23.3.06

He's moving out . . .

Ok, backstory time! I signed the papers for the apartment on Feb. 1, and proceeded to clean the place, get the power and gas reconnected, and start working on shades for the windows. Well, the shades haven't moved an inch since I posted about them before, but plenty of other things have.

So far, we've

refinished a table
painted chairs


built a bookcase


and a buffet with a hutch


acquired a bed


and a small dresser


and a whole living room


covered parts of the kitchen in fabric


and added some storage


but let's not talk about this room...


I'm actually giddy happy right now - we went to a nearby thrift store and bought a couch, a chair, and a coffee table, for less than what some of the other couches at that same thrift store cost (hehe!). And the best part for me?? The chair is a really cushy chair and a half. I've always wanted one of those, to curl up and read in, and when the nice manager knocked the price back even farther for us, I got to have it. I told the boy on the ride back to the apartment with our truckload of furniture (my bed was full) that even if we move into a nice house and start thinking about nicer furniture, I'm keeping my chair. I may end up paying more to have it re-covered than we paid for it in the first place, but unless the frame gives out, I'm keeping my chair. I can see many afternoons curled up with a good book in that chair.

So now our living room is complete with two comfy chairs - one for me and one for the boy. He inherited my grandfather's easy chair. That was the other project for the weekend. My sweet grandmother is trying to divest herself of the furniture that she won't be moving into her apartment, so this weekend we took a small dresser, two ladderback chairs, a small apholstered chair, the recliner, a side table, an old black and white television (hehe, tv nerd-dom), a lamp, and a few odds and ends, including a brand new calculator that my grandfather must have never opened. It's a comfy recliner, though suffering from an overabundance of retro orange. He really likes it, especially since it's a free recliner, and she was just glad someone could take it out of the house for her.

So, things are coming along, it's starting to feel more like home, and less like a white walled cavern. The boy says he's moving in next weekend, now that there's enough furniture to make it livable for him. I think he'll be really happy to have a place of his own, and be out of my parent's house. They certainly haven't minded, and I know Mom's been glad to have two kids around the house again, but he's really tired of being a guest, and she just can't stop treating him like one. So he'll be out of the house in a week, and honestly, I'm jealous!! Oh well, I get to move out soon enough.

and it's really a shame he's leaving; he just reached the status of substitute lap!

21.3.06

Fun in the Garden

Our last frost date around here is April 1 . . . so it's time to start dabbling in the garden, getting it ready for planting.

And we did, Sunday after church. We repaired and gassed up the roto-tiller and turned the soil in the backyard vegetable patch . . .



And yes, I did some too, but I need a lot more practice with the tiller before I do as good a job as he did.

We added several bags of humus and manure and two bags of sand and turned the soil again. Then it was time do decide on spaces. We pounded in a couple poles and strung them for snap peas and pole beans. We made a path and some raised areas in the bed from the last of the leftover bricks that we've had sitting back there since we built the house. We put the two Rosemary bushes back in the garden, in a new spot. I put in the tomato cages and marked which ones were for tomatoes and which were for peppers. I put bricks in the spots for tomatoes.

I sowed a little thyme seed around the path, and a collection of herbs in one of the raised sections. We sowed snap peas and pole beans, bush beans, new zealand spinach and lettuce. So now all I have to do is keep up with the weeds, hope the birds don't peck up my seeds, and get ready to plant tomatoes and peppers when we get them. Well, that and protect my sprouts from the rabbits - I see chicken wire in my future.



Of course, the day after we did all that, it got all wet and cold. But from what I've seen, the seeds shouldn't sprout if the dirt is too cold, and the rain is certainly appreciated.

I'm hoping this will be the beginning of a productive summer. My goal at this point, is to have healthy plants, and put up as many canning jars of Roma tomatoes as I can. I'll keep y'all posted. Garden on kids!

13.3.06

And everything was still beneath the moon

Time is a funny thing . . .

Jack Harper left this earth around 10:15 am Friday March 10, 2006

My mother's husband died around 11 am.

Dot Harper lost her son around 11:30 am, two days before the anniversary of her husbands death, 7 years ago.

My dad died a little after noon.

Seth lost a father-in-law to be, that he'd only barely gotten to know, around 4:15.

Little sister lost her daddy at 8 pm.

Sweet Lisa Chandler lost her good friend Jack Saturday afternoon.

Dr. Conkling lost his patient and good friend Sunday afternoon.



I've already worried a fairly large number of folks, who've come by to see me smiling or (God forbid!) laughing.

