Thursday, June 01, 2006

Change is Hard

So, we might have to move from our apartments. Our lease is up at the end of this month, and we have to let them know if we’ll sign a new one by the tenth. Currently, we pay $675, and they want to raise it to $760. I really don't think we can do it. Last year they only raised our rent about $35 dollars... so we weren't to happy this time!

We went to the office today to see if we could negotiate. Our friends the Lunds were able to talk them down to $675 from $750 last fall, and we thought we might be able to do the same. But the lady, Katherine, wasn’t in a negotiating mood. She said she’d see what we could do, but she thought we were getting a great deal because the week after we renew, the renewal rate will go up to $800. Supposedly. I think if someone else had been in the office we might have received more sympathy. We argued our case with the example of the Lunds, as well as the crime rate of our area.(We are supposed to live in the one square mile with the highest crime rate in our county!) We have several friends in the ward who've had cars stolen. We mentioned specific apartments we knew that were charging less, as she had cited that everyone in the area would charge just as much if not higher. But when we mentioned those apartments, her attitude was basically like, well, good luck living there.

I realllly don’t want to move. Our’s are the only apartments in the ward that have big areas of grass and trees, and huge windows.

our livingroom window



view from the balcony

Even though its very small (813 square feet) everywhere else I know of has tiny windows and look out onto a parking lot. Plus, I only know of one or two couples in our apartments that have had their cars broken into. There are at least five or more that live in other areas of our ward where it happens even more often.

It will be extra hard to move because we have two trips planned in the next month, to Joseph’s dads and to my parent’s house. Plus, we were probably only going to be here one more year, so its especially inconvenient. Rrrrr.

On to other news…on Tuesday the Seattle Institute Chorale had their final thank you concert..ever. I was in the Chorale for two years and it was great fun; I think I grew a lot there and I made a lot of friends. The director, Brother S, is also in our ward. Their family is moving to Logan, Utah at the end of this month, hence the farewell concert. Brother S. asked me to give a talk at this concert, as they were having several former choir members speak. He wanted me to talk about how I didn’t like choir at first, but tour really strengthened my testimony.

That wasn’t exactly how I remembered it, but I agreed to speak anyway. As Joseph was at work, I was able to ride down with the S family to the show. (So Sister S, their daughters M, C, K, Ch, and son J. Their three older kids have moved out already.

The show was really fun. People spoke on topics like, “What had happened in choir in the last ten years.” given by a guy who had been in choir all those years. Another was about “S-----isms (our teacher's name) and how they affect chorale.” That one was especially funny. The guy who gave it, T, often joined us on tour to play the bass guitar or something. He was dressed in a pink colored suit. He started out by saying we all needed to wish Brother S a happy birthday. But when he had us stand to sing, he started acting like he was Brother S, and we were the choir. (Brother S is a colorful character, somewhat like Brother M from Cedar's choir, but somehow much more sincere, and I think more entertaining.)

He was using all of his catch phrases, like: “the clock is not our friend; no swooping altos!, my tenors sound anemic; where are my basses? The Angel Moroni appeared to me and told me….” Etc. He was even doing his mannerisms, being fidgety, stamping his foot with the timing etc.

Another girl told how when she was in choir, they’d all bought brother S this star that said ‘unity’ while they were on tour. She happened to have found it just that weekend, so during her talk she turned around and said, “here ya go.”

So for every talk, the program had a title for what they were going to talk about. I was a little surprised at what he had titled mine: “Why I hated choir at first and how I loved tour.” So when I got up to speak, I had to explain that I didn’t hate chorale, it just took time to grow on me. Then I talked about the time we all sang on the Whidbey Island ferry, and the time we were learning Oh Holy Night when I first started choir. These stood out in my mind more than tour the next year.. half of us couldn't go on tour that first year because the choir was too big. But since he wanted me to talk about it, I touched on the temple trip and the three hour testimony meeting they have every year. We went to the Portland Temple the time I went.

I felt really nervous and though I spoke well, I was shaking. He wanted me to bear testimony at the end so I did, but I felt weird because everyone else seemed to get emotional at the end of their talks and I didn’t really. But I usually don’t. Anyway, I was really glad I was invited to participate, because I likely would have missed it otherwise.

Since being in chorale, Joseph and I have gone to their end of year concert every spring. But now, the chorale will not be continuing at all. It seems odd to me that such a huge part of my life can just suddenly not exist anymore...and I didn't even move away this time! Its very sad.

