Tuesday, June 25, 2024

Soft landing in Missouri

Friday, June 21, 2024

Last night, we arrived at the Sleep Inn (basic) at 11:30pm, 48.5 hours after leaving home. PakG drove us from Bandung to the Jakarta airport on Thursday morning (Jakarta time). We overnight at the Anaya Hotel before 4 flights that start in the early morning. We land in Narita (Tokyo), LAX, Dallas, and then Missouri. The flights are uneventful. There's not much sleep for me, though W easily dozes on each leg. At the Springfield baggage conveyer, I stand between several people wearing Christian message T-shirts. They are friendly and chat freely.

W was appalled at the car rental prices until he found a 5-seat pickup truck for under $300. We agree that we don't care what vehicle we're driving. The friendly Avis rep at the airport informs us: "We don't have the truck you booked. We have a farm pickup or a KIA Serento. Your choice." It's a nice bonus. (No, we don't choose the old pickup.)

Our luggage has made 3 of 4 legs of the trip: it's resting overnight in Dallas. We have bare basics in our carryons: W finds a long-sleeved top; I don a light coat and socks. We turn the air conditioning up to a bearable warmth. Rooms are COLD here; most air-conditioners are set to high, with blasting fans and under 19o/70C. Brrr. After taking a sleeping pill, I pull a sleep mask over my eyes, pop in construction-grade earplugs, and fall asleep like the dead. 

The manager of the hotel moves us to a first floor room, rather than the third storey that was booked. No stairs for us this time. (Too bad; he thinks he is doing us a favor.) I check my fitness tracker: 12000 steps, 21 flights (up only, more down), and over 5 miles of walking yesterday. We're shocked by how tall and overweight people are in the airports; many struggle to walk the flat hallways and pull a carry-on. While I feel heavy and big in Indonesia, here I'm smaller than average. It's one weird part of readjusting to life in the USA. We have been away for a while. 

I'm barely awake at 6:30, but fall back into sleep until 7:15. We toddle down three long halls to breakfast: biscuits and gravy, a waffle, yogurt, and tea. I skip the donut case and pastries. (Congealed fat, artificial flavors, and sugar?) No thanks. I can barely eat what's on my plate.

There's nothing an Indonesian would choose for sarapan (breakfast). No rice. This is also part of the adjustment: we reenter the culture with an outsider's perspective, wondering what our Indonesian friends would choose for their meal. Comparison is instinctive. Expats are cautioned to observe but not to judge where we land by where we serve. There's good in every place.

We sit near 2 men: a huge father and son are talking about a woman they know. "She needs to lose weight if she wants to reach 60 years old." These guys must be 300-350 lbs. (150 kg). W lifts his eyebrows in surprise at the conversation. Perspective. Perspective.

Today's agenda is simple. We shop for basic clothing (the airline will cover this); eat lunch with friends; attend a financial info seminar; then take time to adjust to the clock and climate - it's over 90oF/32oC every day. I find a bag full of jewelry that needs sorting - there are several $100 necklaces in the tangle. Now to take apart the mess that customers made, throwing it together ...

Over the next few days, I pull apart 65 necklaces, 5 bracelets, and 10 pieces of jewelry that need repair. Each goes into a separate snack bag so we don't snarl them up again. I estimate the retail between $1000 - $2,000. At +30c eat, that's good enough.

Saturday

We walk a couple of miles around the neighborhood and the park near the hotel. Then it's off to register for the conference. We have lunch at a fantastic Vietnamese restaurant - Hong Yen. The service is good, the food is excellent. There's an opening session for the Asian region where we are noted as having served 10 years. Others are celebrated at retirement for 47 and 50 years of service abroad. Wow.

We go back to the hotel to change clothes and spend the evening at a reception. The food is excellent. The table conversation is lively.

