Sunday, May 25, 2025

Day 24 :: A Good Book

Here are the books I have read in the last 5 years that I gave a 5 star rating. 
The review is what I wrote on my Goodreads account.

2021
I took a lot of pictures of various pages in this book, which means I wanted to remember it so I could discuss it later with friends. It's a "need to discuss" book. My favorite essays are Auld Lang Syne, Wendover, Wonder, the Iceland one.
Actually there were hardly any that I didn't love, but those are the one I had to set aside and sigh about.
That one part, where the soldiers sing over and over "we're here because we're here because we're here because we're here..." ☠️
I keep thinking about this book. I want to reread some of the essays.


2021
I'm almost exhausted by how much I love this book. It is such a delightful tale and I feel like I need to read it again. It was like a special dessert you save for later when the kids are in bed...Every time I opened the book to read it was like I sat here with my delicious treat. So delicious are the words and descriptions. How precious are words and books and documents that are superfluous and excessive now in the year 2020. We sling them about the internet without thinking. Anna's storyline was so profound in how rare and fragile written word used to be. They can actually disappear from off the face of the earth if it rained too hard.
How do I even ever read another book? This was so lovely and fun and delicious. I loved it so much.


2022-2023
 Specifically the whole trilogy and The Hobbit. This series is so crazy because when you are reading it, you can think of nothing else. 

Gosh this book. So wonderful. 
The greatest of victories. Sam, going even though he doesn't know the way.
Gollum's role. It could not have been achieved without his antagonism, his friction to work against.
The last sacrifice of the Captains as a diversion.
So much. I need to chew on it some more.
I know I love a book when all I see is that book in everything. It relates to everything else in life. Every conversation can circle back to a connection to these books.


2023
This really is a five star book. The writing is amazing. The characters are so great. It's a survival story, a coming of age, great redemption. But it's just too much sadness and awfulness. And drug use/addiction is not my favorite of plot lines. There were no pallet cleansers...just so much bad luck and not enough redemption - for me.
But I do recognize this is GOAT of a book. How does a writer pull this off.


2022 and 2023
Such a beautiful book. I loved the writing, I love the characters, I love the count. So many layers, I fear I have missed some of them. It was slow roasted and cooked to perfection.
Every sentence carefully crafted, example:
"In particular, he was thinking—with a sense of foreboding—that in the course of twenty years this firefly, this pinwheel, this wonder of the world had become a woman who, when asked where she was going, could answer without the slightest hesitation: Does it matter?"

And the sentiments, the ideas...I feel like I want to reread it:
"After all, what can a first impression tell us about someone we’ve just met for a minute in the lobby of a hotel? For that matter, what can a first impression tell us about anyone? Why, no more than a chord can tell us about Beethoven, or a brushstroke about Botticelli. By their very nature, human beings are so capricious, so complex, so delightfully contradictory, that they deserve not only our consideration, but our reconsideration—and our unwavering determination to withhold our opinion until we have engaged with them in every possible setting at every possible hour."

And this: the personifications are perfection:
"Like the wheeling of the stars,"
muttered the Count as he paced.
That is how time passes when
one is left waiting unaccountably. The
hours
become
interminable.

The minutes relentless. And the seconds?
Why, not only does every last one of
them demand its moment on the stage,
it insists upon making a soliloquy full
of weighty pauses and artful hesitations
and then leaps into an encore at the
slightest hint of applause."

I've read this one 3 times. It is at the top of my all time favorites.


2023
So good.
It's such a relief to read such good writing, such good storytelling.
It's beautiful and heartbreaking. There is a rise and a fall, always giving and taking. There's so much symmetry and interweaving - like water. Somehow the whole story mimics the nature of water.


2024
This is the kind book I'm talking about. Where reading the beautiful construction of words is the whole activity. The plot is secondary. The characters are the stars of the show. The way Rainy describes everything is the entertainment.
Absolutely no skimming. Sometimes reread, and reread a third time. Highlight it to enjoy later.
But also the plot. Very good. Bravo. (I read this one twice in a row)


 

Day 23 :: Something I Never Get Sick Of

 

I think I never get sick of watching my kids grow and become the next version of themselves. 

HOWEVER - I know where this is going. I know that Avery is about to launch right out of my nest. And then the other two will follow. It will break my heart, but also make me so happy. 

