you enjoy my journey as much as I shall enjoy sharing some of my favorite authors and books with you in my hopeful attempt to imagine myself away from the summer heat. :)

Day One (Book One): Bath, England

Year 1817 - Regency Era

I would be a remiss travel guide if I neglected to start with a universally acknowledged authoress, whose wit and wisdom in six (finished) novels continue to bridge time and culture to capture the heart of every woman who has dreamed of finding a Darcy, and every man who has dreamed of finding a Lizzie. Shall I throw in an early surprise on your trip? We will not read Pride and Prejudice on this journey. Rather than set our romantic hearts fluttering for a hero we will never have the opportunity to meet, we will travel within a book that contains a little less romance (is that really possible for Austen?) and which is set in a town more suitable for a summer escape. You may have guessed now that I speak of Northanger Abbey.

Ms. Austen's shortest novel follows a young girl on her first outing from home, in the fashionable seaside resort town of Bath. Naïve, pretty, sweet, occasionally showing some wisdom but often falling short of it, Catherine Morland is certainly the silliest of Ms. Austen's otherwise brilliant heroines. But this novel isn't meant to be taken seriously; in fact, it was written to parody the hugely popular (and largely forbidden) gothic romance novels that were devoured by impressionable young women in Ms. Austen's time. We are meant to laugh at dark castles with imaginary pasts, a seemingly authoritative and menacing father, a brutish suitor, an impossibly patient friend (and eventual love interest) and a heroine who conjures up impossible plots to fulfill her vivid imagination. Thankfully, at the end of the story, Catherine is wiser, humbler, and (amazingly) loved by a noble clergyman.

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Jane Austen bio
Bath, England

Speaking of Ms. Austen:

the BBC released this promo for Emma a couple of weeks ago. I'm just not sure about this version...

I know, I know, the book purist inside me sometimes gets in the way of my enjoyment of adapted-from-a-favorite-novel films, but I do make exceptions sometimes. For instance, if the film doesn't deviate too much from the original story and if the spirit of the novel remains (i.e., if the filmmakers don't try to modernize or to politicize it), then I can usually overlook a few things; however, the scene of Emma bursting into the library and blurting out something like "I'm never going to get married" is a little strange. Not Austen-like if you know what I mean. I'm just not sure what to expect from the rest. I am still looking forward to it though since I'll watch almost any period drama the BBC puts out.

Another one I'm looking forward to is the new Cranford. I loved the original mini-series almost as much as the book itself (and did I mention I'm hard to please? :) ) If only I didn't have to wait so long for it to hit the USA. Sigh.

I Was Not Invited *Sigh*

A Jane Austen fan throws the ultimate party for Austen lovers in Chawton.

Summer Fun

Here we are enjoying a recent Texas Rangers vs. Detroit Tigers game at the Ballpark in Arlington. I guess we like baseball - this was the 2nd baseball game in a month for my family and the 3rd time for me. :)

Parker, Mom, and Landon about to head in.

We had four tickets from a rained out game and then 3 that we bought at the last minute (the tickets were reduced drastically for the home games last week). So Mom, Parker, and Lexi sat on this side of the ballpark and the rest of us were on the other side, exactly opposite from this picture.

Sometime during the game, Mom, Parker and Lexi moved to these seats - long, long story...

but the seats were much better!

For whatever reason (discounted tickets? $1 hotdog night?) the game was packed that night.

We joined them near the game's end. Here Hunter passes mom a ball of yarn that I wanted her to see. (yes, I was knitting at the game...)

Families have so much fun together. :)

All-American 4th of July

For our 4th, Dad surprised us with tickets to a minor league baseball game.

What could possibly be closer to an all-American celebration than watching two teams play ball in a game that lasted 5 hours? It was my first experience at a minor league game and I was pleasantly surprised at how enjoyable it was. The commercialism at the major league games is sometimes disconcerting. The absurd amount of money the players make, their oft-publicized drug abuses (so that they can make record hitters, home runs, or whatever), and the way we have to be entertained while being entertained is often discouraging.

However, there is an escape from major league theatrics in the form of the minor leagues.

