Saturday, August 02, 2008

afterthoughts and flashbacks of Brett

After his haircut, he swept up the hair and went to scatter it across the weedy backyard, but kind of did it into the wind and had to dance around a little to avoid it. He came inside and said, “That didn’t go right…”

Almost every time he came into the kitchen, he’d dig into the jelly bellies he bought from Costco. He was generous with them, even the ones he considered his favorites, like juicy pear. He offered those to me more than once. When I took a small jar of them to him when we were boating, he shared them all around. Knowing how much he liked them, I didn’t like seeing several of them in the sand, wasted, so I didn’t bring more the next day. As usual, he was fine with that. He’d have been fine if I had though.

On High/Low, his high was fishing with Schaffers. He hadn’t been fishing in years, and being there with Tim and God’s outdoors, catching five trout, that was the best. The low was not being able to fix the tractor with Kev, even having Gaga on the phone trying to talk them through the operation. (We ended up hauling it to Dad’s when we dropped off Brett the night before he went back to school.)

When the horses got loose, he helped us get them back home. When I saw him take off on the bike, he had on his Arcteryx shirt & some shorts. When he came in with a horse in tow with Kev & Ryan, he had on jeans and his boonie hat. I don’t know when he changed, but it was cute to see him with that hat on again. Brought back memories of our little trip to Oregon a couple of years ago. I still have a picture of him with it on inside the plate cupboard.

He was the most respectful of Ryan that he’s been, but still quick to counter or question when something didn’t sound right. Don’t know if Ryan realized that though because he was quick to be defensive, as if he was ready to defend whatever he had to say.

When we picked up Ryan from NBC camp, Brett told him, “You must have loved doing this. It’s three of your favorite things: basketball, God, and telling people what to do.”

He won the last game of backgammon against Kev by one point. If Kev had rolled doubles, he would’ve won, but the kid pulled it off.

Kev had a harder time with Brett leaving this time than the previous times, maybe because he was home longer (4 weeks v. 3). He’d be overcome with missing him and not wanting to let him go and just have to sit there and ride it out until he could pull it back together. That he was taking it so hard somehow made it easier for me to keep from losing it. We do that. When one of us is weak, the other is the strong one. Thank You, Daddy, for my Kebboo. Hug his heart close and keep him from missing his oldest son so very, very much.

One of the finer moments was when we went to REI and he bought a great backpack for Ryan for a birthday/graduation present. Ryan was both surprised and excited. It was about $100, so it was no small thing.

my Asian mom

She just does not play nicely with others... Look at the poor boy--he's bracing himself.


I think she's whispering some threat...

See?

My mom is a positively wonder-full blend of adjectives: exotic, in-your-face, generous, physical, big-hearted, unpredictable... My kids know that, and they love her. She loves to kid around, and they let her "attack" them. All in good fun. I don't know if I have the most typical of Asian moms, but I have the best one for me!

Friday, August 01, 2008

Wednesday, July 23, 2008

my wonderful mom-in-law

Here we are on Mercer Island, and it’s gone so fast—as usual. Mom is the most amazing person. She seems to take no notice of how her backyard neighbor obstructed her view for the longest time by letting his vegetation grow untamed after they'd enjoyed the lights of the bridge and Seattle for so many years. Now he's planted arborvitae which will grow and be just as tall, only now as a whole wall instead of one apple tree and some other junk. Get this--she wanted the nicer part of her fence that Kev was repairing to face the neighbor's direction instead of having it face her. She's just like that. Even when we passed those tired, dying arborvitae near the thrift store and I said half-heartedly, “That’s what I want to happen to the ones behind your fence that belong to that neighbor,” she just smiled and looked amused. She is the most darling woman. I just want to do that Spock mind meld, only with the heart, and I want to absorb her character and faith, not just see it. She is one of my heroes.

Thank You for her, Lord. You are the most generous-hearted and perfect-natured Father. You bless us over and over with her life, ever poised toward Your heart and character.

Monday, July 21, 2008

summer Brett

Cherry Picking at Greenbluff

Wednesday, July 16, 2008

I don't want to!

Kev called to tell me Denise Smith would love to have me at tennis camp to hit balls back & forth to the kids (probably esp to Jlle). I already knew that and told her at the time that maybe if they got some shade I would... Kind of light-heartedly, but I meant it sincerely. "So you don't have any interest in learning?" Here we go again. "No, I don't. I'm not interested." Sigh. I hear the disappointment. "Okay. I'll just come back and pick her up. Bye." "Bye."

I don't like the heat. My body doesn't handle it well. I feel like the effects of the sun are magnified (pardon the pun) in my body. My face feels like it's swelling and beating like a big red heart instead. I’m not just another sweaty face. My insides feel like a rolling boil is on the way. I had two babies with no anesthesia. I'm not a baby when it comes to pain. There's just something about the sun and the summer heat that seems to affect me way more adversely than normal people. I feel like he doesn't believe that, that he probably thinks I should gut it out and I'll be fine. I resent not being believed. I know what's true for me, and I wish he cared enough to just let the decision stay with me. I hate being coerced.

Sunday, July 06, 2008

puppy pansies


Do these not look like a puppy face of some kind?! My sister-in-law just told us that this spring, and we saw it instantly. Never saw them that way before, but now I see that every time. Aren't they cute? No puppy poo, no wee wee, no chewed slippers, no mess--just cutey faces. Good boy...

Saturday, July 05, 2008

hail, hail

Waiting for the vans for the rafting trip

It was cold.

And we were tired from getting to bed at 2 a.m.
and having to be at the park by 8:30 this morning.

It is awfully quite nice to have us all together, even for just overnight. They'll be back on Thursday, and I will feel awfully quite nice once again. For a lovely little while.

bogus


This seems ridiculous. I was in line at the grocery store, and I saw this packet stuck in front of some magazines, obviously placed there by someone who decided at the last minute that he didn't want it.

I should think so. Look at the directions on the front. Once you add the banana, the milk, and the ice, what's left to add? Those things make a banana smoothie! Unless of course you happen to need methyl cellulose, guar gum, polypropylene glycol, polystearate, disodium benzoate, and a swampload of sugar (I just named some weird ingredients that came to mind--I don't know what all it's really got in it). C'mon, that's just bogus.