Our young womens group is really going to change when they’re gone, as C, M and K make up almost half of the class! They are also some of the best examples in the group, real good girls. I just hope some of the other girls step up and become leaders too. I guess the S family's new house in Logan is huge, thanks to the huge difference in housing prices (as mentioned before!) Their house here is selling for like $450,000! Crazy.

Another change. A few weekends ago, we drove up to Bellingham, Washington to look at the campus of Western Washington University. Joseph is considering going there because they have a good education program. It was a pretty campus but we didn’t look around too long. Joseph had only paid for one hour of parking. When we went back to the car I thought we were just going to go park at another spot and check out the other side of the campus, but we didn’t.


We did drive around the town a bit. I didn’t like it that much, but first impressions are rarely accurate. The waterfront was very industrial. We might stop in Ellensburg on our way home from his dads house too, to look at Central Washington University. I’m more open now to his completing his degree somewhere else, because half of our ward seems to be moving anyway. But we’ll see how things are next summer. Change is hard.

But sometimes it helps us become something better. I guess.

Monday, May 22, 2006

Elora and Isabelle were bored

Note #1: The following babies have never met each other in real life. The described conversation is pure conjecture.
Note#2: I don't have photoshop. I only have that dumb paint program that comes with Windows. This is my excuse for any poor picture
quality.

“ I’m bored,” sighed Isabelle Rose as she lay on the living room carpet with her favorite cousin, Elora Mae.

“Me too,” said Elora. I wish there was something exciting to do. Nothing ever happens around here. Its always the same old thing: eat, sleep, cry. I’m tired of it!”


“Remember that time we got buried in the laundry and screamed for three hours?” smiled Isabelle. “ That was so fun! I wish we could do something like that again.”

“Yeah, that was pretty cool,” replied Elora. “ But my favorite day was the time we went exporing the universe! My highchair suddenly turned into a space ship, and you were the best starship fighter this side of Tatooine, and…”

“Wait a minute,” Isabelle interrupted. “That never happened! Besides, if anyone’s highchair were to turn into a spaceship, I think it would be mine. Sheesh!


“Hey, I know something we could do," Isabelle continued. " How about we attack our sock monkeys from grandma Kimber! Remember that time you got yours in a head lock and he couldn’t get away? Your mommy had to come break up the fight because she was so worried you would destroy him for good!” Isabelle chuckled at the memory.

“ That’s true,” agreed Elora. “That might be fun if my mommy hadn’t hidden Mr. Monkey from me for his own protection.”

"Hmmm. That does pose a problem,” muttered Isabelle.

“Well,” Elora said, “we could always go play outside! We could eat grass and spit on bugs all day long. What do you think?”

“ Oh I love spitting on bugs!” shouted Isabelle. “Awww, but my mommy said its too hot to go outside today. Wait a minute…where are our mommies anyway?"Isabelle looked around in sudden confusion and began to cry.“Where’s my mommy!!” she wailed.

“Oh, don’t cry Isabelle!” Elora soothed. “Our mommies are just out fighting evil in the world with their magical mommy powers and…um…magic wands!”


“Really!” laughed Isabelle, her tears forgotten. “ Our mommies are the coolest mommies ever!”

“You got that right,” Elora nodded.

And with that the girls were quite content.

the end

Monday, April 24, 2006

Saturday in the Northwest

If you’d like to hear the story of another one of my cool Saturdays (And I know you would) read on.

This weekend was pretty exciting. In the morning we got to watch about 1,300 youth perform in a dance festival. In the afternoon we got to visit one of the biggest Asian grocery stores in the Northwest. In the evening we stopped at (of course) Wal-Mart for some last minute items, and that night, I got to exercise my art degree in creating exciting birthday cards for two of my brothers!

I know you’re just dying to hear the details, right?

First, the dance festival.

Who is involved?

Participating in a Multi Stake Dance Festival is usually a once in a lifetime experience. Nearly 1,300 wonderful young men and women, ages 12 through 18, from the Bellingham, Bothell, Lynnwood, Marysville, Mount Vernon, Shoreline and Snohomish stakes will be performing April 22, 2006 in the Marysville-Pilchuck High School gym.

Pretty big stuff, huh. And that’s right from the web-site’s mouth.

It was cool because I know all of the youth from our ward, being one of the Young Womens leaders. All of the young men dropped out before the four month practices were done, but at least five of our girls stayed on and participated. I was surprised… I must admit, if our Stake or town had done something like this, I don’t know if I’d have been too keen on participating, though my attitude would be different these days.