Today Avery got her patriarchal blessing. It was so amazing. She has such an amazing soul. I'm a little bit speechless about the things Brother Hoyt said about her - about her premortal, present, and future self. It made me realize she is a complete soul sovereign to herself. Not just my daughter. She is such a gift to this world. 

FIVE YEARS AGO

On Mother's Day, Evan made me chocolate waffles and brought them to me while I blogged in bed. 

Avery gave me a foot massage and painted my toenails. 

Andrew opted out of Mother's Day this year. Sometimes he is so thoughtful. Sometimes he is so oblivious. 

He is currently in his middle school era though. So we can't totally blame him for his addled brain. 
He went to the color dance last week - a middle school right of passage. 
It was on - rain or shine - and it was RAINY. 


Avery went to the prom last weekend. She planned and planned all her things, and in the end said she didn't like how she looked. Darn it. Well, I think she's the most beautiful. And she had lots of fun. 









Evan is in his "getting a license" era. 
Every day when I get done with soccer, he is there by my car finished with track practice. He drives us home. 

So yeah, I don't know what to do about my kids getting older. I love watching them grow and become. But I know it's bringing me one step closer to letting them go. 

The paradox of being a mom. 
I remember this same exact feeling when they were newborns. I wanted them to stay tiny skinny and red in my arms forever, simultaneously wanting them to gain weight, not be so fragile, get into a routine so I could sleep. 
Can we have it both ways? 
No. 

Saturday, May 24, 2025

Day 22 :: Celebrity Crush


Ooh I have lots of opinions about celebrities. They are the actual worst, self important, out of touch with reality.
Whatever, I guess they are just people, but when they are paraded around to try and influence things like who we should vote for - I can not stomach it. It was one of the most despicable things that happened in the 2024 election. Is there anyone more clueless than an ultra rich, pampered celebrity? 
I love watching actors ACT, I just don't want to be lectured by them in my real life. 

Anyway, this past week Houseinhabit spent the week on a Navy ship, and her conclusion is profound and I agree completely:

"after hearing the stories and wealth of skill and spirit (of the navy folks), my conclusion is without a doubt:
OUR CULTURE MAKES THE WRONG PEOPLE FAMOUS."

Can you imagine being around Navy men and women who are so strong and real and fine tuned and have VALUES AND MORALS. 
CAN YOU IMAGINE. 

The military - that's my celebrity crush. 



Some other local celebrities that I adore: my kids. 
They are finishing up school performances as the year comes to an end.
Evan had is last band concert. As always I love watching him drum.

Then a week later Andrew had his band concert. He swapped instruments and now plays the trombone. 
Bravo. 

The whole village stopped by Edaleen after for ice cream on the wall. 



Avery's tennis season is over. She spent the weekend at the state tournament as an extra. 
She didn't play, but she got to support and help warm up the three girls who made it to state - who happen to be her three best friends. She had so much fun staying in a hotel with them and spending all day cheering for them. 

Jim and Joe are into golf right now. 
I love watching Jim every single day practice his swing and research his swing and practice some more. I love a hobby. 
We have golf parafernalia all over our house. 



Evan joins him once in a while. Yesterday they were at it for 4 hours. 

My favorite team beat Lynden yesterday and I cannot stop thinking about it. 
They are my heros for sure.
The Lynden coach is the biggest snob, the biggest jerk. We were ten minutes late because our bus had to finish its normal route before taking us. When we got to his field, he was cold and passive aggressive and suggested that we had to forfeit. He made us play shorter halves. He was so awful. No other coach would act like that.
Anyway, I have never wanted to beat a team more in my life: let the soccer do the talking. 
His ego could not handle that we had already beat them once this season. Ugg he's such a snob.
So anyway, they scored first because he gave us NO TIME to warm up. We got off the bus and went straight to kick off. 
Eventually we equalized 1-1.
Then in the literal last 15 seconds of the game, Ruby put one in the net and we BEAT THOSE STUPID JERKS. 
We were celebrating so much: IN YOUR FACE LOSERS!
I love you Ruby. 

And lastly: Jim made up this super fun game in seminary that incorporated jenga. The kids raved about it. 
It was boys against girls, but our kids were the ones who moved the jenga pieces for their teams since they are the best at it. 
I love enthusiasm for stuff. I love Jim as my kids' seminary teacher. I wish I could be there to listen to his lessons. 

