Home Again, Home Again: Notes

21 Jul

and boy am I tired. It was a blessing to be able to be with my brother, sister-in-law and their daughter through a difficult time: Jay went back into hospital and had yet another surgery–this one to put in a lumbar-peritoneal shunt to drain off spinal fluid from gathering near the site of his second surgery–after enduring way too much pain and going downhill neurologically.  He seems fine for now. Before that we went to a small farmer’s market, the mall , “UP”, the Texas Roadhouse restaurant, walks, rainstorms, thunders and lightenings galore, lots of wildlife, In and Out Burger, and a Vietnamese eatery.

And then a quick visit to Texas with Jeni and family.  Wonderful, wonderful!  Pork, poblano pesto and peaches, chimichurro sauce, chips and cherries, salsa and special ice cream dessert, dogs, a great Lutheran church service, and plants and the HP movie and seeing kids who have grown so much since I last visited.

An old housemate and her family stayed at our home last night and I made waffles for breakfast.  Jay picked blueberries to have with them.

There was a get-together for them at another home last night.

Laundry.  Started weeding.  Lack of sleep.

But wonderful to be back where everything is all colors of green, the humidity is high and the temperature is quite moderate.

Sugar snap peas, broccoli, the first Sungold tomatoes, speckled lettuce, the first potatoes, ground venison and garlic mayo made with the new garlic and eggs grown down the road for supper tonight.  Those eggs are from chickens that eat lots of greenstuff so the mayo is vibrant yellow.

While travelling I read Dune by Frank Herbert for the third time–but the last time was years ago, and Notes from the Tilt-a-Whirl by ND Wilson for the first time–but it will not be the last; books that are opposite of each other in many ways.  One is a fantastic made-up story about a made-up world in the far future, the other a collection of fantastic real stories and essays about the real world now.  The first is a materialists’  explaination of faith and fate, the second is by a faith-full man explaining what some might think of as fate in the material world.  Dune is ultimately serious, cynical and without hope, Notes is full of hope,  jovial, and optimistic– in a fun way.  Both books share great writing, though.  Herbert was obviously brilliant, thoughtful, lucid.  Wilson is thoughtful, meandering and I look forward to more of his writing.


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