A new season

Sunday, June 8, 2025 Pentecost Sunday

Anton and Juno walk 2 loops on one leash. I pray that there are no cats for Anton to lunge at - and God's "small mercy" is that we see not a single one! We have a peaceful 2 mile stroll, with sturdy Juno as the anchor. She trots along happily, no matter what.

In the front planter, the two-toned leaves pop.

Cika helps out with the worship team. Pentecost is the fresh wind of a new season.

Tota leads and W's on his way to a scholar's conference so I speak alone. We expect the Spirit of God to be at work among us on this day when we celebrate Pentecost and the coming of the Holy Spirit. (Read the story by clicking the link.)

The lilies are blooming at Green Gate.

We turned last week's silk&fresh arrangement from front to back this week; there was no time to make a new bouquet.

When I cook for myself, meals are sporadic - made when I'm hungry. They usually include lots of vegetables and noodles, too. Same today.

Monday

W often walks the dogs but Anton behaves for me without pulling at the leash. No cats, once again - or at least he doesn't see the three that we pass. After a walk, I have a few meetings, and then it's down to work.

The huge leaking "pond" pot was drained, repaired and painted last week. Today it is being refilled. The plan is to put the plants back later today and return the first in a few days after the water quality stabilizes. 

It's almost full when I notice that it's still leaking a bit. PakG drains it partway and repairs the cracks with aquarium glue. The pot is ancient. The ugly red color will fade to terra-cotta in the sunshine.

I have stamina for academic work until noon, between international calls back and forth. Then I take a break by playing fetch with the dog and checking social media.

FB tells me that 16 years ago, I was writing Alumni News for NU alumni around the world. Seems like a lifetime ago. I loved connecting to alumni, sharing their stories, university events, and projects in what one coworker called the university's "gossip rag."

At least a year before that (+17 years ago), W heard about something called Facebook and told me to get NU as an institution and NU alumni on it. I opened an account in my name over office protests of, "What's Facebook?" and "It will never work; no one wants that."

W was right. Shortly, I had almost 1000 "followers" and 5000 "friends" between real friends, alumni, and students. That was the permitted limit for a personal account. After a while, I was permitted to set up NU pages, including alumni decades and parent groups. If you're connected to NU, look 'em up. There's always something happening there and on IG.

By 2:00 PM I'm almost hungry enough for lunch. And I think I'll pack it in. I have almost 50 PPT slides and notes organized - with at least that many to go, tomorrow. After that, I'll have to check every reference in the updated editions of the textbooks and make sure the links are correct.

I walk out for a 5:00 dinner with a friend who is asking about God-with-us. 

What a treasure it is to be invited into God's presence with those we care about.

When I get home, Melvi warns me that a bench leg has given way. We usually sit on that bench to pull our shoes on and off. In the dark, I might have slid right off the leaning side. Termites must be in the bench wood. That will have to be replaced.

When we tip the bench on its side, we see the extent of the damage. The top of the leg is eaten away and the leg itself has been hollowed out. Frass pours out of every gap in the upholstery, like dust pellets.

Tuesday

Dawn is breaking as we head out the gate. Oh oh. Someone has left flip-flops on the Porch. Anton like to chew those! I put them away.

We pass 3 cats without incident. Waaaha! Helps when Anton wears a prong collar that puts pressure on him if he pulls hard. The past mornings, he walked nicely on a shared leash with Juno, our solid brick of a Labradoodle. Juno trots steadily and doesn't look one way or another = straight ahead, ignoring cats, chickens, and other dogs. Good girl.

I talk to Mom and Keelee before 8 AM and then it's time to work some more on next week's class. I listen to Blinkest books as I coordinate PPT slides with teaching notes.

I get the seasonal itch to redecorate. I'm inspired by the spring and early summer photos of friends up North.

The room gets updated from black and green to creams and blues. The rug needs swapping before we land in a new season.