Sunday
We wake at 8:00 and are a few minutes late for the working walk, service, and picnic at a beautiful shaded park.
We exchange stories with coworkers and friends.
Mid-afternoon, we're ready to rest - jet lag is real. We're asleep by 10:30 p.m.

Monday
I wake at 1:30 a.m. and don't sleep until 6:30, no matter what I try.. When W's alarm goes off at 7:30,  he goes for breakfast. I can't take one more look of sausage and gravy or a waffle. I have a yogurt in the fridge, which I consume before showing and tidying the room. It's humid here - today' it's supposed to get over 100oF (38oC) but the room we meet in has air-conditioning so cold that everyone from the tropics is in sweaters and coats. I makes sure I have warm shoes and socks on, plus a light jacket.

Barbara and I visit over lunch. She's a faithful mentor and friend but it's been years since we've met in person. Barbara' files helped fill in gaps for my dissertation. I'm so grateful for trailblazers like she is.
I get to visit Ashley in the university library before heading into the afternoon session. Her mom Kim and I are good friends. We send her mom the picture.
We have a team barbecue before heading home at night. It feels like we do nothing but sit and eat. Good information though.

Tuesday
I crashed at 10:00 last night but I sleep in until 8:00 ... with the help of a sleeping pill. Whew. That's 10 hours of rest.

The meetings are helpful. Then we enjoy lunch with Sam and Shellie. The two kiddos who come along are darling. Their parents are doing a great job; they're well-behaved (and cute)!
In the evening, friends drop by with their new computer. W transfers the information from old to new machine. I update a class syllabus and send it off.

Read more:
*O give thanks to the Lord, for he is good; for his steadfast love endures forever. Psalm 107:1

*I will tell of your name to my brothers and sisters. Psalm 22:22

*Paul wrote: I want you to know, brothers and sisters, that the gospel that was proclaimed by me is not of human origin. Galatians 1:11

Moravian Prayer: O Savior of all, in you we have found our answer to the needs of our lives and the world. We confess that, at times, we are reluctant to share the good news of your love and power with those whose lives we touch. We shrink back from being your witnesses. Forgive us. Cause your spirit to move within us, inspiring and emboldening us to share the good news we have found in you. Amen.

Sunday, June 16, 2024

God's loving-kindness and generosity

 Friday, June 14, 2024

I had a few in-person meetings yesterday. Today continues with the same, so we walk first thing.

Then I check the newly-built 20' (+6 meters) grape trellis. The yardman planted THREE grapevines, one at each intersection. My dad's single grapevine spanned 40' (+14 m) and was heavy even after being pruned each year to one main branch.

"No worries," PakAD says when I protest. Apparently he hasn't grown grapes before. Grapes grow year-round here, without a winter rest. Yikes. He'll have to cut these vines back a few times a year and brace the trellis as soon as they take off.

At lunch, W and PakG arrive with our SUV jammed full of books. "I thought we agreed not to get more books," says W. Sigh. So did I.

2 chameleons rustle beside the Porch where we eat lunch. Can you spot them? Look for their 2' (600cm) tail, their skinny feet, or crested heads.

"Careful, don't get too close. They bite!" say our helpers. Juno doesn't care. She waits for them to dangle within reach but walks away when W shouts at her to "Leave it!" We don't want her to get bitten. She's fascinated by wild things in the yard and brings us gifts when she catches them.
An hour behind the guys is the moving van heaped with furniture, games, classroom items, maps, and ... more books. 
What? More books are wedged between shelves in the truck. These latest +50 bags are our final batch, I hope. Who will take them? W and I spend a few hours sorting piles and categories.
I've drawn up a map again for the shelves we are keeping. Since the house assimilated 11 shelves last week, I need precise measurements and creative placement. Where does it go? Here is one before and after set, with the old under the new.
We swipe everything off the buffet/dresser before putting the new shelf in place. Its measurements are exactly the same as the shelf below.
Another shelf corrals clutter under the kitchen cabinets.
The guys wrestle 5 round tables and seven shelves off the truck so it's ready for the next load. Two shelves have been purchased by a helper. We put them aside for now.
It takes all 4 guys to put the "beast" of shelves in place. The glass cabinets have locks and keys. Not sure when that will be useful. "A bonus," someone pipes up.
Another bonus? a rocking chair that will go to a charity for unwed moms and local adoptions, or to the church nursery.
The first person to show up takes classroom items, books, and maps.
A teacher sorts through teaching manuals. Many of the university students don't have access to materials that are common in the West so these discards are a godsend.
The two movers agree to extra trips that take them all day. "Will you drop off shelves for MrM at his school?" Ok - they take his load from the next city to across town. "Then bring IbuA's table and shelves here, pls."

