Tuesday, October 13, 2009

Yes/No Questions

I have a bad habit--or is it just a personality quirk? It is a tendency to ask questions in pairs.

This morning, as I was about to take a shower, I noticed a hanger over the curtain rod. Last night, Sara's sari, which she had hand-washed, had been hanging to dry inside. So I asked, "Can I take a shower now? Or should I wait?" She didn't answer. How could she? At least not with one word.

A few weeks ago, I texted her, "R u busy? can u come get me?" To which she replied, "No yes".

I wonder, will anyone like this post? Or is it too silly?

Thursday, October 8, 2009

Year of Reunions

This year was a big one for reunions in our family. My wife Sara did an excellent job of organizing 4 and catering 3 of them. She made great fliers, planned the menus and activities, and prepared and served meals.

In all, we attended reunions for the brothers and sisters of: her father, herself, her mother, myself, and my father's father. Unfortunately, because of conflicts we missed another one for my mother's brothers and sisters, that was held in Stirling, Alberta, Canada.

Earlier this summer, some of the descendants of Sara's father's parents met in Mount Pleasant, Utah. We took our motor home and enjoyed a few meals in the park and near the rodeo grounds with Sara's relatives. The group also visited a museum containing many of the works of Avard Fairbanks (Sara's father's uncle) in the nearby town of Fairview. This was followed by another meal and a penny auction, at which Sara did a hilarious job as auctioneer. We drove the motor home out to the Fairview cemetery where we found the grave sites of her ancestors. Unfortunately their gravestones have completely eroded away. Her grandfather was one of the founders of the town.

A reunion was organized for my grandfather's brothers and sisters and their families in the South Fork of the Provo River Canyon around the fourth of July. It was wonderful to see so many second cousins, including several that I met for the first time. My sister Colleen and her husband were there also. I hiked with them and their son Michael and my cousin John's son Caleb through some of the fields of the Conrad homestead on the bench above the home itself.

Later in the summer, Sara's mother and most of her children gathered with their families in Tamarack, Idaho. We rented a great lodge where we enjoyed meals together, and watched the video "Dan in Real Life". Many of us went white water river rafting in the nearby Payette River. A great time was had by all.

On October 1st, Sara's mother and her brothers and sisters met for lunch at the club house of the community in which we live, across the street from our house.

That same afternoon we drove off to visit my daughter Elizabeth and her husband Cody in Rexburg, Idaho. After sharing a meal at a Thai restaurant, and breakfast the next morning, we drove to a great hunting lodge on Bridger Hill Drive near Bozeman, Montana. Interior shot here:

We spent three wonderful days there, with a fire crackling most of the time in the fireplace. Sara provided three great meals each day, and we enjoyed nature (including several deer and a chipmunk) and the hot tub, along with each other's company. My sisters Arlene and Myrna were able to join us, with their husbands. Unfortunately, harvest duties kept Colleen and her husband on the farm.

On the way home, we drove through Yellowstone National Park, stopping to see Old Faithful erupt, and visited Elizabeth and Cody again.

As we reflected on this year, and marveled at our great enjoyment of time spent with relatives, we thought of family and in particular of parents raising children, and how our reunions honor them. Today we found this quote from the April 1991 General Conference of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, in which Elder Dallin H. Oaks said this about honoring parents:
To persons whose parents are dead, honoring parents is likely to involve thoughts of family reunions, family histories, temple work, and commitment to the great causes in which departed parents spent their lives. [emphasis added]
This year we were involved more than just thinking about these things. Sara has done so much with family reunions, and I am very grateful to her for that. My sister Colleen does much with family histories, essentially writing an illustrated book for each ancestor. We all engage in temple work. Probably the greatest cause in which our parents spent their lives was raising their children, and we are perpetuating that through the generations.

Sunday, September 27, 2009

Blue and gray getaway

This is what we have named our motor home. Not quite the tongue-twister as the name of our stay-at-home home.

We recently returned from a trip to Marin County, California for the wedding of a friend. The motor home performed well, providing us with both transportation and shelter.

Our itinerary:

Sept. 16 departure just after sunset, traveling as far as West Wendover, Nevada, where we slept for awhile in a truck parking area.

Sept. 17 on the road again before sunrise. We drove just past Reno to "Boomtown" where we enjoyed an afternoon of swimming and napping at a KAO RV park. Overnight stay.

Sept. 18 departure in the morning and arrival at Marin RV Park just after noon. Our friends drove us to a rehearsal dinner. Great location (Presidio Yacht Club), good food and atmosphere, including a mariachi band. Fabulous view of the Golden Gate Bridge. We borrowed one of their cars to drive "home" to the RV park.

Sept. 19 drove to the wedding in Petaluma, and arrived a little late because we took a detour and got lost for awhile. It was a beautiful and moving ceremony. Once some photos have been posted on facebook, I will provide a link here for facebook friends.

Sept. 20 drove to church services in San Rafael, home again, then back to San Rafael to meet our friends at the farmers' market. To their home for dinner. They dropped us off at the RV park.

Sept. 21 enjoyed a walk to a nearby shopping center and bought some great walking shoes. So the walk back to the RV park was 100% better. We took the 70 bus to the Golden Gate Bridge in the afternoon. It was completely shrouded in fog, although the weather was sunny and warm where we came from. I walked to the halfway point of the bridge again, and met Sara on the way back. Our bus dropped us near the RV park just as the sun was setting.

