Monday, September 24, 2018

Nooooooooooooooooo . . . send it over here

https://www.hindustantimes.com/world-news/hurricane-florence-death-toll-climbs-to-17-flooding-fears-surge-as-rivers-rise/story-l0hudSBdF6EyROjIY4l3iK.html



        The weather forecast said that more rain was expected to hit the east coast.  Meanwhile, the map indicates fires still burning on the west coast.  It's been dry. 


https://www.predictiveservices.nifc.gov/outlooks/monthly_seasonal_outlook.pdf

 My breathing feels much like it did during winters in Utah.  My skin feels as if I have been rolling in fiberglass.  I feel bad and pray for those who have lost so much due to Florence and the amount of time that they will spend attempting to rebuild . . . 

https://www.newsweek.com/hurricane-florence-aftermath-sparks-deadly-tornado-virginia-exactly-14-years-1126185

I wish there could be a happy balance.  I wish there was a cost effect way to remove the water from the east coast and send it to the west.

Sunday, September 23, 2018

West Coast (specifically Myrtle Creek) Painted Rocks



Last year I found this rock out by the mailbox. 

Jenna has kept it in her collection all this time. 


On the back of the rock are instructions to post #WCPR (west coast painted rocks) which and has been on a mission to paint and hide rocks herself.  We had placed a quarter (coin) in the picture to show the size of the rocks. These are the ones which we plan to hide today after church


But first, she decided to put her "Alien" painted rock next to the mailbox where we had found the first


As Jenna grabbed each rock, she thought about places she could hide them that would be unique to the area. 

            She'd like to hide the candy corn near a business as Halloween is coming up and would be a reminder to all businesses to buy their candy.


            She wants to put the jack-o-lantern near a house because Halloween is coming up and will remind homeowner to decorate



           She wants to put the footprint on the trail



            And the gingerbread house (which she has decided to give up)


leaning against a tree because it reminds her of a "fairy garden" we used to visit near a tree. The eggplant


near a men's restroom as a joke as because guys "plant their seeds in the egg" in order to grow a child.  She thought it fitting to have something outside the women's restroom as well and chose one of only three rocks which I painted



Thought hard about where to place the thumb or toe (however you look at it)


before deciding on the children's playground as a reminder for the "thumbkin" song we had both learned as children.

She has also decided to hide what I thought looked like a whale, but she says it is the yin of the yin-yang circle.






She says she'd like to hide it on a white background.

Friday, September 21, 2018

I'm Done For the Week (except for Daily Checkpoints)



My classes are database - learning the Microsoft program Access and accounting management systems.  The lecture for the database is for Monday morning and the accounting lecture is 25 hours later on Tuesday - except this week.  Our instructor was out of town and in the path of the hurricane and had come home, but was driving all day Tuesday and couldn't present the lecture until Thursday.  Our initial post for discussion is due on Wednesday.   

            I am so excited about the database class and had completed the discussion, assignment, and assessment shortly after the lecture.  On Tuesday I responded to two other discussion posts and posted my discussion for the other class.  The instructor had already posted my grades before I opened zoom chat for her question and answer on Wednesday.

            On Monday, I had tried to open the text for my accounting class, but I couldn't get in.  On Tuesday I sent an email that the text ebook wouldn't open.  Oh, I have managed to misplace a physical textbook - but never in cyberspace!  Turns out that the textbook has been discontinued and so was not even able to look at the PDF replacement until Wednesday when the dean apologized for the confusion and commented that late work for this week would not be held against us.

            I really do prefer hearing the lecture before doing the assignment or assessment.  Wednesday was unproductive as far as my schooling goes.  I did ask my few questions to my database instructor and then I took the car in to have the oil changed. Roland and I went to Roseburg for the free senior movie.  I did not respond to my accounting discussion post until yesterday after the lecture.