Thursday, May 22, 2025

Day 21 :: A Pet Peeve of Mine

 I can only think of a few:

1. Forks when one or more of the prongs are bent out of alignment.

2. When pizza slices aren't sliced completely, and they stick to each other and you have to like rip them apart. 

3. At soccer practice when I divide kids into teams and give them their assigned penny color and they only wear it around their neck like a necklace. Put it on all the way! 

FIVE YEARS AGO

Speaking of soccer. 

I am having the best season ever. I LOVE my team. They are all so so great and cohesive and they work so hard. But also we WIN. Can you imagine? Remember last year we didn't win NOT ONE game? 

This year we haven't LOST NOT ONE GAME.

(Ok they lost ONE game, but it was while I was in Mexico, so I'm not counting it. I'M undeafeated.)


We only have two games left. They are against teams we have already beat, so hopefully we can keep the winning streak going all the way until the end.

Yesterday we had a game agains Lynden Christian, the stupid private school that always beats everyone. They are the team that beat us while I was gone.
So yesterday we came out for redemption. We scored first - putting them on their heels,
then they scored back. 1-1 
Then we scored again, 
then they equalized again.
So we ended 2-2 and I was so happy. I'll take a tie against that dumb team. 
They were so mad.
It was SO FUN. 


Saturday, May 17, 2025

Finish! Day 5 and 6

The amount of itching those stupid invisible bug bites inflicted made me CRAZY. 
Morning of day 5 I went to the market and got this anti itch stuff and bug spray and kept both near me at all times. 
The bugs only ate me and Roxanne we are so special. 

For our last full day, us gals wanted to literally lay around and relax and itch our bug bites while the boys went golfing. 





There were vultures and iguanas and geese on the golf course. 

We did a workout in the weight room, ate a lovely slow breakfast. 
We all three ended up in my room at some point and laid around chatting for a while. Roxanne wanted to see what the upgraded rooms look like. 
We were standing on my balcony and commenting on the red flag that was flying off to the right of the bay. We discussed what it could mean. It was right over a little "creek" that flowed into the ocean. We had theories that the creek was actually sewage water? or brown water draining out of the laundry room? 
So not totally seriously we said maybe that red flag was to alert swimmers about the sewage water draining into the ocean - don't swim too close to that.

We made our way down to the pool, 

we had lots of iquana sightings, and the hawk guy was keeping our food safe around the pool area. 



We eventually wandered down to swim/touch the ocean. 
The waves were kind of big, but not really anything wild. I dove into the waves and floated around, then rode some wave up to the shore. 

There was a biggish wave coming in, and I saw TWO STING RAYS swimming in the wave wall! 
I yelled at Roxanne and Lisa on the shore "hey cool there are sting rays!" and a wave tumbled me around and around. 
I put my head up and caught my breath as another big wave took me and spun me around and around. Catch my breath quickly because here comes another big one! and WHAM it really took me and beat me up. My swim suit came half off and I got a bit scared. I pushed further back out to sea away from the wave break to fix myself - get the sand out of my suit and situate it back on my body properly. 

I looked at the beach for Lisa and Roxanne to see if they saw how much of a rag doll I just was? Did they know the ride I just took? I don't know, but I need to get out of this water, it's too rough. 
So I rode a safe sized wave back into shore and runnn from the surf before it takes me back in. 
I try to act non-challant. Like hey that ocean sure is fun. 

But they saw what just happened. They said the hotel guys in the hut near the beach were also watching and had the walky talky about to radio the life guard. Another Mexican man selling stuff said to them "your friend too much tequila?" 
"no she's just loco!"

So yeah, turns out the red flags were flying to warn about dangerous surf. I swear I did not notice the other red flag that delineated the part of the ocean that I entered. I would not have gone in if I had realized those red flags were NOT WARNING ABOUT SEWAGE. 

But also, I have been tossed around in waves like that many times in California oceans. So I knew I just had to take a breath and hold on until the wave was done with me. I wasn't in THAT much danger. 

Lisa and Roxanne said it looked very scary. Roxanne kept repeating "she's a strong swimmer, she's a strong swimmer". 
It's fine, everything is fine. 