"Could you load up the tables for the hall with a table and shelves for the helpers?" By the truck's fourth trip, it is late afternoon. W adds $6-30 per load, depending on how far the destination.  That includes 2 wiry movers.

A friend asks for novels and action books. We fill two huge bags for pickup tomorrow. Everything settles into the house. W picks up a supper pizza on his walk home from the last trip to the hall. What a guy! We're worn out.

Saturday 

After our morning walk, co-lecturer Gail meets me online about an upcoming class. She appreciates this season of choosing work that she enjoys. At our age, we no longer feel the obligation to agree to every request.

W and I call our moms, read through the Sunday talk, and W loads up our car with books for the hall. We'll give away as much as we can on Sunday and have the admin display a new load each week ... until the books are gone. W has meetings in town until afternoon.

The motorcycle taxi comes for our friend's 2 bags while Melvi selects books for herself and her friends. PakG offloads the books at the hall and delivers a final load of 15 bags to a new library on the next hill. Everything but MrM's pile is spoken for. What an answer to prayer! Stuff comes. It goes. Thanks be to God.

W eats downtown while my lunch is vegetarian leftovers. Yum.

The thunder rumbles in, midafternoon. I find a few expensive textbooks in the stacks. What provision!
There are a few books our kids loved, too. We'll pack them for the next trip to the grandkids.
Sunday: Father's Day
We display books on the table outside the hall, free for the taking. W has written the Father's Day talk, which includes how much his dad meant to him. I celebrate my dad all day, thanking God for healthy and loving parents. And I remember my "second dad" who shared a birthdate with my father. I still love my dear Uncle Erich in his 90s.

At lunch, we celebrate Shibli and Herbert who are graduating. Except that both of them have made plans elsewhere. We split their two "Congratulations!" cakes among the team after a nice lunch without them. 
We send pictures of each family's portion to the missing guys. We are thrilled to have Alice back as well after an extended time away.
W and I feel at home in the little library space; we eat most meals at its just-right table beside the kitchen.
Della and Daniel take Titik's beautiful bouquet home - they'll celebrate their daughter's grad this week.
A young friend comes by for her English charity school. She thins MrM's load with her items. Afterward, W and I work on typical Sunday afternoon stuff. While he's editing sound from the morning video, I'm planning the week ahead. (Our day of rest is Thursday.)

Monday - feast of Abraham
All night long, the chants and readings from the Koran are broadcast across the city. Not many people sleep since mosque speakers are turned to high volume for the special broadcasts. We walk at sunup and pass a cow tied to a business gate. This cow has no idea what's ahead. 
A little further, goats and cattle are tied up. They'll be ritually slaughtered in commemoration of Abraham's willingness to sacrifice his son. The Bible says it was Isaac. (Click here to read the original story.) The Koran doesn't specify which son so Arab culture has adapted the story to their ancestor Ishmael.
Groups of Muslims are headed for the neighborhood meeting place. When the ritual butchers have divided the animals, the piece each family (or group of families) has purchased is taken home for cooking. It's a much-anticipated feast and a government red-letter day (holiday) for all.
W and I pray, "May God find those who are seeking him." We pray for peace and favor over those who are celebrating.

