You knew that I was related to John Boehner, right? I think we are cousins. Distant, far removed cousins perhaps. But all kidding aside, I swear to god that we must have the same genes or DNA tucked away deep inside somewhere. He has taken heat for the way in which our common thread of DNA manifests itself in his life. So have I. You see, we are both crybabies. I don't know about him but I'd venture to guess that I get tears in my eyes on almost a daily basis. Maybe every other day or two if I remain 100% out of human contact, don't watch any TV or TV commercials, and stay off of the Internet. Oh, one more thing....if I avoid conversation with my mother. She always makes me cry when she closes nearly every phone conversation with, "Arnie, you know I love you....I really do. I'm so proud of you...." Lordy. I'm a mess.
I see an animal rescue site with sappy music playing and I lose it. Although, admittedly, Sarah McLachlan doesn't have quite the hold on me that she once did thanks to seeing those commercials for so many years. So there. See, I'm a big boy. I see stories of soldiers returning home from war and sneaking into their children's school classrooms to surprise them and my throat closes up. Or a homeless woman on a street corner who is will into her 70s or even 80s -- and she shares the same name as my very own mother. My heart goes out. Or perhaps I get into a conversation about any one of life's many difficulties with someone -- how they, or I, want to be a better human being than I am today. Umm, yeah, don't expect me not to cry at that either. Or I see an adult who you would suppose would have their act together by this point in their life -- but they don't. Alcohol or drugs still have a stronghold on their ability to be a good parent, son, daughter, etc. I think of my own experiences and how these sorts of situations strike awfully close to home. Or I watch the resignation of Congresswoman Gabby Giffords as she hobbles with every bit of might she has up to John Boehner to submit her written letter of resignation. John cries. I sob.
Man oh man, John Boehner's sobbing crybaby spirit lives within me. Sort of like an alien. Who cries. An alien who cries. Yeah, that's it.
Friday, January 27, 2012
Tuesday, January 24, 2012
Peculiarity
He tells me that I'm peculiar. And that I use weird words. And phrases. And I tell him that he could be married to an ax murderer serial killer. Or Newt Gingrich or Rick Santorum or Rick Perry. So there.
He laughs and giggles at me when I use certain words. He'll make me "Say it Again." And then we both laugh. And now that I'm completely familiar with the words that I know will set him off, I take my time saying them. Really drrraaawww them out. Emphasize them and make them worth the laughing. For some of the words, it's that I use them at all. For other words, it's the emphasis or accent I put on them, apparently. Words and phrases like:
Just normal, old, everyday words that everyone uses from time to time. I suppose I caught the weird word and pronunciation disease from my mom or something. Or perhaps I do it now just to give us something to laugh about. You do that in old age, you know. Weird things. Funky things that nobody else does....or would ever do. And the longer you've been together, the longer the list is of things that go on just between the two of you. And that's peculiar too.
He laughs and giggles at me when I use certain words. He'll make me "Say it Again." And then we both laugh. And now that I'm completely familiar with the words that I know will set him off, I take my time saying them. Really drrraaawww them out. Emphasize them and make them worth the laughing. For some of the words, it's that I use them at all. For other words, it's the emphasis or accent I put on them, apparently. Words and phrases like:
Crisps (It's the ending "P" and "S")
Residual (who else in god's name uses this word??!!)
Liquid
Potato or Taco Bar
Rolls (as in bread or rolls...maybe I spend too much time on the "oolll" part)
Meal (instead of using the word food...maybe I draw out the "ea" part).
Just normal, old, everyday words that everyone uses from time to time. I suppose I caught the weird word and pronunciation disease from my mom or something. Or perhaps I do it now just to give us something to laugh about. You do that in old age, you know. Weird things. Funky things that nobody else does....or would ever do. And the longer you've been together, the longer the list is of things that go on just between the two of you. And that's peculiar too.
Sunday, January 15, 2012
While He's Under the Weather.....
As long as he is down and out and recovering from his shock wave lithotripsy, I thought I'd go ahead and take full advantage of his drug-induced inebriation. To make fun of him. He knows that I'm going to. But perhaps the drugs will keep him from remembering that I am going to.
Yesterday while he was waiting for the anesthesiologist to come in and shoot him full of la-la drugs, he used the word clairvoyant. Which is fine except that he used it in some weird, inaccurate way. He does that. Frequently. Well, perhaps regularly is the more accurate word. He gets so close. And yet so far. I don't even remember how the word clairvoyant was used yesterday except that it caused us both to laugh so hard I'm sure the nurses wondered what was going on in room #24. And then we go off on some twisted sort of tangent making up phrases and words and meanings.
He'll get names messed up -- maybe he'll stay "I talked to our neighbor Mark" when the guy's name is Mike. One of his favorites is, "Boy is that house ever dilapiTated." Years this has gone on. I keep on saying, "It's dilapiDated." And one that comes into play frequently (because I'm a crybaby) is "Are your eyes welTing up with tears again?" When he knows full well that it is "welling."
But this clairvoyant thing. Man oh man, what was it....??? I just can't remember what it was the other day while he waited for the dude to come and knock him out. Whatever it was, my eyes welted up with tears in that dilapitated hospital room.
Yesterday while he was waiting for the anesthesiologist to come in and shoot him full of la-la drugs, he used the word clairvoyant. Which is fine except that he used it in some weird, inaccurate way. He does that. Frequently. Well, perhaps regularly is the more accurate word. He gets so close. And yet so far. I don't even remember how the word clairvoyant was used yesterday except that it caused us both to laugh so hard I'm sure the nurses wondered what was going on in room #24. And then we go off on some twisted sort of tangent making up phrases and words and meanings.