We sat around the dinner table Saturday night and joked about how we should have green beans at the reception - Dad HATED green beans. And my Aunt Penny told stories on dad. I have a really hard time picturing my dad driving his sister and their two cousins around a city in Florida dropping Salvo tablets (laundry detergent tablets) in the fountains. By the time I came along, Dad was always responsible, always mature, always a little paranoid, and always a bit of a stick in the mud.

I've had to chuckle a couple of times, though not when she was around, because Mom's good friend Anne walked in Friday after noon and announced, at some point, "I'm pissed, so if anyone needs to be pissed about this, we can be pissed together." And sometime later told mom if she needed to strip down naked and run down Powhatan Ave, that would be ok too.

There are so many people who've come by because they loved my Daddy. And most of them have needed a hug. I think they wonder why I'm acting the way I'm acting. I get a hug every 5 minutes or so, from somebody who's come by, whether I like it or not, but I know that each of them needs that hug. I am basically done being highly emotional about all this - it's a quirk, but I just can't be emotional for very long, it wears me out. Yes, I'm sad and no I'm not crying.

I had my big moment. Mom called me, I was a Target. She didn't want to tell me over the phone, but I kinda made her. I almost made it out of target before the waterworks started. I made it to my truck before I really started to bawl. I sat in the parking lot and cried for a couple minutes, and then I wiped my eyes, and proceeded to drive home. Now, I cried the whole. way. home. And I'm sure I got some looks along the way. Ironically, I think it improved my driving, probably because the last thing I wanted to do was have to cry in front of a cop I'd never met before. By the time I got home, I was dried out. I've had some short moments since then, when there are enough fluids to make tears.

And Seth, bless his heart, has been the biggest help. He's answered phones, he's made the food fit in the fridge. He's sat and talked with folks he's never met before. He's been there for me, making me sit down when I've been pacing too much. He's been watching out for both me and mom since Friday. And last night he made both of us smile. He'd been talking to me about how the only way he could really relate to dad was fishing. The sad part of that being that he and dad were supposed to go fishing after work the day we lost dad. So, to give himself something to do, and some peace and quiet to think, he went out in the backyard with dad's fly rod and just started practice casting. It was just special to see him out there having his own "dad" time.

Well kids, that's as much as I can say right now, except to thank everyone who's left me sweet comments and e-mails. I will be answering them, and calling some of y'all here in the next couple weeks, I hope. At some point, I'm going to post about the wonderful man who was my dad, but for now this is all I've got. But just so you all know, I'm doing just fine, and we're all going to be fine.

10.3.06

Jack Harper 1947-2006

I don't know if I'll be around much for a while. . . I might be around even more than usual, I just don't know.

We lost my dad today.

Your prayers would be appreciated. I'll fill in the huge gaps later, not really up to it right now.

Q

9.3.06

An overgrown comment

Curly posted the other day concerning the modern, traditional family. I thought I might continue the discussion here, as my comment was about to grow into a novel.

My mom stayed home to raise me and my sister, at least in the sense that she didn't work. She did have a few commitments during the week: garden club, the gift shop at church, an exercise class. Now I started school at the ripe old age of 18 months (for two days a week), but starting the year or so before that up until the point when I was in school 5 days a week (4 yrs. old???) she would take me to one of two places while she went to whatever it was she had that day. Some days I would learn to paint with my Great Grandmother, or cook, we liked to make custard (yum!!). Other days I'd go play with my Grandmother, which occasionally included a trip to check on my Great Grandmother. All that to say, I had friends who had babysitters for most of their childhood, because their parents worked, but I spent quite a bit of mine with my mom, and I lost a lot of games of checkers until my sister got old enough to play with me.

Well, now I'm out of college and starting out in the working world. I work part time evenings and weekends, with the occasional noon news thrown in (that's where I am right now). What with the wedding in June, and the starting to be a grown up adult thing, I've begun to think about how I'd like to raise a family. I'm starting to think that I'm a fan of the "traditional model" if it could work for us. Perhaps modified a bit.

Like Curly said, when more and more household tasks are paid for, rather than done within the household, it requires more income to pay for those tasks. Scott was right, it's a vicious cycle kind of a thing. And it certainly plays into the apparent need of our society as a whole to buy everything rather than take responsibility for doing it ourselves.

Now, I'm not about to condemn that way of life, though I personally cannot find it within myself to live that way. My life goals are my life goals, and if your life goals are different, then perhaps that is as it should be, and we just might fit into two different spaces in the puzzle that need to be filled.

