Happy Birthday to Patrick! In this photo, he was playing with the sheets that were hanging on Grandma Driggs’s clothesline. He was three. He’s older now, but still brings utter joy to my heart. Happy Birthday, Patrick. Many more. Love you.
June 19, 2016
May 30, 2016
Today is a special birthday for this beautiful woman. In this photo she is holding Audrey’s Gideon in December of 2013. I hope Ginny knows how much we all love and care for her and her cute family, and look forward to welcoming a third Beisel child this fall. Happy Birthday Ms. Ginny.
January 6, 2016
December 10, 2015
Let it be known that I am in utter amazement of Nicholas’s ride on Dec. 5th. Two hundred and six miles of amazing willpower and leg power to climb 29K+ feet. I am not surprised that he accomplished his goal, though. Nick rocks.
December 1, 2015
November 26, 2015
This photo was taken at 49 Ashley Avenue in Driggs, Idaho, around 1968. I’m not even sure it’s at Thanksgiving dinner; it could be at Christmas dinner. The folks are, left to right, me, DeEtta Driggs, Grandpa Evan Floyd, Jim Hunter, Joyce (Hunter at the time), and Grandma Norma Floyd. The fun thing for me about this photo is the piano behind Grandpa Floyd. The old upright that Joyce and I learned on. Interesting that a plastic bedroom lamp is nailed to it. Sometimes I practiced in the dark, and in the wintertime, that was pretty early in the day. The metronome on top of the piano was wound countless times. It’s in my china hutch now, safe from curious little students’ hands. A Seth Thomas key-wound vintage metronome (purchased new for $15) can only be found on eBay or from sources looking to make a profit on a pretty cool timepiece. At its most basic, it is a timepiece. I don’t use it; I use one on my cell phone now, because it’s more convenient and doesn’t have a gimp like my cool Seth Thomas. It ticked just a tad too soon when the pendulum moved towards my left. Most people didn’t notice it, but I did. Time passed, crooked as it was.
So today we celebrate Thanksgiving at our house in a much different way. Yes, there is a turkey in the oven. I made pumpkin pie. Eventually I’ll get the cranberries going, although Randy likes the canned jellied stuff better. I will make the good stuff for myself, though, and savor it with leftovers through the weekend. Turkey Day. Gobble. This Thanksgiving, I’m thankful for a book.
After I finished work on my 50 year recital and celebrated Mamma’s 90th birthday out west, I started ”Kondo”ing the house. That’s Kondo with a K, as in the life changing magic of tidying up, a book by Marie Kondo. Time to take control of my life, my time, and my possessions. I am a naturally tidy person and see the benefit in knowing what material things I have, and where the are. Marie Kondo’s philosophy is based on one question: Does this give me joy? This question was key to my project. I asked myself that question when making decisions about what to keep and what to let go. I mostly followed her admonition to tidy in a certain order: clothes first, then books, etc. Reluctantly Randy joined in the clothes part. Goodwill was the beneficiary of about 20 large bags of clothing when we were finished, and the Moffat Library of Washingtonville took 100+ books. Asking “Does this give me joy?” sounds ridiculous in some ways, but it worked. Freeing up my space freed my mind.
So we tackled the basement together. Randy in the scary furnace room, which held who-knows-what along with the water softener, freezer, and furnace. The kitchen reaped 9 boxes of kitchen goods, pots and pans and miscellany that I stored there out of sight, not seen by anyone except for the occasional snoopy grandchild. I know about that because I found a hilarious amount of empty Capri Sun bags and granola bar wrappers in drawers, in dishes, and even in the crock pot. I forgot to check the microwave. Maybe I better go do that.
After the basement kitchen was tidied up, I bravely tackled the bedroom closet. That took a lot of fortitude. Many years ago, after college, Audrey thought she wanted to live here in New York, so she drove across the country in our yellow car stuffed with her possessions. A month later, she was gone. She moved in on Ginny in Portland, Oregon, where Ginny was living in a one bedroom apartment with Craig and Noah. Unfortunately, many of her possessions stayed here, because she flew to Portland. When we took her to the airport, I asked her if she was coming back, expecting her negative answer. I should have tidied up a long time ago. It feels very liberating to have that closet back. Yes, I saved a few things of hers, those things that if I were her, I would want someday. Her SLC Olympic memorabilia, and her plastic drawer full of writings and letters. She might want those someday. But the junk is gone. The life changing magic.
Randy and I have different outlooks. He sees tidying as work; I see it as liberating. I don’t mind getting rid of things; he’s afraid of getting rid of things. I have no desire to have to manage more possessions than I truly want. I lastly tidied the office, at least my side of it. The lateral file with my music, my desk, the closet and bookcase. I guess it was too much pressure for Randy, because he came up here this morning to do his desk. Bag after bag of recycling and garbage have gone to the curb. This isn’t your mother’s method of tidying.
So on this Thanksgiving Day I give thanks for Marie Kondo, who is right–it is life changing magic. Let it be known that I’m keeping the metronome, though.
July 18, 2015
Here is sweet Claire at Christmas in Oregon 2013. She’s holding Gideon. We babysat the little bundle while their Mamas were out together. Claire is my favorite Speed Shopper buddy. Happy Birthday to you, Ms. Claire!
June 22, 2015
May 2, 2015
Nicholas standing in front of the antler arch in Jackson, around 1995, I think. Happy birthday to you, Nick! And best of luck on the Rockwell Relay next month. You’ve been training well and are ready for the big dance. Wish I could watch you cross the finish line with your buds. I was just thinking about how you started cycling, how fun it was to “fool you” on the Tour des Lacs that year I took a shortcut and you didn’t know it. You were an animal from the start. I hope your birthday is fabulous. Love you.