He'll get names messed up -- maybe he'll stay "I talked to our neighbor Mark" when the guy's name is Mike. One of his favorites is, "Boy is that house ever dilapiTated." Years this has gone on. I keep on saying, "It's dilapiDated." And one that comes into play frequently (because I'm a crybaby) is "Are your eyes welTing up with tears again?" When he knows full well that it is "welling."
But this clairvoyant thing. Man oh man, what was it....??? I just can't remember what it was the other day while he waited for the dude to come and knock him out. Whatever it was, my eyes welted up with tears in that dilapitated hospital room.
Friday, January 13, 2012
Flight Attendant Boot Camp
A rare look inside my world. This is the room, the aircraft mockups, the trainers that taught me what I know today. And it is also the room that I now have the occasional opportunity to actually stand in front of the room and teach others how to be a flight attendant. I hope you enjoy as much as I did. This is where I spend my time, my energy, and efforts. People I love and now call my family and friends.
Flight Attendant Boot Camp Part I
Flight Attendant Boot Camp Part II
Flight Attendant Boot Camp Part I
Flight Attendant Boot Camp Part II
Wednesday, January 11, 2012
The Heart of the Matter
I just popped it. My first pill. Today, I felt a bit older. I'm just four scant weeks from turning 50. Not bothered by it. Doesn't phase me. Except that today I started taking high blood pressure medication. Combined with the high cholesterol meds that I've been on for five years, and I join the ranks of millions of other folks.
For the first time in my life, I visited with a Cardiologist today. A fantastic guy that I met on one of my flights a while back. He was impressed by the files I brought in showing my last years of blood work, medications, blood pressure readings, and all of that. I had an EKG. We chatted about my not-so-good family history. And the fact that my father had two heart attacks within five years of my current age. What I'd like to have is a CT angiography. But the doctor said nope. He's not a big fan of testing and procedures with no symptoms. My intent was really just to be sure that I'm doing everything possible to make sure I don't end up having a heart attack. Guess what he said? It's time to get the BP down. And to watch what you eat and to get my fat (yes, fat....I've gained 10 pounds in the last year) arse back to cardio at the gym. Or, he said, you can just do what everyone else does and that means do nothing. You may be fine. Or you may have a heart attack. Even then, most people do nothing. I feel better. Just talking it through. And I know what is being requested of me. But I probably knew all of that already.
You'll recall that I wrote about my mixed emotions after a recent visit to the San Diego Zoo. The elephant exhibit, specifically. It just crossed my mind that, perhaps, the animals were suffering to some degree from being in captivity. But what do I know? Except that the San Diego Zoo euthanized two of their elephants last week. Because they were "ailing and aged." Humm. Here's the story that causes me pause. I sure hope not. I mean, I'm the first guy to NOT want animals to suffer. But at the same time, I don't want them killed for a poor reason. And beyond that, I hate to see them in captivity at all.
Friday will find Hubby and me back at the hospital for his lithotripsy to remove his 4mm kidney stone. This is his second one in just over a year. It's a nearly all-day outpatient surgery. So I'll be playing nurse...unless my high blood pressure precludes me from doing so....hehehehe. Or, perhaps, my blood pressure will be SO low two days from now that I won't be able to function properly to be a nurse maid. Oh, who am I kidding. We're both in this together. High blood pressure, cholesterol, low thyroid, kidney stones, and all.
For the first time in my life, I visited with a Cardiologist today. A fantastic guy that I met on one of my flights a while back. He was impressed by the files I brought in showing my last years of blood work, medications, blood pressure readings, and all of that. I had an EKG. We chatted about my not-so-good family history. And the fact that my father had two heart attacks within five years of my current age. What I'd like to have is a CT angiography. But the doctor said nope. He's not a big fan of testing and procedures with no symptoms. My intent was really just to be sure that I'm doing everything possible to make sure I don't end up having a heart attack. Guess what he said? It's time to get the BP down. And to watch what you eat and to get my fat (yes, fat....I've gained 10 pounds in the last year) arse back to cardio at the gym. Or, he said, you can just do what everyone else does and that means do nothing. You may be fine. Or you may have a heart attack. Even then, most people do nothing. I feel better. Just talking it through. And I know what is being requested of me. But I probably knew all of that already.
You'll recall that I wrote about my mixed emotions after a recent visit to the San Diego Zoo. The elephant exhibit, specifically. It just crossed my mind that, perhaps, the animals were suffering to some degree from being in captivity. But what do I know? Except that the San Diego Zoo euthanized two of their elephants last week. Because they were "ailing and aged." Humm. Here's the story that causes me pause. I sure hope not. I mean, I'm the first guy to NOT want animals to suffer. But at the same time, I don't want them killed for a poor reason. And beyond that, I hate to see them in captivity at all.
Friday will find Hubby and me back at the hospital for his lithotripsy to remove his 4mm kidney stone. This is his second one in just over a year. It's a nearly all-day outpatient surgery. So I'll be playing nurse...unless my high blood pressure precludes me from doing so....hehehehe. Or, perhaps, my blood pressure will be SO low two days from now that I won't be able to function properly to be a nurse maid. Oh, who am I kidding. We're both in this together. High blood pressure, cholesterol, low thyroid, kidney stones, and all.
Thursday, January 05, 2012
Back in the Saddle
Oh, listen to me....saying "back in the saddle." Like I've ever been in one. Well, now wait...that's not entirely true. Once. North of Kona...in Hawaii. At the Kahua Ranch. My one and only venture on a horse. Old Sampson. He had gas and they put me at the back of the line. But today, I'm back in the saddle in the virtual sort of 2012 way.