            I have never completed all (or at least the majority) of my assignments in one day, and yet I did this week  - Monday I completed my database (except for the response) and yesterday I completed my accounting requirements (except for the daily checkpoints - of course) and so will have today off as well.  I usually am done with my work by Friday, but again,  I've never completed all the requirements in just one day.  Two perhaps, but usually three.  I really hope to continue in that manner.  I would be done by Wednesday, respond to posts on Thursday (because there are many who procrastinate and don't do their initial post until the last second on Wednesday - which is when it is due).  That would be so awesome!

Tuesday, September 18, 2018

It Is All About Happiness - but we all have different concepts of Happiness


            On Sunday I was told to go into the room where the young women meet as the stake presidency wanted at least one parent for every youth to sit in.  The subject was a sensitive subject but seemed to be approached from a different angle but still with a hint of snobbery. One of the stake president's counselors was showing a slide show and had used this as an example of "Satan trying to divert your attention away from him" 



referring to the "fox" as Satan. Okay, Satan can be clever, but others can be clever without deception.  Some people are better at "fitting in" than others.  But at whose expense do we fit in?

            The teens were asked if they know of others who are living together without being married.  My reaction:  "My son Biff and his girlfriend Claire."  The idea of living together was compared to test-driving cars.  I know of several couples who waited and were married in the temple and are now divorced.  I know of couples who had lived together long before they married and are still together.  Imagine that.


            Statistics prove this. Statistics prove that.  Maybe I am that fox.  Maybe I'm an exception.  My family doesn't fall into the statistics.  I don't fall into the statistics. Not now.  Not in Oregon.  I am a person.  Not a statistic.

            Moving on.  Same-sex attraction.  You can have those attractions, but if you act upon those attractions, you are doomed.  You can still be friends with those who have same-sex attraction but let them know what makes you happy.  Following the commandments makes us happy.  Okay.  I can understand this and even follow it for myself.  Being LDS makes me happy.  Uhh . . . sometimes, perhaps often, but not always.  There have been times I have felt ashamed not necessarily by WHAT was taught but HOW it was being taught - as though we are superior to anyone who acts upon same-sex desires or moves in together.  Why do they assume that it is always connected with drugs and alcohol?  Aren't there just as many straight people who turn to drugs and alcohol?  Aren't there several couples who were not only married but sealed in the temple who stray because of restrictions or calling abuse or hurt feelings?  How many couples do I know who have put on a show for the sake of the church only to have it blow up in their faces? Perhaps it's the feeling of loss when church and family may say one thing but do little with their actions to back up their words that make an individual turn to drugs hoping to get a sense of satisfaction.

            How many times have members been shocked when the "good Mormons" - idealistic even - announce: "We're getting a divorce."  Sometimes the pressure of the church (not the gospel, but the expectations and stipulations) is more than we can handle.  Sometimes we are not happy because of a value someone else had expected to be there.

            I sat in the back.  I kept my mouth shut, hoping to be led by the spirit.  The president asked how many had family members who are involved with the opposite sex.  Jenna raised her hand and was presented a follow-up question in which she responded that she wished she hadn't answered.  One leader volunteered information about a family member on facebook who's life had gone downhill once he announced his desire for a man.  One of the youth volunteered that she is now being homeschooled so that she is not around those who make poor choices.  The way she said it was very snobby like anyone not living up to her standards are beneath her.  Fortunately for all of us, Christ doesn't feel that way.

            I couldn't agree with the comments.  My brother was miserable when he was active in the church.  But it's a part of him and he understands the values.  He also understands the policies and politics.  After he came out, a burden was lifted.  He has a wonderful husband.  They have three cats.  They don't drink, smoke, swear or anything that was somehow presented as being connected.  Corey and Joh are two of the most awesome examples of true followers of Christ.  They are happy, not because of their lifestyle, but rather the choices that they've made.  They are happy because they "give" to others.  They are pleasant people to be around.  They don't fit the statics or the stereotypical biases.  But Corey is not a member of the Church.  He could not stay in the church and be with Joh.  Joh makes him happy.  The church did not.  He still lives the gospel of Jesus Christ.

