Chaparral House

Anna's piano teacher organized a group of students to play at a local nursing home, Chaparral House. The residents were much more infirm than any of us had expected. Several suffered from advanced dementia, everyone was wheelchair-bound.

In addition to the sonatinas and waltzes, a couple of the students sang songs. There was something poignant about teens, too young to understand the nostalgia and regret of songs like Sondheim's “I Remember” or “I Dreamed a Dream,” singing to a group of people who were so close to the end of their lives.

 

Cousins

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Hanukkah doesn’t officially start until Saturday night, but Aunt Debbie hosted the (in)famous cousin’s Hanukkah party a day early. I am posting this from an app on my iPad–practicing blogging away from my laptop in preparation for an upcoming trip to Istanbul.

Trickle Down

My father is a retired minister. For several years after he stepped down from his pastorate, he  served as the interim pastor for several congregations: Fresno, Kauai, Hesperia, Torrence. But now he is really retired. For reals. Which means…he’s a little bored. My mother spends hours each day working on her painting. So dad decided to take a photography class. Then talked himself into buying a new DSLR kit from Costco. Then handed his old DSLR to me. All this to say, I now have a new toy. 

Since the camera was free, I decided that it was perfectly reasonable to treat myself to a new, inexpensive lens. For you camera geeks out there, I sprang for a 50mm f1.8 lens ($100). 

Photos forthcomingI I’m excited! (in case you couldn’t tell).

Timmy!

Tonight is game 4 of the NLCS. The SF Giants are playing the St Louise Cardinals. The series currently stands SF:1 – STL: 2. (The winner of this best-of-seven series will go to the World Series).

For the first time in the post-season, pitcher Tim Lincecum will get to start a game. Timmy used to be the Giants ace — their ACE. He led them to a World Series championship in 2010 and was even great last season. But the Giants starting pitching has been wonky at best. Bumgarner is out of the rotation for now; late-bloomer Ryan Vogelsong is pitching the best of anyone; Barry Zito is in the starting rotation. If you don’t care about baseball, what I just said means nothing to you. But you Giants fans know how unfathomable this present scenario would have been when the 2012 season started.

What is more compelling? The indestructible champion or the hero who has lost his way but has an unexpected chance to rise to greatness?

Rise, Timmy!

Books 14-19: What I’ve Been Reading

Okaaaay…I’ve gotten a little behind on chronicling what I’ve been reading. Playing catch-up:

Book 14: Cutting for Stone by Cutting by Abraham Verghese.
Two friends with very different personalities and reading tastes independently told me that they finished this book in a sitting or two. This book was a good read, but it took me much longer than two sittings to get through. I think it probably had to do with the fact that my two friends are both doctors and Verghese is a doctor. He writes with great animation and detail about medical conditions, illnesses and surgical procedures. The entire novel is more or less set in clinics and hospitals. I enjoyed all of that, but it was a foreign world to me and so took me longer to digest. Verghese has an impressive resume in both writing and medicine. He left a tenured position at a medical school in Tennessee to attend the Iowa Writer’s workshop. He is board certified in three specialities and now teaches at Stanford Medical School. Too bad he’s not very accomplished. There’s a good write up about him in Stanford alumni magazine.

Book 15: Winter’s Bone by Daniel Woodrell
I borrowed this from the Berkeley Public Library on my Kindle. When the book is available, all I have to do is click and zoop-bloop. It’s on my device. I love that. I can see why they made a movie out of Winter’s Bone because it pretty much reads like a screenplay. Plucky teen girl heroine. The Ozarks backwater (if I say “Ozarks” do I also need to say “backwater?”) where everyone cooks and deals crank. A single story arc. Very, very tense. Has anyone seen the movie?

Book 16: A Thousand Years of Good Prayers by YiYun Lee
Beautiful short story collection. It garnered oodles of praise when it came out. Finally got around to reading it. The praise she’s received is well deserved, I’d say. Majorly kickass writer. Oh, and English is her second language. Nice.