We enjoyed a fantastic week-long New Year's Adventure including two evenings of The Middle reruns and another of Absolutely Fabulous reruns. There were two entire days where we didn't dress or put on shoes. Passed around the champagne bottle at midnight. And wrapped up tight on the two days that we ventured outside to both Hudson and Saratoga Springs, New York. Such great towns. You know, everything on the East Coast is so much older than it is out here in the West. It seems more historic. More blue collar. More rough, tough, used and worn. And we enjoyed one evening with as many of our Albany, New York-area friends as we could gather. And Enterprise Car Rental gave us a 2012 Mazda CX9 with 300 miles on it. Rode like a beauty on the Mass Pike. We had a fantastic week. And now we're home. Picking up the pooch from his boarding place this morning. (BTW, can you even believe that there are those that believe I talk about Mason incessantly? I've been accused of being consumed by him and, apparently, talk about him nonstop. Psht....). Oh, and one more thing before I go.....I watched two movies during our six-hour flight from Boston-Portland last night....Dolphin Tale and All the President's Men. I only cried a few times (in the dolphin movie, not the president movie).
We've got a 12th Night gathering tomorrow night, I have my very first Cardiologist appointment next week to hopefully put my adventurous mind to rest about issues that I don't even think are really there (nothing to worry about as far as I know). I'm also back into my facilitation schedule for our company's Flight Path Debrief for Flight Attendants session and will be facilitating in all of our bases over the next year. We are in high-level talks about our travel schedule for this year...planning vacations, crossing destinations off our list, adding others, fantasizing about others. And, yes, my 50th half-century birthday is in six weeks. So, we're in preparation for all of that birthday President's Day weekend (you did know that I celebrate with the President's each year, didn't you?).
I always love this time of year. Fresh starts turn me on. New things make me feel good. And my mind mulling over things that need to go...and things that need to start.....
We enjoyed a fantastic week-long New Year's Adventure including two evenings of The Middle reruns and another of Absolutely Fabulous reruns. There were two entire days where we didn't dress or put on shoes. Passed around the champagne bottle at midnight. And wrapped up tight on the two days that we ventured outside to both Hudson and Saratoga Springs, New York. Such great towns. You know, everything on the East Coast is so much older than it is out here in the West. It seems more historic. More blue collar. More rough, tough, used and worn. And we enjoyed one evening with as many of our Albany, New York-area friends as we could gather. And Enterprise Car Rental gave us a 2012 Mazda CX9 with 300 miles on it. Rode like a beauty on the Mass Pike. We had a fantastic week. And now we're home. Picking up the pooch from his boarding place this morning. (BTW, can you even believe that there are those that believe I talk about Mason incessantly? I've been accused of being consumed by him and, apparently, talk about him nonstop. Psht....). Oh, and one more thing before I go.....I watched two movies during our six-hour flight from Boston-Portland last night....Dolphin Tale and All the President's Men. I only cried a few times (in the dolphin movie, not the president movie).
We've got a 12th Night gathering tomorrow night, I have my very first Cardiologist appointment next week to hopefully put my adventurous mind to rest about issues that I don't even think are really there (nothing to worry about as far as I know). I'm also back into my facilitation schedule for our company's Flight Path Debrief for Flight Attendants session and will be facilitating in all of our bases over the next year. We are in high-level talks about our travel schedule for this year...planning vacations, crossing destinations off our list, adding others, fantasizing about others. And, yes, my 50th half-century birthday is in six weeks. So, we're in preparation for all of that birthday President's Day weekend (you did know that I celebrate with the President's each year, didn't you?).
I always love this time of year. Fresh starts turn me on. New things make me feel good. And my mind mulling over things that need to go...and things that need to start.....
Monday, December 26, 2011
Tick Tock, Tick Tock......
Tick tock tick tock. The last remaining hours of 2011 are in front of us. I can't believe it....but I say that every year. Don't we all? I spent six months of my year nearly not flying but, instead, working in Seattle at our Flight Operations Building creating and developing what is now termed Flight Path Debrief for Flight Attendants. It's an amazingly positive and powerful program designed to make us not only better flight attendants but, more importantly, better human beings. It's required training. It's turned out quite well. I am also an ongoing facilitator for the program and will be off and on throughout 2012. It was a fantastic opportunity that I'm thankful for.
Do you realize that it's possible we may have a President named Newt. Or Mitt. Seriously? Newt or Mitt. Sounds more like a law firm. Anyone who tells me that they were caught off guard in an unexpected moment and were not able to gather even a scant 10,000 signatures in their very own home state has no business being President of the United States. What? You didn't know when the primary was? You didn't know that you actually had to gather the signatures and turn them in? I'm confused. And it sounds like you are too, Newt. Moving on.....
We're departing Wednesday evening for an all-night flight to Boston where we'll rent a car and head westward to Albany, New York, for a week. To kick off the New Year in good style with good friends. Last time we did this the temperature hovered a few degrees above zero, the wind blew, and the snow drifts prompted multi sessions each day of snowblowing. I'm hoping for something just a bit better. And did I mention that we've secured First Class seats for the Seattle-Boston flight? Umm hum. For sleeping purposes. One can't find themselves driving the Mass Pike in the winter without having a proper night's sleep.
We're enjoying the Christmas Eve dinner leftovers again tonight. No complaints here. We enjoyed the holiday working together. One more Orange County turn again tomorrow morning and then I'm off for a week. This time of year always makes me reflective. Well not me, per se....but my thoughts. I like to improve. I like to consider ways of leading my life differently. I'm just that way. I hope you'll find a great way to carry yourself into 2012. What's it going to be? Cheers!