            Statements that are not fact: "I was born this way"  uh, yeah.  It isn't necessarily something you are swayed into - which I think was the theme of the slideshow - being swayed, being distracted.  There are several health issues such peanut allergies that didn't seem to be such a huge concern when I was growing up.  I did know one girl in my elementary school who was allergic to milk.  Today some places have actually discontinued serving peanut butter or cooking with peanut oil because of the tremendous amount of people who are allergic to peanuts.  I think because of the wide variety of people produce who inter-marry or have affairs and make mistakes or whatever, the genes have been altered and there are just more health issues as a result.  I also think it's true of personality.  Jenna is friends with so many walks of life right now.  Homosexuals and transgenders are among those that she chooses to hang with as they share other things in common and she doesn't put conditions on anybody.

            This video was shown to prove the point of convincing power.  People can be swayed for good and for bad.  Don't members of the church often use this tool?  Don't some missionaries try this tool out for themselves?  Not every set of missionaries are compatible.  Not everyone who joins the church remains active. 

            We all laughed at the video.  It was done in fun.  But I did have two thoughts go through my head.  The pressure from bullies (though it might not fit the definition of how many might perceive bullying, they were having fun at someone else's expense) and the one from the "Emporers New Clothes" who has the courage to say "I am not going along with this; I can see that he is naked".  

            I do my best to encourage all youth not to go along with the crowd and to stand up for themselves and be who they are - even if presents a difficult choice that might cost you (giving up something [or someone] for something else) just be sure to invite God into being a part of your decision.  Doing something that is God's will can also be difficult.  Joseph Smith's life may have seemed like it may have been easier if he had just said "tired of the mobs, tired of the ridicule.  Nope.  I don't want to do this anymore."

      Each of us have our own definition of what makes us happy.  Living the gospel makes me happy.  "Holier Than Thou" attitudes do not.  Leadership suggestion makes me happy sometimes.  Prayer is my communication with God.  It is up to me to follow His guidance.

Sunday, September 16, 2018

Define Your Dash: more links


          I have followed a few blogs off and on.  Many of the creators have stopped posting.  Others have closed for privacy or discontinued the blog altogether.   My niece had three blogs going - though not all simultaneously.  The first one was one that a friend had started when they were living in Thailand in the summer of 2011.  She had started another the year that my mother died.  Her first post was a tear jerker.  She made some profound thoughts - much like her mother.  I have wished that Sunny would create a blog to post to. 

          Ellen (not her real name.  Unlike Corey and I, she uses the real actual names in her blogs) started off her first post mentioning how every journal she starts will include a history of herself.  I can relate to that.  I have tried cramming my entire life into a few pages - often repeating myself and then slowly drifting away from it only to start over again later on. I absolutely love her profound thoughts and her ability to comparing her entries to puzzle pieces hoping that someday the pieces will all fit into one finished puzzle.

          She writes how early in her marriage she felt that she had been forced into responsibilities that she was not prepared to handle.  Perhaps "force" is not the correct word.  It was just an awkward situation for all of us - a situation which a newly married couple shouldn't have to deal with.  I think there may have been some resentment on my part as well. 

          In 2009 the economy had treated so many unkindly.  We were in jeopardy of losing our house.  We had two boys on missions and were in need of temporary housing.  I had asked my mom if we could stay with her for a while.  I figured that it would be good for her as it was for us because her dementia was starting to kick in and we knew it was only a matter of time before her mind got worse.  I also knew that Biff would be able to lift her if she were to fall.  Someone would have been with her around the clock.  I don't think either of my brothers believed her condition would worsen as quickly as it did.  We did not move in with my mom.  I suppose I felt a bit miffed a few years later when I learned that Nate and Ellen were moving in.  It wasn't anything personal.  It was the dementia.  Mom hadn't even remembered my asking. 

          She seemed pretty normal for the first year that Nate and Ellen had moved in with her.  But by their second year, mom's mind was being robbed of any present or future common knowledge and often diverted into the past.  Nate and Ellen were still newlyweds.  Their living arrangements in helping to care for mom turned into way more than they had bargained for.  Of course, it did!  Ellen was struggling with her emotions.  I was too - and I wasn't under the same roof as Ellen was.  I can understand her resentments and frustrations.  I really can.

