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Life: Favorite Things

June 5, 2017

oceanOne of my very favorite things about my life is that I get to live in the city. When we were looking at houses over twenty years ago, I tried to get us right downtown in an old dilapidated fraternity house, but the financing was no go.

We ended up in an older home up on what is called the Bench, or the New North End, as realtors like to call it now. The old North End is an area with tiny cottages and postage stamp yards that are uber expensive. It was once the yucky part of town. Then someone decided it was the trendy wonderful “historic” part of town, and now it is expensive.

It is a mecca for the political left. One of my conservative friends was stopped at a light and a man who objected to her bumper sticker got out of his car and forcibly removed it from her bumper. She was an elderly non-confrontational type of person, but it was upsetting for her.

I would have responded and, it would not have been one of my best What Would Jesus Do? type of moments.

I write tangentially. If it is driving you to distraction, my recommendation is to read just the first paragraph and the summary sentence of the last paragraph, or as an alternative, you could read the blog of someone more mentally balanced.

The Bench is not nearly as expensive, but boasts older, usually but not always, larger homes with old trees.

Another of my favorite things is just taking walks around my neighborhood. I have a favorite route that is three miles. I know because I drove it in my car for the purpose of measuring it. Sometimes when I am extra ambitious, I also take in the Capitol Blvd. hill which if you return behind the Anniversary Inn is about ninety nine steps pretty much straight up, or as straight up as you can be without having to actually climb.

There are a lot of beautiful gardens in the front yards of the houses in my area. They probably have some eye popping floral spectacles in the back as well, but I don’t want to be found trespassing to find out.

I was going to say that people are really friendly, but the truth is that I would not like it if they were overly friendly. I like the level of friendliness that lands somewhere between nodding and/or smiling as you pass one another or for the other end of the parameter, the extreme of bold, saying something inanely rhetorical such as, “Isn’t it a beautiful day?”

I don’t want political comments or satire or investigative questions. I don’t want to have the burden of having to remember the name of someone who lives one and a half miles from my house. Life is just too darn short for that. An exception would be that I don’t mind knowing your dog’s name. I like petting other people’s dogs since I don’t have one and won’t anytime soon in the future.

Have you ever thought about volunteering to walk someone else’s dog for them? I have, but then I thought it would involve a lot of interaction and actually getting to know other people, and I just felt all tired inside.

I was reading a book the other night in which someone expressed my thoughts about people so brilliantly, so succinctly that I noted it in the margin and indexed it in the back of the book.

I will be quoting from Furiously Happy, A Funny Book About Horrible Things by Jenny Lawson. Remember in my review a few days back, I said it was incredibly funny, encouraging to mentally ill people and completely profane. You have been warned.

“I believe it was Sartre who said, “Hell is other people,” and I suspect he wrote that after spending an hour with over-involved parents who won’t stop yelling at coaches, instructors, or crying four-year-olds who really just want a snow cone.”

I love my family and friends, some of my neighbors and co-workers, but people are exhausting. Let’s be honest. Part of walking is intentionally leaving the cell phone, the internet, and people behind, so that I can recover whatever emotional equilibrium is left to me in this life. Why would I want to talk to people while I am doing it?

Well, there you have it. Two of my favorite things. I was going to do three, but I don’t know what the third one is. It is probably seeing the ocean, if I had to guess. If I don’t know what my third favorite thing is, I don’t know how to find out. I will got out on a limb here and say that my third favorite thing is the Oregon Coast/Pacific Ocean/any ocean. The only bad thing about seeing the ocean is that when it time to leave, I always feel incredibly grieved with my whole heart to the point of actual tears. Yes, it feels like a death to drive away from the Oregon Coast. That is why it is number three and not number one. If I could stay there always, it would be number one.

I like to take walks there and be comfortably distant with people and friendly to their dogs. Lots of people bring their dogs to the Oregon Coast. It’s the thing. The ocean always make me think of the Lord and how He is big beyond anything we can really grasp with our minds or senses. He is just as big when I am in Boise, Idaho, walking around, but I don’t think about Him that way when I am here.