Do you realize that it's possible we may have a President named Newt. Or Mitt. Seriously? Newt or Mitt. Sounds more like a law firm. Anyone who tells me that they were caught off guard in an unexpected moment and were not able to gather even a scant 10,000 signatures in their very own home state has no business being President of the United States. What? You didn't know when the primary was? You didn't know that you actually had to gather the signatures and turn them in? I'm confused. And it sounds like you are too, Newt. Moving on.....
We're departing Wednesday evening for an all-night flight to Boston where we'll rent a car and head westward to Albany, New York, for a week. To kick off the New Year in good style with good friends. Last time we did this the temperature hovered a few degrees above zero, the wind blew, and the snow drifts prompted multi sessions each day of snowblowing. I'm hoping for something just a bit better. And did I mention that we've secured First Class seats for the Seattle-Boston flight? Umm hum. For sleeping purposes. One can't find themselves driving the Mass Pike in the winter without having a proper night's sleep.
We're enjoying the Christmas Eve dinner leftovers again tonight. No complaints here. We enjoyed the holiday working together. One more Orange County turn again tomorrow morning and then I'm off for a week. This time of year always makes me reflective. Well not me, per se....but my thoughts. I like to improve. I like to consider ways of leading my life differently. I'm just that way. I hope you'll find a great way to carry yourself into 2012. What's it going to be? Cheers!
Saturday, December 24, 2011
Merry Christmas
- Chains shall he break for the slave is our brother....
- And in his name all oppression shall cease....
- I've said it before, and I'll say it again, I don't care about your personal religious beliefs or lack thereof. I gather my inspiration and motivation from a wide variety of places, sources and people. But I do try to remember that the slave is our brother. And that in the name of peace all oppression shall cease.
- Nearly every day of my almost 50 years on this planet I am confronted with the stark shortcomings of my humanity. I come face to face with the fact that I am not perfect and that the world we live in is a mess. I know full well that my goals for the year 2011 have failed -- and that the goals from the past year will probably be the same for the coming year. I'm a work in progress....it's far more a journey than a destination. None of that can be an excuse to continue to not strive for something better, greater. Something peaceful. Without destruction. Something sustainable.
- Be nice to one another. No matter what. There is never an excuse to be unkind.
- Merry Christmas.
Wednesday, December 21, 2011
It's the Most Wonderful Time of the Year
Actually, it is. I love this time of the year. And only a small piece of it has anything to do with the Christmas thing. I do love the music and food and gatherings and watching people go everywhere to see their families and friends. But you can keep the presents and financial obligations and commercialism. But there's something captivating about winter. The longest day of the year. The dark. The cold. The sky seems to be more clear in the winter (well, when we can actually see it....here in Portland). The stars shine even brighter. The wind seems to blow away bad things. It gives the mind a chance to clear and rethink. But I do enjoy it for the value it brings to the earth and to my life.
I'm home this week. With what may be Pink Eye. I've never had it. And the doctor isn't sure....if it's actually Pink Eye. If it is, it's highly contagious. If it's not, it's just puffy, red eyes with stuff in them. One eye more red than the other. So, I'm home. Certainly not at work with something contagious.
We leave one week from today for Albany, New York. We're going to kick off the year 2012 with lots of good friends in the countryside outside of Albany. Cold. Snow (maybe). Laughs. Giggles. Good food and drinks. A pajama party inside while the cold winds of the night remain outside. Actually, I've already asked LoverBoy if we can make sure to go outside on New Year's Eve. To stand together even if just for a minute. To enjoy the night...the sky....and all of those other things that the last few minutes of the year bring. He has agreed. We're flying to Boston, renting a car, and heading west back toward New York state. I'm praying for good roads on the Mass Pike (isn't that what those fancy Northeasterners call it??). We're going to enjoy a huge dinner with a ton of our close and extended friends on the 30th. Many of these guys are those that we spend Bear Week in Provincetown with each July. The rest are friends of friends who are now our friends! It's nice. And we can't wait.
Portland is on track to have the driest December on record. It is typically our wettest month of the year. And we've had barely any rain. It's been cold and clear with some morning fog. So, the other day Mason was scratching at our patio door "Let me out!" So I did. He likes to hang out there on the east-facing patio in the mornings when the sun is shining. He stares down three floors at the people below wandering to and from our corner coffee shop. Now, he knows the rules for being out there: (1) No barking (2) No throwing his toys over the edge and (3) No digging in the planter that houses a small Japanese maple tree. But for some reason, I caught him in a compromising position that I've never seen him in before:
I said, "Mason, you get down from there" in my most low-octave, authoritative sort of quasi masculine voice. He then glanced up to see if I actually meant business or not:
And then he did this.....perfectly, beautifully, innocently:
It was cold that morning....and I think that it was the warmest spot he could find. I laughed and laughed. And I grabbed my camera to capture these moments. He's such a good boy.
Merry Christmas everybody. To you. To your friends and family. To those moments in our lives when we don't feel like saying anything "Merry." To those things that are less than "Merry." Who cares! Look 'em straight in the face anyway and say "Merry Christmas" or some other happy greeting.
I'm home this week. With what may be Pink Eye. I've never had it. And the doctor isn't sure....if it's actually Pink Eye. If it is, it's highly contagious. If it's not, it's just puffy, red eyes with stuff in them. One eye more red than the other. So, I'm home. Certainly not at work with something contagious.
We leave one week from today for Albany, New York. We're going to kick off the year 2012 with lots of good friends in the countryside outside of Albany. Cold. Snow (maybe). Laughs. Giggles. Good food and drinks. A pajama party inside while the cold winds of the night remain outside. Actually, I've already asked LoverBoy if we can make sure to go outside on New Year's Eve. To stand together even if just for a minute. To enjoy the night...the sky....and all of those other things that the last few minutes of the year bring. He has agreed. We're flying to Boston, renting a car, and heading west back toward New York state. I'm praying for good roads on the Mass Pike (isn't that what those fancy Northeasterners call it??). We're going to enjoy a huge dinner with a ton of our close and extended friends on the 30th. Many of these guys are those that we spend Bear Week in Provincetown with each July. The rest are friends of friends who are now our friends! It's nice. And we can't wait.