          The name of her first post was called " Don't Be Sorry"  It's her description of the situation and seeing my mom in the assisted living that tugged at my heartstrings.  Even now - 5 years later.  Well, just over 5 years.  Her first post was on July 28, 2013 - just over five weeks before my mom passed. Her last post was on June 25, 2017 "Define Your Dash #25".  On January 1 of that same year, she had accepted the "Define Your Dash" challenge - or had attempted it rather - although she had pretty much been "defining her dash" all along. I don't know if she made that connection or had ever thought of it that way.  So what exactly does it mean to "Define One's Dash"?


          This website here gives us a glimpse into what the "dash" represents.  It is the "line" between the birthdate and the death date as written on a grave marker or funeral program.  




It is the "dash" - or time between birth and death.  This post gives a bit of insight to those who may not have "defined their dashes" or perhaps the discovery still needs to be made.  Defining your dash is to write down your memories, your recollections, your history.  It is what makes you.  By writing what your "dash" is, you are defining what that "line" represents.   

          There are 52 writing suggestions found here that remind me of the pieces of paper I can retrieve from my journal jar here, though I like the symbolic meaning for the "dash" or "line" between the two dates.  That is our life!  We need to write a legacy for our families so that we are more than just two dates etched in stone.  52 suggestions to outline the year if you were to write one each week.  Ellen posted 25 of them.  For Linda Ellis's full poem about the dash, see here.  Feel inspired.  Write for yourself.  Write for your posterity. 

Thursday, September 13, 2018

Cameras and Referral Sites



          When Jenna told me her assignment was on camera history, I smiled as I had recently touched on that same subject in class discussion post that I briefly mention here.  I ended up with this thought on digital cameras versus film:

       " The digital camera was made available to the public in 1988 (Ternholm, 2007).  Before the start of the 21st Century,  I had known several people who had tried to sway me into the perks of having/owning digital.  I don't remember all the reasons I had for sticking with my 35mm and rolls of film, but one of the reasons was because I had convinced myself that the picture quality was better from the film than the digital results.
        "It wasn't until our family had an opportunity of hosting a foreign exchange student that I was "swayed" to the perks that a digital camera could provide.  My "son" would take several pictures and post them to a blog that he had created.  I had had the option of retrieving copies of pictures I had taken with my 35mm.  If I put in the right code, I could view them online and even save them to the computer if I chose.  It was nice to have that option, but the quality really wasn't there.
        "I received my first digital camera in 2006.  I found many perks to a digital camera that weren't available on my 35mm.  Not only was the quality better when I viewed it on the computer, but I could view all pictures before they would be "developed".  I had the option of deleting the ones I didn't want and would not have to pay for a lot of dumb pictures I wasn't able to view until after they were developed.  Digital feels like less of a gamble and less of an expense than does film.  Taking thousands of pictures without having to change film was the deal breaker.  I love the digital camera." 

          I was not at home when Jenna returned from school yesterday as I had a dentist appointment in Riddle.  Yesterday morning I had taken time look up a few references related to the camera and had also written down my own memories - none of which she used.  Instead, she went with my initial suggestion to interview Bill and was on the phone with him when I returned back from the dentist.

          She wanted to start her paper off with a humorous introduction and went with " I want to take up photography as it is the only job you get to shoot people and cut their heads off without getting arrested."  My suggestion had been to ask the question "Why is it that people didn't smile in early photographs?" but I am happy that she made her own choice - as the quote does capture her personality.

          I had read an article on the TIME website here that provided two possibilities of reasons why people didn't smile in the early 19th century photographs.  The first had nothing to do with the camera, but the second possibility was the one I had been looking for that the long process of loading the film and taking the picture was just too long for sitting still - let alone wearing a smile for that length of time.

          She barely touched on the subject of people not smiling and heavy equipment used only by professional photographers.  Mostly she ended up quoting everything that Bill had told her.  Meanwhile, I had suggested my own memories of cameras and film.  As she did not include any of my memories in her report, I will post them here.