Personally, I want to stay home with my kids, for at least a large part of each day. And for that, my current work schedule would be a great fit. I could spend the earlier part of the day with the kids and taking care of household things, like paying bills, grocery shopping, tending to the garden, cleaning house and what have you, and then go to work in the early afternoon, only needing someone else to take care of them for a couple hours until Seth get's home from work. However, as we have spent the vast majority of our relationship long distance, and even if we hadn't, it sure would be nice to see my husband from time to time. Two hours around dinner time most nights just isn't going to cut it for too long.

So, perhaps I should stop working once we decide to start a family and in the mean time, work to change my work schedule significantly. The problem I see with that is that I greatly enjoy what I do, so I'm hesitant to stop. I really like working in television, though I'm not sure working in production is exactly where I want to be. But I'm really not sure I want normal regular hours, and I certainly don't want a desk and a need to wear "business attire."

The other complication is that despite the fact that the boy isn't really making a ton of money as a mechanic, he's making twice as much as I am - so right now we kinda have 75% of the income that we'd like to be earning jointly, in order to be able to build our savings and prepare for the possibility of someday owning a home.

Ok, so this started out as a comment and now it's grown beyond what I had intended, also I need to actually do my job, so I'm going to come back to this in a second. I'm only saying this to explain any break in the logic (or lack thereof) between the post thus far and what will come when I get back.

Well, I'm back at work again, with more time to kill . . . but I don't really have too much to add. I guess perhaps this is almost an example of the variables at play here. And I still haven't touched on much of the meat of Curly's original post.

Hmmm . . .

We had a three sermon series at church a few weeks ago, regarding Love and Marriage. One of the things the pastor talked about was the concept of the man being the head of the household. After a fairly large number of gasps in the congregation, he continued to explain where he was going. He cited several points in Scripture that pointed out that the man was the head of the household, and therefore responsible to make an account for not only himself, but his family before God. He also said that when it comes to roles in the home or the functioning of the family, that should depend on each member's gifts and talents.

I was really tired that day, I'd had a really late night at the station. But I really had to think about that sermon. I don't know that bad husbands/fathers necessarily go to "that special hell reserved for child molesters and people who talk in the theatre**," but I think I agree in general with the concept. As far as I see it, the man is responsible for looking after his family in an over-arching sense. He will have to stand before God and make an account for not only himself, but the rest of his family. But when it comes down to the nitty gritty, day to day details of the way life works in the household, he might very well be the best suited to stay home with the kids, for example. How the details play out should be totally personal.

Not that I think society as a whole can handle this concept yet, it's too nebulus, and it doesn't necessarly suit the tides that drive societies moods these days. But I think this is how we're going to operate. Now the trick is going to be to figure out the details.

Something tells me I'll be doing the taxes and balancing the bank books, as math is something I can do pretty well. But I would really like to raise my children myself, in the sense that I would be home at least enough to be a large part of their day to day lives. And I know that Seth really values being able to provide for the family, so something tells me that he won't be staying home, unless he turns into a freelance photographer.

I guess we'll just have to see.

5.3.06

I Done Been Taggded!

Four jobs I've had in my life:
Babysitter
Lifeguard, Jewish Community Center
Lighting Director, Asbury College Theatre
Engineering Assistant, Asbury Media Comm Dept.

Four Movies I could watch over and over:
Ever After
Serenity
10 Things I Hate About You
Support Your Local Sherrif

Four Places I've lived:
Norfolk, Virginia
Wilmore, Kentucky
Los Angeles, California
Lexington, Indiana (but only for a week)

Four TV shows I love to watch (has officially been reinstated):
Good Eats
Gray's Anatomy
Any Obscure Olympic Coverage (curling, trap and skeet etc . . .)
Mythbusters

Four Authors I love to read (I wanted to keep this one too):
J. K. Rowling
Christopher Paolini
Donald Miller
Jostein Gaarder

Four places I've been on vacation:
Alderson, West Virginia
St. Georges, Bermuda
White Stone, Virginia
Williamsburg, Virginia

Four websites I visit daily:
Gmail
Blogger
Apple
Food Network

Four of my favorite foods:
Homemade bread with butter and honey
Shrimp and peppers in a garlic and white wine sauce, over pasta
Fried Chicken
Mashed Potatoes

Four places I'd rather be right now:
In my chair
Wilmore
Backpacking through Europe
Working on the garden

Four people I am tagging:
Bookie
Wyman
Rosie
Josh