It turned out to be a very good show. They wore elaborate costumes for each dance, and put a lot of practice time in. My favorite dances were the Asian dance by the girls, and the Polynesian dance by the boys from many Stakes. The former involved fans and hitting chopsticks with a lot of moving around, the later consisted of a lot of slapping and hitting the floor. It was neat because they had a Polynesian boy in full native garb leading them. Elora really liked that part. There were also dances involving jazz music, hip-hop and other selections. The show was supposed to be in commemoration of the life of President Hinkley, although I'm not sure how that last music selection really fits in.

After the show, we were obliged to follow the long line of cars that inevitably follows a large-scale LDS event. I didn't mind the wait though; spring is in full bloom and Marysville is a quaint town that I wouldn't mind living in someday. Perhaps.

We ate a quick lunch at home then it was off to Seattle. My brothers Dain and Thorin are both celebrating their birthdays this week. Dain is majoring in Asian studies in college and loves Japanese stuff (including his Asian girlfriend), so we thought it would be cool to get him some items from Uwajimaya (pronounced wa -jee- my- uh). Uwaji-what, you ask?

With over 400 employees Uwajimaya is one of the largest Asian grocery retailers in the Pacific Northwest. Since the beginning Uwajimaya has evolved beyond providing basic grocery staples and become known as a tourist and destination store. Uwajimaya believes good customer service is paramount. Its reputation is built on being known as the information specialist on all things Asian and part of its mission is to educate the customer on all aspects of Asian cultures. Uwajimaya's pre-eminence among Asian stores comes from its use of modern technology, its emphasis on cleanliness, and its adherence to its business philosophy.

I had been teasing Dain about getting him squid for his birthday, so I thought, "Hey, why not?" So we got him canned Squid, roasted Eel, Wasabi, and a bunch of cool food items with Japanese lables all over them.

Joseph actually got some squid for himself too, and he ate the whole sardine-style can full. He said it was pretty good, but you have to watch out for the beaks because they're crunchy. Yum.

We would have loved to stay longer, but Elora was pretty tired and cranky by this time. We drove to the neighborhood I used to live in before I was married, where I fed her in the backseat. Even this was exciting, because while we sat there, we saw a ferari get rear-ended! I always knew there would be a wreck on that corner.

Now I will skip over the Wal-mart part...you've heard it before. And if I had a scanner beleive me I would show you my interesting and innovative birthday cards. Alas, this is not the case. Suffice it to say they were nice.

And now, dear friends, I will leave you with what you've been wanting to see.

Pictures of the Spring weather, accompanied by my lovely daughter!

Saturday, April 01, 2006

Spring Is In The Air

After reading a lovely post that displayed spring flowers in effigy, I felt I too had to celebrate the season and the simple things it brings. Okay, and some of this applies more to summer, but I will still call this:
Spring: a montage of verse (written several years ago) and pictures (only some are mine).

In the tree on a rainy day

surrounded by the slow drip
and soft glisten of green
sodden branches seep through
my well worn jeans
as I perch serenely above
the subdued earth.
a still-brooding sky
stares down in sullen contemplation
on my upturned countenance,

and I return the look silently waiting.


Sky
Roiling clouds of titan proportion rumble distantly
serving to remind us of our humanity.




To Be Cherished
Those were the days
that seemed to never end
charged with the fire of childhood
tempered with the passing breeze

and held together by the imagination
of a barefoot young girl
.

(okay, this next one was written by my friend S.O., and I didn't ask her if I could publish it, but I love it so I hope she doesn't mind. I think its more about summer than spring, but its great!)

4/2/98
To the hut
With haste I snatched
the paper bag, filled
with soggy raisins and jelly sandwiches.
I must hurry to begin

the adventure
which exists on the other side of the field. I found my other shoe
and the journey began.
Under Poplars I tripped - though
they could've been oak or maple or quaking aspen. I mumbled
repetitious rhythms as I plodded steadily along

and monotonously marched while the tune replayed again and again
over and over
beating... like armies.
Over my shoulder disappeared
the red bricks baked by the sun
which slowly became a large
gold plate. The clouds - white napkins.
Silence dominated the air until quickly
past me the cat ran
with her kittens that aren't born yet

a thing I didn't comprehend.
The first gate I climbed. The second
I slid between the slats and I arrived.
This time
only one scratch, my skin cut by
the rusted wire. No tears
fell and I climbed
the creaky ladder to the loft of
the old barn. Why?
Because here I exist.. I dream.

And it is quiet
everywhere.. except
for the crinkle of the paper bag.

So thats it for now. I hope you enjoyed it!