Followers of Jesus have the assurance that God is the same yesterday, today, and forever. He foreshadowed the sacrifice of his Son in the willingness of Abraham to offer his own son to God. Now, since the death of Jesus on our behalf, our debt is paid in full. What hope! What joy! And what confidence we have in our Savior and his salvation.

Read more (about the joy of serving the God of Abraham today):

*[Joshua told the people of Israel:] Now fear the Lord and serve him with all faithfulness. Throw away the gods your ancestors worshiped beyond the Euphrates River and in Egypt, and serve the Lord. But if serving the Lord seems undesirable to you, then choose for yourselves this day whom you will serve, whether the gods your ancestors served beyond the Euphrates, or the gods of the Amorites, in whose land you are living. As for me and my household, we will serve the Lord. Joshua 24:14-15

*We know that Christ was raised from the dead and will never die again. Death doesn’t control him anymore. When he died, he died once and for all time. He did this to break the power of sin. Now that he lives, he lives in the power of God. In the same way, consider yourselves to be dead as far as sin is concerned. Now you believe in Christ Jesus. So consider yourselves to be alive as far as God is concerned. Romans 6:9-11

*For Christ also suffered once for sins, the righteous for the unrighteous, to bring you to God. He was put to death in the body but made alive in the Spirit. 1 Peter 3:18 

*My dear children, I write this to you so that you will not sin. But if anybody does sin, we have an advocate with the Father—Jesus Christ, the Righteous One. He is the atoning sacrifice for our sins, and not only for ours but also for the sins of the whole world. 1 John 2:1-2

Prayer: Generous Creator, what kindness and love you have shown us. What we could never accomplish by striving for a perfect righteous life, you did by sending your son Jesus. You apply his perfect obedience and righteousness to us. We have become your children because we have accepted your loving sacrifice and forgiveness. All praise, honor, and glory belong to you, One God, now and forever. Amen.

Wednesday, June 12, 2024

Happy birthday with deliciousness

Tuesday, June 11, 2024

We pass an old Toyota Kijang pickup. It's square, inelegant, and chugging along after decades of use. It's transported chairs to the community center for a wedding.

I'm checking for a certain photo when I come across this Before & After in our Kenmore house. What a difference a few accessories make! I painted the orchid in England in my first "loose painting" course. Not a great first attempt but it suits the room.
In our yard, the yardman is digging up turmeric. It grows quickly so the clump is taking over the back garden.
He chopped the leaves off last week and the tubers come out today. A smaller clump is left nearby. There are many pounds (kg) of the tubers - We keep 1 kg (2.2 lb) for the house; the rest is split between helpers.
PakAD is trimming tall stalks of bamboo by the gate. He trims stems for a grape trellis; the grapevines were a gift from Angie's husband before they repatriated to Germany.

I have a long list of books to review. My goal is 10 reviews/day. There can be weeks between bursts of reading specifically for reviews. You can read the reviews here. (If you don't find something of interest, scroll through the index on the right.)
When I scan the index, I see books I've browsed but want to read thoroughly. On flights to and from Canada or the USA, I indulge myself in a handful of books rather than torturing myself with sleeplessness.

We have team meeting this afternoon, our final one with our graduates. 
The end of the school year is heart wrenching and a cheering session in one. We are excited for what God will do through these grads and missing them already as they go home. Shibli passes his finals in the evening with flying colors! Hurrah.

Wednesday - Happy Birthday, Waldemar
Is that a flap of paper or leaf on the street? A closer look reveals a moth.
W and I start his birthday celebration with breakfast at Nara at 7:00 a.m.
I have to read some books for an upcoming class. The publishers have granted me 7 more books that will be published later this year. My obligation is to write a quick review for each. I write, trim my hair, and attend a helpful online meeting. Ibu Siti tortures me with a deep tissue massage to round out the morning. Ouch. 