We went back to the pool area. I got in and did my best to continue to get the sand out of all the swim suit places. 
These two older ladies swim up to me and Lisa and say "we were eating at the snack bar and saw you get tossed around by those waves. Didn't you see the red flags?"
 haha so while they made fun of me I did my best to defend myself.
"I thought the red flag meant watch for sewage" and then they really let me have it
"so you thought red flag meant sewage and you still got in!??"

 Leave me alone. 

So ANYWAY. Those nice old ladies also told us about how great the massages are down on the beach. There are so many massage ladies begging you to come lay on their table. Only 30dollars each! For a full hour!
So we decided that is what our next relaxing activity should be. 

First we had to rassel up some cash (the boys were the ones who had the pesos, and they were off golfing),  first to Lisa's room to find her 20, then to my room where I found a 100 dollar bill American in Jim's stash. 
That will cover us all, plus tip!

We walked past the 5 other massage places to get to this perfect one and had the best hour long massage of my life. MUI BIEN

In true Mexican style, the whole time laying there we had the sound of the ocean and the sound of men doing some construction on the other side of the building. 
Luxury and jack hammers. 


When the hour was over, my sweet little masseuse lady put the towel over my eyes and whispered:
"finish!"

The boys got back from golf, we pooled around for a while longer, then got cleaned up for some dinner.

Hey did I ever tell you why we all came to Mexico together? 
Because it is Lisa's 40th birthday!  

Remember when I turned 40 and she planned the funnest birthday night ever? And the whole month when she was planning it with Jim and Joe and other friends I kept telling her, you are so nice, but please don't make me plan your 40th. I would make it the most boring event. 
So Joe planned this trip to Puerto Villarta and it was the greatest week long party.

So there we are, finished with dinner. Awaiting dessert. 
Roxanne says casually: I wrote a toast for you. 
So we all grabbed our dessert spoons and held them up (instead of our drink cups)
while Roxanne read:

"Ladies and gents,  
We are gathered here together to celebrate Lisa, an exceptional woman who has reached a milestone that stands testament to her grace, her strength, and her wisdom.

Here at 40 is the place where your past, present, and future converge. Right here in Mexico. Your past is a gift. Your present is a gift. And your future is yet another gift. 

As you look back over the past 4 decades, in hindsight, you can see lessons learned and the person you've become.

Right here, right now, you are surrounded by just a few of those who support and love you endlessly. At 40 yrs old, a person knows what and where true beauty lies.  You're always saying how beautiful things just 'exist.' "It's here the whole time just existing." That's you too. Your beautiful self is here just existing, and we all get to just sit back and enjoy YOUR beauty.  I'm so glad YOU exist. 

As you look to your future, may you be blessed with the eyes to see those continuing defining moments that give you purpose, joy and strength.

Turning 40 is not just an age. It's a celebration of becoming. 

Cheers to this incredible woman who continues to alchemize life, break barriers, and uplift those around her.  Here's to you, my love."

And then we all clinked spoons and it was the best!

After dinner we went on a digestion walk around the resort of course. 
Our last night here, we looked for souvenirs at the tables around the hotel. 
Go get ice cream from the buffet, find other things to eat for some reason, watch the final sunset.





I have been wanting a new ring, looking for one this whole trip, but I'm not sure exactly what style - I'll know it when I see it.
At this jewelry table, Lisa and Roxanne pick out the most perfect ring and insist I get it. 
I hesitate - it doesn't fit - but the jeweler says he will fix it for me and have it ready tomorrow morning. 
I give him some down pesos and he will call me tomorrow. 
I am so excited, and so happy my friends know me enough to force me to just buy it! Enough hemming and hawing. 

The men are bored of such nonsense. 

We try and end the night watching a show, but remember how I'm old and loud things kill me? This Latin show was so so loud, it boomed in my chest and I left early before my ears started to die. 

Ok, well I'm sorry to tell you the time to go home finally arrived. 
Our last day, the awful in between when you are at the pool but you know you need to go pack and get on an airplane and go home. 

My jeweler called me "your ring is ready!"
and made it the perfect size and I love it so so much:




One last taco at the snack bar. One last pina colada - "SENIOR! Make it virgin, por favor" 

One last iguana sighting,

one last stop at a road side souvenir stand. 
One last drive through the crazy streets of Puerto Villarta.

finish!