That is probably why I usually carry around a little card with a Bible verse on it when I take my three mile walk. It just turns my heart that way spiritually. I don’t need any cards on the Oregon Coast. It is like the difference between skyping someone or actually being with them.

My last paragraph was no doubt filled with heresy or scriptural inconsistencies or both. I meant that is how it feels.

My three favorite things are living in the city, walking in the city, and chaining myself to something immoveable at the ocean.

The End

 

 

 

Playing Hookey On My Day Off Or What Did I Find At Trader Joe’s Boise

April 3, 2014

Post Traumatic Schedule Disorder was my self diagnosis.  Today is my only day off for eight days in a row.  I had an eight o’clock class, was supposed to go to my prayer group, a scheduled lunch with a friend, and then someone, without asking me, put me on a list for a four hour training session at work this afternoon.  Here is my synopsis:  I went to class.  So few people showed up that the adjunct gave us points just for showing up.  Score.

I came home and goofed off for a little bit and drank tea and ate a Little Debbie and read my Bible and rediscovered that God actually loves people like me as much as anybody else which is quite a lot.  I had planned to take a walk and ended up on my bike with old bread, a cloth grocery bag and my purse.  I rode to the park and fed ducks and sea gulls, but avoided the geese.  Sometimes I like geese tolerably well, and sometimes I despise them.  Today the crowd of mixed birds started to scatter.  I saw a woman with one of those ball throwing devices and a large loose dog.  The birds were terrified.  I yelled to her politely that this was not a good place for dogs because we have hundreds of birds.  She went across the street.

I returned to feeding the less traumatized birds minus the geese for the most part.  Once in a while, I would throw them a tidbit.  Then I saw something horrible.  One of the nastier geese pushed over a sea gull and literally stood on it.  Before I could turn into Super Seagull Rescue Woman, the seagull escaped.

Sometimes I multitask.  I am not good at it.  That explains a lot of cooking errors.  But I digress.  While I was feeding the mixed multitude, I was also writing my novel in my head.  I thought of a tremendously funny scene in which Megan is standing in court, having been arrested for causing a disturbance while feeding the geese.  The Fish was in her large purse, and was telling her what to say.  When the judge allowed her to speak, she said, “To Hell with you, Jesus hates you.”  However, what the Fish actually said was, “To Hell with geese, Jesus hates you.”  He let his personal bias seep out.  Of course, I thought this was stunningly funny in a weird kind of way and started laughing loudly in the midst of the gulls.  I got curious looks from the woman with the ball throwing stick.

I ran out of bread and rode to Trader Joe’s in downtown Boise.  I purchased four items after searching each aisle carefully.

1.  Trader Joe’s Bite Size Everything Crackers

2.  Trader Joe’s Nourish Spa Shampoo

3.  Trader Ming’s Chicken Shu Mai

4.   Trader Joe’s Chocolate Covered Sea Salt Butterscotch Caramels

The last item was only because some old lady (She was obviously older than me.  I remind myself of Grandma Laura calling the other women at the nursing home in Burnsville, Minnesota, “old bats.”) asked the stocker what the best chocolate was.  He said that this was the best of everything in the entire store.  They must be good because the check out girl nearly drooled on the package and seemed to regret that I was taking them out of the store and not her.

I loaded up my bike and went to the Boise Art Museum because it is First Thursday which is free.  I enjoyed touring around what they had to see except for the vampire exhibit with the spookly eyes, so I did not really look at that.  I ran out of those rooms.  Ick.

I really enjoyed the work of Mare Blocker from McCall whose work was entitled, Archive Threshold.  It combined two media, a journal and photography.  They also had a great life sized manikin exhibit with a group of teenagers in white wool parkas all carrying cell phones.  It was called Sheep Something.  I cannot remember what, but I thought it was truly typical of this generation:  sheep like followers who are addicted to their phones.

The great privilege at BAM was that I encountered a group of special education children, some of whom had obvious birth defects.  It felt like the breath of God when I walked past them with their loving teachers and happiness and joy.  Carpe Diem.  God was there.

I am home, and a large essay test which requires great thought awaits.  I also have a large assignment from my other class.  Looks like I cannot postpone the inevitable any longer.  Good bye dear Day Off.  You were wonderful.