Book 17: The Natural by Bernard Malamud
I listened to this as an audiobook (also from BPL). I’m a rather avid baseball fan right now, so I loved Malamud’s wonderful descriptions of the game. I hated the ending, though. Boo.

Book 18: Drifting House by Krys Lee
This is a first short story collection from a friend from writing school. The stories are well written and they are dark, much darker than something like Winter’s Bone, which is scary and violent, but also has a heroine who is able to prevail over her circumstances. The most beautiful parts of this book are the descriptions as characters dance on the edge of exaltation and madness. Krys has said in interviews that she grew up in a home “with violence.” She dedicates the collection to her sister. “To Amy, who knows.”

Book 19: The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald
Another audio book from the BPL. Oh my goodness. I love Fitzgerald’s prose. Listening to it being read made me enjoy it even more. Fitzgerald struggled with personal failure, his wife was looney and they were both drunks. But the mofo could write. If you are at all partial to Fitzgerald, I strongly recommend listening to him being read via audiobook. I’d also love to see this play. There’s a Gatsby movie coming out next summer, but the book is so alive in my imagination right now…I hate how the book is rendered in this trailer. And Leonardo DiCaprio as Jay Gatsby? Nooooooooooo!!!!

Our best selves

It’s Sunday afternoon and I’m sitting in my office eating Cracker Jacks. Cracker Jacks belong on a list of “low-brow” foods I find irresistible: rice krispy treats, marshmallows, s’mores, beef jerky. But I’m also chomping on handfuls of “peanuts and popcorn that make your lips smack” because I’m pooped and I could use a little sugar boost.

Our church is facing a big transition. After 14+ years, it looks like our pastor will be leaving us in the next year or so, in a move that’s related to her husband’s job. Pastor Dana’s move will leave a big hole at Church Without Walls. She’s the only pastor CWOW has ever known and has, over the years, infused the congregation with her unique, compelling, often-quirky personality. She has been full of faith for us as individuals and as a congregation.  A person of her caliber don’t come around everyday (can I get an amen?!).

People have been amazingly supportive and gracious about this transition, but they’ve  also been a little bit freaked out. I’ve been feeling like my job is to remind people that God is good and that things will be okay. And that’s still true. But sitting here, eating my unhealthy snack, I find myself strangely heartened by people’s wide-ranging emotions, even the negative ones. Surges of tears, anger, fear remind me of how much CWOWers really love this community. Our hearts are here. We are bound together. Each of us deeply cares what happens next, and how CWOW will weather this transition. We care so much, in fact, that sometimes we go ARGGGGHHHHH!!!! But even as this happens, we are able to call out the best in one another and help one another look to Jesus.

This is heartening enough that I think I can put the Cracker Jacks away. For now.

Book 13 of 2012: Dictee

I’ve had a rather desultory reading season. I’ve picked up but failed to finish several books. This could have something to do with starting Infinite Jest and feeling like I couldn’t officially start a new book until I finished that one. I put IJ down somewhere around page 300 (of 800) feeling like, “you’re good, but are you really going to be 500-moer-pages good?” Jury is still out on that one.

I did finish Dictee, a collection of poems about identity, the Japanese occupation of Korea and the Korean War by Theresa Hak Kyung Cha. Cha was a Cal grad and poet who published Dictee in the early 80’s. The week her book was published–that very week!–she was murdered by a stranger in what appears to have been a truly random act of violence.

Dictee itself is strange, beautiful in parts, difficult. But it did yield a lovely line that is my current top choice as an epigraph to my novel: “The memory is the entire.”

The Last Days of Hedgebrook

I had to take care of some Goldman School work, so I brought my computer down to the wifi zone. The post I uploaded via my phone looks pretty good!

Including today, I have four more days here before I leave. My prayer and my hope for the time that remains is that I spend it working on the things I could best do while here and have the wisdom to defer the things I know I could continue working on at home. As you think of it, please pray for my “last days.”