Sept. 22 walked to the nearby Larkspur Landing and rode the catamaran ferry "Mendocino" into San Francisco, then hopped on the Muni F to the end of the line. We visited Ghirardelli Square then walked back to Pier 31 for the ferry to Alcatraz, where we enjoyed seeing the island and cell blocks. The same trip in reverse (minus the detour to Ghirardelli Square) and we got back to Larkspur Landing about 6:30 p.m. and were picked up by our friends for another evening of visiting and dining.

Sept. 23 walked along the nearby Greenbrae boardwalk, an interesting neighborhood with the houses all on stilts along the Corte Madera Creek. Met some of the inhabitants and enjoyed speaking with them. One of the homes at 133 is for sale for three quarters of a million dollars. Left around noon driving the blue and gray getaway. We found a spot at the Zephyr Cove (Nevada) RV Park at dusk and settled in for the night.

Sept. 24 awoke early and walked across the road to the lake. It was wonderful to watch it as the sun came up.


We arranged to stay another night, which involved moving to a nearby spot. In the afternoon we went swimming in the lake. It was delicious. A bit cold getting in, but we were warm afterward, even walking back home.

I also indulged in a bit of boulder climbing that morning, as shown in some photos at the end of this post.

Sept. 25 left around noon and drove as far as West Wendover where we again overnighted in truck parking.

Sept. 26 arrived home to the blue box on blocks around 9:15 a.m.

The boulder climbing near Lake Tahoe, illustrated here:



Monday, August 24, 2009

Blue Box on Blocks

That is what I have named our new home. A fun tongue twister of a name.


Above is what it looked like the day we made our offer to buy. The grass isn't quite as green any more, what with all the heat.

So far, we are liking it a lot. There is a small back yard with a couple of apple trees, some roses, and other vegetation.

At about 1600 square feet, it is twice as big as the condo where we used to live, and it is still only a 5 minute commute to work (although I now have to drive (or take the bus) instead of walking).

Visitors welcome!

Friday, July 31, 2009

Flashback Friday: Banking in Switzerland

A long time ago, I lived for a few months in Geneva, Switzerland, and came to know and love the city.

A few years later (in the mid-1970's), I worked for awhile at a Swiss bank in Geneva.

A decade later, in 1987, on a Friday as it happened, I was checking into a hotel in Geneva.

The hotel didn't accept credit cards. Moment of panic. But, wait, no problem. All I needed was to find an ATM and do a cash withdrawal. But (unlike everywhere in the UK and France) the city did not have a single ATM! More panic. But wait, no problem. Just find a bank and get a cash advance.

The only problem was that none of the nearby banks accepted credit cards.

I was very surprised. Swiss banking has such a reputation, but they weren't up to (the then) modern standards in the credit card area. The banks were all very luxurious and classically furnished. But, it was clear there were two banking systems: the modern and the traditional.

As the afternoon wore on and bank closing time loomed, I got more and more panicky. Finally, I found a bank that had a relationship with a bank somewhere else who could do it for me. Got across the city just in time, got an advance, and was able to pay for the hotel for the weekend. Whew!

Now, fast forward to the present. I was reminded of this when I tried to stop an automatic transfer at my current bank. This isn't one of the transfers that I can manage myself at their internet site, so I phoned. After identifying myself and asking about the transfer, I asked if I had caught it in time to stop the next one (tomorrow). The girl said, "Oh, no, we need fourteen days."

Fourteen days?!? The Internet website has gotten me used to quicker responses. Fourteen seconds* would have seemed too long to wait.

So, 22 years later, again on a Friday, I discover that there are still two banking systems, even here in America. The modern one and the traditional one.
*Coincidentally, the phone call itself took 14 minutes (much of it on hold).

Friday, July 24, 2009

Don't get old

Such was the advice my father used to give when talking about the frailties of his aging years.

It was partly an attempt at humor to change the subject. Dad didn't like to complain. Even though his health deteriorated pretty steadily over the last 22 years of his life (after a stroke) until his death from (officially) starvation. There was a long way to go from the vibrant, healthy, strong man's man that I knew growing up, and that few of his grandchildren can remember.

Sometimes, I find myself telling my own children, "Don't get old." But, I always try to catch myself, because the only alternative that I am aware of to growing old is to die young. And that is something that I honestly can't wish upon any of my children. Or nieces, nephews, and grandchildren.

Writer's Block

Okay, I really can't claim to be suffering from writer's block, which is an affliction of professional writers.

During the time since my last post, I have been suffering not from a lack of ideas for things to write about, but rather an over-abundance. And, there isn't a lot of time to indulge in this anyway.

Today, I followed the wikipedia page (linked to above) to these places (in the order of my exploration), which I found all to be fascinating. Now, I have to get to work.
  1. asemic writing
  2. lorem ipsum
  3. ETAOIN SHRDLU
  4. greeking
  5. metasyntactic variable
  6. The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog.
  7. esoteric programming languages
So, with all this interesting stuff, where is the time to write?

I did a little digging through old computer files*, because, once upon a time, I created an esoteric programming language myself, for the amusement of my children. It was named "dust".

*If you do a "View Source" you'll see that the dust.htm web page was generated from Corel WordPerfect 8. I was tempted to clean it up and get rid of the extra vertical space, but decided to leave it just as it was generated from my original recounting of one evening's experience.