Our houseguest Eki heads to the train station with his backpack and the bookends for his school. They're solid, commercial, and heavy. IbuS washed them yesterday. "They're very old," she notes.

W has chosen WindChime for his birthday lunch. He loves their mashed potatoes, combined with melted cheese and cream.
We share a mushroom tart = very good.
We order a scallop appetizer. I don't like it much and apparently the two scallops cost more than our entrees! What? The pansy is pretty though.
My entree is a creamy pasta dish. I eat about half and take the rest home.
The restaurant treats us to a lava cake, a scoop of ice cream, dots of strawberry puree, and chopped nuts.
When we dig in, the warm chocolate drips from the spoon.
We buy W's favorite cake from a bakery downtown and pick up Alice for a joint visit to R, who is in the hospital. We're home about 4:00 p.m. I bring about 100 Hardy Boys and Nancy Drew books from an upstairs shelf to the new bookshelves.

The helpers will wipe down the books over the next weeks. I have one more room of books to clear. That will fill the shelves and they might as well all be cleaned together.
Thursday 
We're doing the River Walk this morning since we're the only ones hiking. It's school vacation and many people are already traveling. No dogs are allowed on the Treetop Walk so PakG takes them around the neighborhood. 

We set off at 6:30 and are home before 10:00. Perfect schedule. As we walk down to the riverside, I spot [how many?] layers of paving in one patch.
The drainage canal above the river is almost empty.
Besides geese grubbing in the mud, there are thousands upon thousands of fish fry (see the dots in the silt?) eating mosquito larvae. Good thing. Dengue fever is going around again.
The city has thoughtfully put in disability strips in the middle of sidewalks. Unfortunately you still need help or the walk is a hazard.

I marvel at the GoJeks (motorcycle taxis) who come into villages like this one to pick up passengers. It's a 3' (1 meter) width at this point with a plunge to the canal on one side and sometimes a steep drop-off on the other. Pedestrians step aside so the rider and passenger can chug past, like they've done hundreds of times before.

The wildflowers are blooming in yellows, greens, and whites this morning.
W and I cross to the university park but the gates to the TreeTop Walk are locked. "We're doing maintenance all day," says the worker. Ok, so we stroll on the university paths. 
There are bronze statues between restaurants beside the parking lot.
We make a few loops around the 400m (1/4 mile?) track. Some women are fully covered (HOT! out) while their husbands trot along in shorts and t-shirts. We meet DrG, who introduces her friends. Though the photo below seems empty, there are hundreds of people on the track and exercising in the pull-ups, step-ups, and a large group doing stretches.
We're walking to breakfast when the kids call to wish Opa a happy birthday. When the grandkids call, you pause everything and listen.
Breakfast ($4.00 each) is spicy, delicious, and flavorful Sundanese food at #Dalaraos.
One buffet counter is downstairs, mostly for takeaway. It's also full upstairs where we eat, using another buffet line. Tea is on the house.
The views are typically Bandung - lots of green between red-rooted buildings that are wedged wall on wall.
W inquires about takeaway. Everyone stops to listen to the foreigner negotiate his way through a conversation. (I'm taking the photo from the staircase, wondering how long before we eat.)
W hops out of the car partway home to get a $1 haircut. For me, it's a shower, a pause, and some writing. We send birthday cookies into town for a friend. What a good morning.

Read more:

*But I trust in your unfailing love; my heart rejoices in your salvation. I will sing the Lord’s praise, for he has been good to me. Psalm 13:5-6

*As my life was ebbing away, I remembered the Lord, and my prayer came to you. Jonah 2:7 (had more about Jonah' story? Jonah 2:7)

*Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known to God. Philippians 4:6

Moravian Prayer: Comforting Presence, when the storms of life assail us, may we remember that you are as near as an open heart and a heartfelt prayer. As the tempests roar without or within us, as we turn to you, may we be confident that we will find grace and strength sufficient to our need. In Jesus’ name, we pray. Amen.