          First I went through some names of inventors and original invention found here before starting in with the memories, the first was from my mom.  She was telling me about a red box camera that her father had used.  She said she recalls that he would go into the closet every time he had to change the film.    Not a whole lot of pictures were taken, but we do have some.




Grandma Mary, Uncle John and my mom about 1943
in San Francisco

 
          I don't recall my first camera or how many cameras total.  I know that both Patrick and I had our own cameras when Kayla was a baby as she was often the subject of our pictures.





 We had a Polaroid at one time.  Those even harder to keep in the photo album than those tacky corners.  In 1978 my parents bought me a colorburst camera. 


came with its own rainbow strap.  How cool is that?


It was cool to get instant pictures, but again, the bulkiness of the photos themselves.  I remember scanning in several photos and do know that Polaroids were among them but cannot seem to retrieve any at this time except for this one that I found on my brother's facebook page


 The camera was available for only two years and discontinued as Polaroid had brought a lawsuit against Kodak which evidently took years to resolve with a heavy fine which Kodak had to pay to Polaroid found here, here and here.
         
          I remember Kodak had sent out discount coupons or certificates or something to compensate their customers who had purchased the colorburst.  I remember purchasing a disc camera.  It is the one that I used while on my mission here.

         


          When I worked at Patrick Dry Goods, I had purchased and several lenses.  I think it was the only camera I had owned that wasn't solely automatic.  I had fun experimenting with the lenses, but it was short-lived.


          Throughout the years I've had many cameras including these two:

probably my first with built-in flash

I had purchased this for durability.  I figured it was a tough camera.  As a leader, I took it to YW camp
 
          Even though digital was available before I was married, I did not have my first digital camera until after Jenna was born.  The digital camera doesn't seem to built to last, however. I am currently on my 5th camera in the last twelve years.  My first camera was a used sony, and actually the best camera of the ones I had.  It died after 6,000 plus pictures.  Every other one has lasted less than four years.  I'm hoping my current camera may outlast them all. It has a lot more features and is the biggest digital camera that I've owned.

          It is said that there have been over 40 camera brands and over 2,000 models.  I have tried at least seven brands throughout my life.  I lost track of how many cameras I have gone through.  The camera truly is a great invention.


Wednesday, September 12, 2018

Tangible History



            As soon as Jenna returned home from school yesterday, Roland and I went to a neighbor's house to pick apples.  Jenna did not wish to go.  Instead, she started on some homework she had.  When I returned, she asked me to help her with a specific topic.  She had been assigned to write about an invention and had picked cameras as her topic.  Oh, yes.  What a great historical item.  

            My first suggestion to her was to make a comment on the straight faces that are seen in so many old photographs.  No one is smiling.  They all look serious.  Cameras seemed to be a lot heavier and bulkier back then.  It would take the photographer a huge amount of time just to set up his equipment and even longer to capture the pose.

            Jenna had taken a journey through camera timeline and did have a paragraph which was overly boring.  Cameras are fun.  The history of cameras is fascinating.  I showed her that she could take notes from a YouTube video if she didn't want to read.  Pep up your paper.  Put some life into it.  Interview Uncle Bill who is a professional photographer.  

            I told her about some of the cameras I had possessed during my lifetime.  And the lawsuit between Polaroid and Kodak and how I had to give up my Colorburst camera and my thinnest camera ever was the Kodak disc.  I told her how many pictures I could expect to get out of one roll of film.  I forgot about the stupid flash attachments that were needed for earlier cameras.  The people of the early 19th century had to wait for long periods of time to capture a moment.  Today we have instantaneous selfies and the capability of sharing them on social media within seconds after they are taken.

            I'm excited to help her with this project.  Of course, I am more excited than she is.  For her, it's work.  For me, it's a new blog subject.  Well, not really.  I have mentioned a few of my cameras in various posts.  My latest arrival came yesterday while I was removing grapes from there stem (we still have one large bucket left) though I did not get many better pictures of our grape transformation as the battery was being charged for a good part of the process.  But now, thanks to Corey, I now have this kind of camera


which came in this really cool drawstring bag.  



 So future posts should have better pictures and not just cell phone fuzz.  Looking forward.