Portland is on track to have the driest December on record. It is typically our wettest month of the year. And we've had barely any rain. It's been cold and clear with some morning fog. So, the other day Mason was scratching at our patio door "Let me out!" So I did. He likes to hang out there on the east-facing patio in the mornings when the sun is shining. He stares down three floors at the people below wandering to and from our corner coffee shop. Now, he knows the rules for being out there: (1) No barking (2) No throwing his toys over the edge and (3) No digging in the planter that houses a small Japanese maple tree. But for some reason, I caught him in a compromising position that I've never seen him in before:
And then he did this.....perfectly, beautifully, innocently:
Merry Christmas everybody. To you. To your friends and family. To those moments in our lives when we don't feel like saying anything "Merry." To those things that are less than "Merry." Who cares! Look 'em straight in the face anyway and say "Merry Christmas" or some other happy greeting.
Tuesday, December 20, 2011
Friday, December 16, 2011
The Gift That Doesn't Keep on Giving
Do you see it? Way in the back? Beyond the spare bedding for overnight guests....past the plastic containers that stack perfectly with our minimal household belongings. It's the rolls of Christmas wrapping paper. About ten of them. And they've been right there since we moved in more than three years ago. And, now that I'm thinking about it, they were in our basement back at our earlier house. Untouched. Used minimally. Just sitting there.
We haven't bought Christmas wrapping paper in years. Many, many years. Because we don't typically give gifts. To others nor to each other. Sometimes we do. But not as a standard. We stopped maybe five years ago because of the cost. And because most people (including us) don't actually need anything. How's that for practicality and being over analytical. Yeah, yeah I know.....Christmas is not quite the right time for over-thinking the process. It's the season for giving and taking and exchanging and holiday cheer and blah blah blah. And we still do Christmas parties and fun things....it's just that the gifts are no longer a part of our traditions. Occasionally we still give each other one or two things. We (well, I'd better just speak for myself....) decided that it makes no sense to stand in the middle of a Target store looking, staring, searching out something that we really don't need -- only to see it in the pile headed to Goodwill six months later.
We'd rather spend our money on big trips or things for the house. And right now we're considering putting in new hardwoods or flooring of some sort. And I'd really like a refrigerator with a freezer on the bottom instead of the space inefficient side-by-side that we have. Plus, our anniversary is in the earlier part of December. And we're leaving on the 28th for a week's vacation in New York state. So the giving of gifts tends to fall lower on the priority list.
And we do miss it sometimes. The pile of things under the tree. The scissors, the tape, the measuring, the bows, the name tags on the packages. The waking up early on Christmas morning to see if Santa has been down the chimney (that we don't have) during the night. That's all fun and games sometimes. But honest to god, it has taken so much pressure off of the holiday season. No financial pressure. No time constraints. No having to put on your thinking cap and come up with some gift idea. So for now, the rolls of wrapping paper will stay in the back of our storage unit right where they've been for several years. Untouched. Unused.
Merry Christmas.
We'd rather spend our money on big trips or things for the house. And right now we're considering putting in new hardwoods or flooring of some sort. And I'd really like a refrigerator with a freezer on the bottom instead of the space inefficient side-by-side that we have. Plus, our anniversary is in the earlier part of December. And we're leaving on the 28th for a week's vacation in New York state. So the giving of gifts tends to fall lower on the priority list.
And we do miss it sometimes. The pile of things under the tree. The scissors, the tape, the measuring, the bows, the name tags on the packages. The waking up early on Christmas morning to see if Santa has been down the chimney (that we don't have) during the night. That's all fun and games sometimes. But honest to god, it has taken so much pressure off of the holiday season. No financial pressure. No time constraints. No having to put on your thinking cap and come up with some gift idea. So for now, the rolls of wrapping paper will stay in the back of our storage unit right where they've been for several years. Untouched. Unused.
Merry Christmas.
Thursday, December 15, 2011
Tis The Season For Sharing
My father in law used to tell this story around this time of year....Christmas. In fact, he told it over and over....like plenty of older folks do, they repeat things and stories. And he would always get big tears in his eyes and a catch in his throat when he told it. Last night in Austin, I was around the dinner table with three of my fellow crew members and somehow we got to talking about stories of goodwill, Christmas, helping others, and all of that. So, I shared this story.....and even I had to stop about halfway through because I'm a big old crybaby. The story is a keeper, to say the least. It took place around the mid 1930s.....when my father in law was around ten or so. Ohio, winter time, snow everywhere, cold....in the middle of the depression. Times were super tough for everyone. They still are. Take the time to share, to relate, to give attention to others. Share stories. Share your life, your happy times, your lessons.
Dinner was nearly ready when the coal truck pulled into the driveway with a delivery for heating the house. Dinner was soup on this particular night. While the delivery man was shoveling the coal into the coal chute at the side of the house, my father in law who was only around ten years old noticed a little boy sitting in the front seat of the delivery truck. Waiting. He looked cold. So, my FIL asked his mother if they could invite the little boy and the man into the house for a cup of soup. His mother said "Of Course," and added another cup of water to the soup to make it stretch. The man and his son came into the house and had soup with the family. A cold night, a warm kitchen, a family with the coal delivery man and his small son.
