sometimes birthdays come in pairs. you’re likely to reading this on tuesday, the birthday of my lovely mother, joy louise yoder eversole. isn’t she cute? just as my dad taught me a lot, mom did, too. mom read out loud to us, and created little family traditions like making doughnuts when the first snow came. she taught me to stick to my convictions, and to not care about what the world thinks. mom has a knack for attracting people who need someone to talk to and find her to be a good listener. i’d like to think that i share that trait. she did her best to teach me to be responsible – to keep my room clean and to peel potatoes and to grow a garden. (i’m still working on those things.) when my parents came to visit us at our new house this spring, mom spent most of her time pulling weeds and simply doing things that need to be done. she taught me to serve others without complaining. she taught me to take walks for pleasure. she taught me to look for bargains and shop at thrift stores whenever possible. she makes the best broccoli salad ever, and she committed a huge portion of her life to putting the needs of our family before her own. i love you, mom!
112537234167029397 August 29, 2005
the great thing about getting married on september 4 is that we’ll always have a three-day weekend to celebrate our anniversary. tonight, the wonderful husband pricelined a fabulous hotel for a weekend in toronto.
“what are you doing this weekend?”
“oh, we’re just leaving the country for a few days.”
happy first anniversary to us! i’ll save the reflections on being married for a year for later.
when did priceline become a verb?
in honor of our anniversary week, take note of how cute daniel and i were when we first met each other (upper right of the page). super-blaze will return soon.
thugs making rugs
this morning i drive an hour and a half to see one of my kids – an 18-year-old boy in residential drug rehab. he’s essentially and orphan – his mom, stepdad, brother and stepbrother have all died, and he doesn’t really have a relationship with his biological father. he has a history of felony charges, mostly related to burglaries that seemed like a good idea when he was high. he’s from “the bottoms,” which is sort of a violent, appalachian ghetto at its worst, and his family has had a lot of violence. (his older brother threatened my life at one point.) but this kid is one of the gentlest, most responsible kids i know. the staff at his treatment facility never have any concerns, and he’s a role model for the other kids.
anyway, i was talking to him about his schedule this morning, and he mentioned that every afternoon he does “clean and sobers.” clean and sobers are activities to practice having fun without using drugs. i asked him what he does, and he says, “watch movies, play board games, crochet…” as it turns out, my boy is a crochet maniac. he’s made fluffy yarn pillows for his sisters, and showed me the most beautiful afghan that he’s working on. the kid is a crafting genius! (i crochet, but i really only have the patience for hats and scarves.) his counselor told me that all of the boys are doing it, and they call it “thugs making rugs.”
that was, most definitely, the highlight of my day.
PC185549 August 28, 2005
by the time most of you read this, it will be monday, and my father’s 51st birthday. happy birthday, dad! dad has never hesitated to spend lazy weekend mornings with us, as the photographic evidence shows. some of my favorite times with him as i was growing up were our hardee’s dates on saturday mornings – i would get cinnamon rasin biscuits, and we would both read the chicago tribune. i think i got my love of reading from him, and he first introduced me to public radio, among other things. when my brother and i had an 8:30 bedtime, we could usually get him to let us stay up the extra half hour to finish watching the a-team or macgyver. dad has always unconditionally supported matthew (my brother) and i, giving us room to make our own decisions and letting us know that he is always there when we’re in a pinch. dad is also one of the most giving people i know, both of his time and money, to things that he believes are important. dad taught me to love God with my mind and my actions more than my words. i know he thinks i border on being a communist at times, and he wanted me to become an optometrist instead of a social worker, but as long as we avoid in-depth political debates, it’s all good.
i love you, dad! happy birthday!
112516518655904556 August 27, 2005
happy saturday, dear ones!
i’m sitting with my second and a half cup of coffee, listening to this american life, and just feeling happy in general that i have no huge responsibilities today, and can take the time to think about whatever crosses my mind…
… like the chronicles of narnia. when i was a child, my parents encouraged me to read, my mom read out loud to us, my dad always had a book in hand at night. i was one of those kids who always said “just let me finish this chapeter,” before washing the dishes or going outside or whatever else i should have been doing. but we were never really encouraged to read the fantastical, allegorical stories that everyone else read – narnia, a wrinkle in time, etc. i still prefer realistic fiction and creative nonfiction, but harry potter has inspired me to catch up on the stories that i left behind. i just finished “the lion, the witch and the wardrobe” for the first time, and am working on “the silver chair”. what can i say? i’m falling in love with aslan.
…a few days ago, ed fladung asked why i didn’t go surfing in sayulita when we were in puerto vallarta. alice and megan went after i left (they were there a couple of days longer than me). i want to surf, but i’m not sure i trust my ability to swim enough.
…i promised more details on my first night of school. i’m taking two classes – theories and techniques of counseling, and heuman development. theories is first, with dr. hall. he’s my advisor, and i think he may end up becoming one of my professional heros. his class was really motivating, and i just kept thinking about how glad i was to be there, and how this is really what i want to do with my life. quote of the class:
“the client is the expert of their story. we are the experts of facilitating dialogue about the story.”
i can dig that.
my second class is slightly less inspiring so far, but the professor is very sincere, and seems to be trying hard to get us to interact and discuss things. it’s interesting to me that we have a lot more assignments in a 2 hour credit class than dr. hall’s 3 hours, but that’s ok. the highlight of class was watching “everyone rides the carousel,” an animated 70s movie about eric erikson’s eight stages of life. a little hippie-drippy, but it gets the point across…
it’s raining again, and i’m hungry.
112505525292927371 August 26, 2005
i think i’m going to love grad school.
details later – now i have to drive to cincinnati to pick up a kid.