Tuesday, September 11, 2018

Wine on the Vine


            There is a couple in the stake who had moved into a house with lots of land.  The original owner had used some of the land was used to grow baco grapes.  When the couple moved in, he asked to continue with growing his grapes and maintained that part of the land.  He has now retired from maintaining the land.  It's not necessarily an investment the family was interested in and decided to invite all those who lived in the stake to come and pick as many grapes as we want.  These were offered for free.

            So for family home evening, we loaded up the car with buckets, scissors, gloves and knee pads - though we did not need the latter.  The couple has grown into a family and had various children out in the orchard to direct participants on where to go and start cutting.  Cutting grapes off the vine was probably the easiest we've had of any other produce. (We didn't think to take pictures while we were there).  Thus in addition to the blueberries, cherries and apples, we have tackled this year, we have added grapes to the mixture of preserving - though it won't be with pie. 

            Last night Roland and I pulled a large number of grapes off the vines.  Rinsed them, smashed them, boiled them, drained them.  We did get more juice than I had expected.  We used a milk bottle for the juice and he put the glopped up mess into the sieve and put it on top of a bowl in the fridge.  I did not think about getting pictures of that last night.  I took all of these this morning while I was creating this post: 

we had filled two buckets


and a box to give away

stains left in each container that was used

Jenna calls these "grape bones"

The amount of juice made last night  - pucker up pal
The waist

Last night the waist looked like a purple jelly with seeds in it - like raspberry jelly often comes.  I didn't get a picture of it in the bowl or the sieve - not that it would have made much difference.  The cell phone quality is still not that great.  I don't see in the picture what I see in real life.  The blob no longer looks like jelly, but purple manure. Roland moved it out with the compost.

Monday, September 10, 2018

Enough is Enough


          Roland Loves watching movies and television.  I tolerate T.V. but as I have mentioned before, if we were to get rid of it, neither Jenna nor I would be upset about it.  There are so many things that are greater than sitting on the couch (an uncomfortable one at that) watching moving pictures and reading the closed captioned because even at 72 decibels, the sound is usually in competition with the A/C and the fan - unless you are in another room and then it's like "Why is the volume up so dang loud?"

          I can watch a couple of movies, I guess, but then I am burned out.  I cannot or will not watch 8 hours straight of "American Pickers" or "Flea Market Flip" or even "Big Bang Theory"  Even four hours is too much. 

          So yesterday, Roland asks if I want to see a movie.
           "You mean from Red Box?" 
          "Let's see what's playing at the cinema"
          "We don't have money to go to the cinema"

          So he brings home two movies from Redbox and another handful of movies that he picked up at a yard sale.  I could NOT get interested in ANY of it.  I was so antsy about sitting there wasting my time.  For some reason he wants us to watch movies together.  But we are rarely ever interested in the same thing.  I'm fine watching a movie without him.  In fact, sometimes I prefer it.  Then I don't have to listen to his commentaries. Sometimes I will talk during the programs he likes just so he won't get upset when I decide to leave.

          So we have started the third movie (because he could see I was uncomfortable with his RedBox movie selection).  It was a cheesy disaster movie that I figured I could handle better than anything else I had looked at.  The disaster hadn't really started when I received a phone call from a friend in Riddle.  She was calling to let me know that our daughters had won the summer reading prize for teens: a jar of candy. Each time the teens read so much, they were able to put in a guess for the amount of candy in a jar.  


          In addition to the candy were a bunch of skeleton parts that made up a skeleton. There were 251 pieces of candy plus skeleton parts.  Ashley had guessed 264 and Jenna had guessed 238 - each wasoff by 13 pieces.  They split the proceeds - though not fairly. Ashley can't have the candy and so Jenna ended up with most of it.  I thought it was cool that both had won.  I thought Ashley should get the skeleton, though her mom reminded her she probably wouldn't have room for it.  Neither does Jenna - but I would guess that Jenna will become bored with it in less than a year and can give it back to Ash.



          We went to the Riddle Library and hung out in the park with them for a while before we returned back home.  I think Roland was watching cowboys when we returned.  Too much TV.