Fast forward to the following spring. A knock at the front door. "Do you remember me?," the man asked when my FIL's mother answered the door. "I was the coal delivery man who was here last winter...you invited me and my young son into your house to have soup with you. I've taken a new job now. I'm painting houses and I'd like to paint your house for free." My FIL's mother didn't understand but the man continued. "You see," he said "On the very day that I delivered your coal and you invited us in, I was at the end of my rope. We were broke and I could not provide for my family any longer. And I thought it was best if I ended my life. I was on my way to take my life on the very day that you invited me in. But I didn't.....because of you and your hospitality."
Tis the season for sharing and giving. Not receiving. Not wanting. Not being greedy. Not even football or food or shopping. But for giving. To others. For absolutely nothing in return. Make sure that those around you feel welcome and that their needs are met. For it is in giving that we receive.
Wednesday, December 07, 2011
December Follies
Good god, it's December. Of 2011. Already. How many times in my life have I said, "I can't believe how fast times flies...." It just keeps on happening. Portland is socked in under low-level fog and temperatures in the 30s. Stagnant air. Blue skies just above me....not more than a half-mile or so. It's a good thing I'm not given over to that seasonal affective (or is it effective?) disorder syndrome thingy. BUT, we've had no rain for a long, long time. And that counts...right??
- Our 14th Anniversary will occur this Friday December 9 (so there....take that Kim Kardashian and Newt Gingrich). Lordy. Lordy. Who would have ever guessed. I continue to learn from him. His strengths are exactly what I need in my many weaknesses. And, no, you can't have him. He's mine. We're celebrating with a condo-wide building party and neighborhood Festival of Lights. Just the way we like to.
- We made a drive to Idaho for Thanksgiving to enjoy several nice days with my family. We always love our road trips. And we hadn't been with my family for a holiday in a long while. Thanksgiving dinner was awesome.....even though there wasn't nearly enough dressing (or stuffing....whatever you call it). That's my favorite. I made cranberry/walnut brussel sprouts. And my mom made her homemade dinner rolls at my request. Exactly how old does one have to be in order to stop making special requests of his mother for dinner??
- Christmas will find me working. Just a morning turnaround...home by 1pm. We'll enjoy leftovers from a dinner that we will have made the day before. We're working as hard as we can this month because on December 28 we are......
- Going to our good friend's home out in the perfectly beautiful countryside south of Albany, New York, for the New Year's holiday. Flying to Boston, renting a car, and making our way west along the Mass Pike (that's what you MA people call it....right??). I'm already praying for good roads and weather as we toot along in our rental car. Our friends always treat us like kings. Or queens. Whatever. And we're going to enjoy a nice dinner out with all of our many other friends in the Albany area while we're back there. Portland and Albany are simply too far apart sometimes.
- I have completed six months of helping design Flight Path Debrief for Flight Attendants. A program to encourage personal growth. Happiness. Self respect. Respect for others. The program will be conducted for all 2,800 flight attendants over the next year. In addition to being one of the 15 designers of this amazing program, I will also be a part-time facilitator of it as well. Four hours of fantastic videos made by our group, powerful personal stories to encourage, and trying to look at life from just a bit of a more positive slant.
- The gym and I have not been good friends this year. I hate him and he hates me. It's a system of mutual admiration. But I keep on paying him every month to keep his mouth shut. I know that my relationship with him needs to change. But that's about all I know at this point.
- I will celebrate a birthday of some sort of milestone in the next two months. Plans are being made. I'm not sure about it all. It seems weird. Like, really super old. In spite of the fact that I don't feel that way at all.
Thursday, October 27, 2011
My Plumb Line
For most of the last six months, I've been participating in efforts that I'm not typically used to being a part of. Developing an executive management-mandated and required training project for flight attendants. It's much larger than simply that. It is an effort to train all nearly 10,000 employees of the airline that I work for. Each employee participates in a four-hour morning "All Company" session....all employees will go through this session. And the afternoon brings four-hours about smaller, individual department sessions....which is the flight attendant session I've helped develop. It rolled out in the month of October after five months of work. We started with probably close to 100 ideas, thoughts, considerations. And ended up in close to, oh maybe, eight or so modules or sections. It is high powered, energetic, and meant to prod and poke at not only one's flight attendant job and the company we work for -- but also the insides. The person. The human being. My claim to fame all summer long during the development phase is that "I want to poke buttons in each person. I want them to respond in a positive way. I want them to leave feeling great about their lives and have something to work toward in their futures." I don't mind asking more of each person than they are typically used to giving. I want more. That's the kind of guy I am.
The session has been receiving rave reviews from a wide variety of people. And that makes me happy. Words like "Uplifting, life changing, and inspiring" are often on the critique forms. And that's what I wanted to be a part of. I refused to do the normal, the company, the corporate, the average, the expected.
But you see, whenever you put yourself out there, push ahead, think in these sorts of ways, it always seems to come back to you. To me. At some point I knew the tables would be turned on me. Toward me. Focused on me. My own life, my own personal challenges and where I'm at today. At some point I knew that my own life would be would be held accountable and see if it runs parallel to the program I've helped produce. Or if I'm off track. And who better to bring those sorts of thoughts to light than one's partner, best friend, lover, husband. Right? I mean, he knows me. He gets me. He's had 14 years to know my ups and downs, my likes and dislikes, and....yes....my shortcomings and parts of my life that fall short.
He asked me a while back how it felt to participate in such a wide-scale program, developing such introspective and personal pieces for others to consider. And he asked me if I'd actually considered any of the particulars in my own life. Had I held myself accountable for this or that. How it felt to ask others to do something when, perhaps, I hadn't done it in my own life, for myself. Good lord. Is that what significant others are supposed to do? Yes, I supposed at some point they are. I don't begrudge him the question. I appreciate him asking me. That's what he's supposed to do.