A baseball game in every sense of the word, it was pure Americana at it's best. The field was small, there wasn't any absurd entertainment (wow, we actually watched a game being played) and the players make next to nothing, which leads me to believe that if they play without a big salary, then they must play because they love the game.*

Kathryn (above) and Ellie (below) taking it all in.

zzz... Ellie konks out, much like I wanted to do around the 7th inning

A lot of baseball greats have played on this field: Babe Ruth, Lou Gehrig, Jackie Robinson, and Joe DiMaggio to name a few.

A spectacular fireworks show followed the game.

Naturally, all photos by Landon

*Disclaimer: I don't believe sports players should make next-to-nothing, only that the millions the major league guys make doesn't seem to inspire them to actually play well. They will make money regardless of how they perform, while minor league players often "pass a hat" to give money to the guy who scored for the home team, making these players to be seemingly genuine lovers of the sport.

Monday Morning Random Thoughts

Everyone is advising Sarah Palin right now. Just look at all the op-eds written over the weekend, and it doesn't seem to be slowing down anytime soon. If Ms. Palin quit office to get away from criticism, she only incited it all the more from conservatives and liberals alike. One can't help but feel a little sorry for the once upon a time, would-be political star. Like so many other celebrities, she was picked up by the media because of her newness, only to be chewed, swallowed, and spat out again and again for the duration of her brief political career. Some stars relish being taken apart and followed everywhere because it puts their face into yours through magazine covers and TMZ, while some of them just quietly court the paparazzi and die-hard reporters. Some try to ignore or maybe hide from them. And some, like Ms. Palin, just give up in the face of the feeding frenzy. You can't blame her as much as simply feel sorry for her - and be reminded why it is hard, very hard to be a fish swimming upstream when everyone is pushing you back downstream.

If Ms. Palin is reading any of the advice so freely offered lately, it is my hope she reads these two pieces. And if she doesn't, maybe you should, just in case you ever thought about running for political office. :)

July 4th

Happy Independence Day!

Summer Visitor

Every summer these quiet and unobtrusive visitors arrive for an extended stay.

There is nothing to describe the breathtaking delight of encountering the hummingbirds as they search for nectar in the gardens at our house. In the quiet morning, if you catch them at work, you can hear them humming and watch as they drift between flowers. Sometimes their movements remind me of a helicopter in flight.

photos were taken this week by Landon on location in his hummingbird garden. :)

Take A Tour Today...

and take it from the comfort of your home - or office - or wherever you are. :)

My brothers filmed a wedding at our church recently and Landon, in his free time when he wasn't filming, took the following pictures of our lovely church building. I couldn't resist sharing his photos with you.

(above and below) This is the main entrance to the sanctuary.

(below) The chancel

(above) The sanctuary with a small view of the sides which are lined with stained glass windows.
(below) A view of the side aisle, lined with arches on one side and stained glass windows on the other

(below) The nativity depicted in one of the windows

(above) The sanctuary from the front
(below) and from the back

(above) The entrance to the children's garden

The children's garden, a lovely, reflective spot that is unfailingly peaceful and cool, whatever the time of day.

Thanks, Landon! :)

Spring Piano Recital

That time of year again...

When Parker and Lexi must perform in a piano recital.

It's a family trait to be nervous before a performance. Nothing you can do helps. We have a cousin who even tried hypnosis once (didn't work).

But once they get going, Parker and Lexi perform beautifully.

Parker played Prelude op. 28, no. 15 by Chopin.

Lexi played Etude op. 10, no. 3 by Chopin and Rhapsody in E flat major, op. 119 by Brahms.

They were the last ones to close out the recital. The thunderous applause following both of their performances was either for them or for the fact that the recital was finally over and the nodding heads in the audience could at last go hit their pillows at home.

Here Lexi poses post-performance.

Lexi reflecting in the empty hall.

She decides to be dramatic for the camera (above and below).

Hunter sits outside of the hall.

Here Landon played with his camera while waiting for everyone to finish visiting and doing reception clean-up.

All pictures were taken by Landon.