I told him this after careful consideration and thought. I told him that I was afraid of something. I told him that despite my hard, crusty -- sometimes arrogant and prideful -- exterior, I knew that I must keep these sorts of thoughts and projects in my life. I needed them. I needed them to remind me of my humanity, my shortcomings and failings. I needed to keep on considering them, developing them, reminding others of things. And that in reminding others of ways to improve their own life, that I then remind myself to do the same. I told him that I was afraid I would become an old curmudgeon if I don't do this. If I fail to keep on thinking positive that I'd end up in a place I don't want to be as I age. I told him that I needed to keep positive thoughts and energy right in my face via projects, people, and attitude or else I'd end up like "them." Those who are near us who we don't want to be like. It's my reminder. My center point. My plumb line. What's yours?
The session has been receiving rave reviews from a wide variety of people. And that makes me happy. Words like "Uplifting, life changing, and inspiring" are often on the critique forms. And that's what I wanted to be a part of. I refused to do the normal, the company, the corporate, the average, the expected.
But you see, whenever you put yourself out there, push ahead, think in these sorts of ways, it always seems to come back to you. To me. At some point I knew the tables would be turned on me. Toward me. Focused on me. My own life, my own personal challenges and where I'm at today. At some point I knew that my own life would be would be held accountable and see if it runs parallel to the program I've helped produce. Or if I'm off track. And who better to bring those sorts of thoughts to light than one's partner, best friend, lover, husband. Right? I mean, he knows me. He gets me. He's had 14 years to know my ups and downs, my likes and dislikes, and....yes....my shortcomings and parts of my life that fall short.
He asked me a while back how it felt to participate in such a wide-scale program, developing such introspective and personal pieces for others to consider. And he asked me if I'd actually considered any of the particulars in my own life. Had I held myself accountable for this or that. How it felt to ask others to do something when, perhaps, I hadn't done it in my own life, for myself. Good lord. Is that what significant others are supposed to do? Yes, I supposed at some point they are. I don't begrudge him the question. I appreciate him asking me. That's what he's supposed to do.
I told him this after careful consideration and thought. I told him that I was afraid of something. I told him that despite my hard, crusty -- sometimes arrogant and prideful -- exterior, I knew that I must keep these sorts of thoughts and projects in my life. I needed them. I needed them to remind me of my humanity, my shortcomings and failings. I needed to keep on considering them, developing them, reminding others of things. And that in reminding others of ways to improve their own life, that I then remind myself to do the same. I told him that I was afraid I would become an old curmudgeon if I don't do this. If I fail to keep on thinking positive that I'd end up in a place I don't want to be as I age. I told him that I needed to keep positive thoughts and energy right in my face via projects, people, and attitude or else I'd end up like "them." Those who are near us who we don't want to be like. It's my reminder. My center point. My plumb line. What's yours?
Sunday, October 16, 2011
Do Ask......Do Tell.......
In all of my wildest dreams I never thought it would possibly come to this. I'm not even sure that I could have actually crafted the way that it played out in reality. And I'm not sure that I anticipated that I would be able to be a part, and have a front row seat, to such cutting-edge decisions.
Yesterday morning at 05:30, we met six friends in a dark parking lot at a motel near the Oregon Air National Guard Base located at our airport. Dressed up. Jackets. Dresses. Ties. A cold fall morning. Clearly, tensions were high. Emotions on edge. Wanting to laugh and be giddy but the underlying feelings of uncertainty led to deep breaths. "Okay folks, this is how the ceremony will play out......," he began. He was being promoted to Master Sargent. In a formal ceremony at the Air National Guard base. And he wanted us to all know the order, the formality, who goes in first, who sits where. This was our good friend of a dozen years or more. He's been in for 16 years and he loves his military duty time. He's a great instructor, mentor, teacher....and cares deeply for those in his unit. They have been on several deployments to the Middle East including the most recent duty in Iraq. He tells all sorts of stories of his time in Iraq. And our house has been his house. Each month when he comes into Portland for his military weekend, he stays at our house. We feel like we've been on his duty with him. We know the names of all of his guard buddies and all of the stories about each of them. We've been there for his ups and downs. For the good and the bad. And when his mind just won't allow him to sit in another crowded, noisy restaurant with children running around, we get it. We understand it. And we leave. His time in war has caused his life to be different.
And the reason that things have played out in the way they have is because he is gay. Yes sir, 100% unabashed homosexual. Except on the Air Base. Except when he is leading his unit in weapons instruction. Except when he is doing his military security duties at an undisclosed base in Iraq. Except when he is on the shooting range. Except when he voluntarily takes himself to war for his country. Until now. Until September 20, 2011, when the repeal of Don't Ask Don't Tell came into effect. Not even a month ago and now his promotion to Master Sargent. And the dark aforementioned morning in the motel parking lot.
You see, today his partner is going on the base with us. For the very first time. For the first time in Oregon Air National Guard history. For the first time for every single person at Commander's Call to see and hear. He is being promoted at a formal ceremony at 06:00 in front of military men, boys really. In the last few days before the ceremony, he made special coming-out announcements to his Sargent and Commander. In private before the big ceremony. Just so that they were not caught off guard. And we are here too. So nervous. Uncomfortable as we enter the building. Everyone in fatigues. "Yes sir" and "No sir" the phrases of the day. We have reserved seats in the first two rows while the room fills up with about 60 or so soldiers. Lordy, I'm sweating. And the ceremony begins.
His mother cries. His partner tells of "acting" and "being an actor" today and in years past. I hear of his partner's work in advocating on behalf of all of the silent partners who have hidden their faces for years. Lying, changing names, changing stories, not being able to post on Facebook about great experiences or ask for help in the dark days. His partner has a rich history of fighting, wanting more, wanting better. Stories about going to the Pentagon to meet with U.S. Military experts and higher ups. Of passing the Joint Chiefs of Staff office. Of being in the room when President Obama signed the repeal a few months back. Of shaking the President's hand and thanking him on behalf of a nameless, faceless soldier. Of the big smile on the President's face. Man oh man, that's powerful stuff.
And now we're in the room. And he is speaking. He's introducing his mom. And then, "Probably this is what you've all been wondering about, this is my husband." Silence. What? What did he say? And then his story to the group about his husband working for the good. For the silence that has simply had to be. And the group claps. And claps. And we stand to our feet out of respect. Remember, this has never, ever happened here before. The first time. In history. And the receiving line afterwards....I'm shaking hand after hand. Saying good morning. Saying hello. Saying thank you. Everyone pleasant. Everyone energetic and polite. And a few....the Sargent.....looking right straight into his face and speaking directly to the formerly silent partner with words to this effect: I want you to know how much I appreciate all of the work you've done behind the scenes for this cause. It is a pleasure to meet you. I've told the military for a while now that we were prepared for this. Wow. What a day. I told my own LoverBoy afterwards that this is definitely in our Top 10 list of great things that we've been able to experience in our time together. Amazing. So powerful. History in the making. Trend setting.
And last night about 8pm, I receive a text message from the formerly silent partner "Who would have thought that I'd ever be spending the evening eating pizza and drinking beer with a bunch of straight military guys with my partner....these are amazing days." And they are.
Yesterday morning at 05:30, we met six friends in a dark parking lot at a motel near the Oregon Air National Guard Base located at our airport. Dressed up. Jackets. Dresses. Ties. A cold fall morning. Clearly, tensions were high. Emotions on edge. Wanting to laugh and be giddy but the underlying feelings of uncertainty led to deep breaths. "Okay folks, this is how the ceremony will play out......," he began. He was being promoted to Master Sargent. In a formal ceremony at the Air National Guard base. And he wanted us to all know the order, the formality, who goes in first, who sits where. This was our good friend of a dozen years or more. He's been in for 16 years and he loves his military duty time. He's a great instructor, mentor, teacher....and cares deeply for those in his unit. They have been on several deployments to the Middle East including the most recent duty in Iraq. He tells all sorts of stories of his time in Iraq. And our house has been his house. Each month when he comes into Portland for his military weekend, he stays at our house. We feel like we've been on his duty with him. We know the names of all of his guard buddies and all of the stories about each of them. We've been there for his ups and downs. For the good and the bad. And when his mind just won't allow him to sit in another crowded, noisy restaurant with children running around, we get it. We understand it. And we leave. His time in war has caused his life to be different.
And the reason that things have played out in the way they have is because he is gay. Yes sir, 100% unabashed homosexual. Except on the Air Base. Except when he is leading his unit in weapons instruction. Except when he is doing his military security duties at an undisclosed base in Iraq. Except when he is on the shooting range. Except when he voluntarily takes himself to war for his country. Until now. Until September 20, 2011, when the repeal of Don't Ask Don't Tell came into effect. Not even a month ago and now his promotion to Master Sargent. And the dark aforementioned morning in the motel parking lot.
You see, today his partner is going on the base with us. For the very first time. For the first time in Oregon Air National Guard history. For the first time for every single person at Commander's Call to see and hear. He is being promoted at a formal ceremony at 06:00 in front of military men, boys really. In the last few days before the ceremony, he made special coming-out announcements to his Sargent and Commander. In private before the big ceremony. Just so that they were not caught off guard. And we are here too. So nervous. Uncomfortable as we enter the building. Everyone in fatigues. "Yes sir" and "No sir" the phrases of the day. We have reserved seats in the first two rows while the room fills up with about 60 or so soldiers. Lordy, I'm sweating. And the ceremony begins.
His mother cries. His partner tells of "acting" and "being an actor" today and in years past. I hear of his partner's work in advocating on behalf of all of the silent partners who have hidden their faces for years. Lying, changing names, changing stories, not being able to post on Facebook about great experiences or ask for help in the dark days. His partner has a rich history of fighting, wanting more, wanting better. Stories about going to the Pentagon to meet with U.S. Military experts and higher ups. Of passing the Joint Chiefs of Staff office. Of being in the room when President Obama signed the repeal a few months back. Of shaking the President's hand and thanking him on behalf of a nameless, faceless soldier. Of the big smile on the President's face. Man oh man, that's powerful stuff.
And now we're in the room. And he is speaking. He's introducing his mom. And then, "Probably this is what you've all been wondering about, this is my husband." Silence. What? What did he say? And then his story to the group about his husband working for the good. For the silence that has simply had to be. And the group claps. And claps. And we stand to our feet out of respect. Remember, this has never, ever happened here before. The first time. In history. And the receiving line afterwards....I'm shaking hand after hand. Saying good morning. Saying hello. Saying thank you. Everyone pleasant. Everyone energetic and polite. And a few....the Sargent.....looking right straight into his face and speaking directly to the formerly silent partner with words to this effect: I want you to know how much I appreciate all of the work you've done behind the scenes for this cause. It is a pleasure to meet you. I've told the military for a while now that we were prepared for this. Wow. What a day. I told my own LoverBoy afterwards that this is definitely in our Top 10 list of great things that we've been able to experience in our time together. Amazing. So powerful. History in the making. Trend setting.
And last night about 8pm, I receive a text message from the formerly silent partner "Who would have thought that I'd ever be spending the evening eating pizza and drinking beer with a bunch of straight military guys with my partner....these are amazing days." And they are.
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