Melvi and I walk Anton and Bailey to the corner, talk to PakIyan, and walk back. Someone asks if we want a fire pit. They have cut wood from a tree they chopped down. What do you think? (It's a lot of wood.)

Some guys have unearthed a half-gone giraffe statue under a tangle of vines. I remember seeing it years ago when we visited, but never could find it again. I assumed someone had stolen it, along with the doors, plumbing, and electrical wiring on that property.

It's a baking day to replenish what was eaten last weekend: oatmeal cookies with Kopiko coffee candy and smashed chocolate from a Trader Joe Dark Chocolate Almond bar. Thanks, IbuA and IbuS! And thanks, Adam and Jenn, who delivered the chocolate on their visit a few weeks ago.

Breakfast is half of the leftover noodles and chicken. I chop the other half into little pieces and covered it with water. The dogs happily gobble it down atop their kibble.

IbuS bakes bread so I make an egg salad sandwich for a late lunch. Supper-ish is tea, a piece of IbuA's pumpkin pie, and an apple. On my own, I'm rarely hungry at mealtimes. I don't feel obligated to eat until I feel peckish.

It thunders a bit and the sky is dark. Gypsy cowers in his doghouse but the other dogs ignore the weather and relax in the yard until bedtime.

Wednesday 

The pot-pond is still leaking when PakG fills it up. He goes back to the hardware store for cement and another can of paint. After our walk, the dogs relax and I spend the entire morning on my class notes. The leaves we picked up a few days ago are almost dry.

We change the dining room from green and pink 

to blue as well.

The rain starts at lunch and the fresh smell of gardens and green leaves wafts into the house.

Read more:

*O Lord, in your hand are power and might, so that no one is able to withstand you. 2 Chronicles 20:6

*You are my Father, my God, and the rock of my salvation! Psalm 89:26

*Give us today our daily bread. Matthew 6:11

*They drove Jesus out of the town and led him to the brow of the hill on which their town was built, so that they might hurl him off the cliff. But he passed through the midst of them and went on his way. Luke 4:29-30

Moravian Prayer: Holy God of our salvation, we praise your holy name. Provide us with our daily bread, as we trust in your provision. We give thanks for your steadfast love and faithfulness.

Gentle Shepherd, your power and might are always on display. Help us to remember that this power is funneled through your great love for us, and that you love us fiercely and powerfully as your chosen children. Amen.

Goodbye, hello, and catching up

Saturday, May 24, 2025

After the dawn walk, I'm hungry for pancakes. But when I start cooking, I decide on crepes. All the batter needs is more milk. I heat 3 little frying pans and before long, dozens of crepes are heaped on the serving dish.

Jenn and Adam L have been here for the past week-and-a-half. I invite them down but they had a big supper last night and decline ... until they smell the crepes. We have a nice breakfast together. Then we wander over to a nearby house to pray for God's favor. The dogs romp through the yard while we imagine what the future may hold.

The flowers for Round Table Sunday are bright and cheery. The garden is fluttering with yellow and purple blooms but I am in a red mood when I roam the flowerbeds. I ram the few flowers I find between maidenhead fern fronds. PakG takes 12 bud vases to the hall and helps Alice's team with tomorrow's setup.

And just like that, before noon our friends wave goodbye. It's been a pleasure having them with us - a time of healing and joy. They take the shuttle to the Jakarta airport, heading to a vacation in the islands tomorrow.

All the dogs get groomed by 2 guys who arrive on their motorcycle, complete with their gear. We probably couldn't afford to have poodles in the States. The duo charges 1/10 the USA price (1/20 for Anton) to clean and clip the dogs. A bonus is that we don't have to go to the groomers; they come to us.

Bailey gets a weird "helmet head" cut so I take him into my office and cut a round cap with a Teflon scrapbooking scissor.

Better. While I'm in the mood, I cut 1-3" off my own hair to neaten it up. (But I use salon scissors on my own head.)

Talman drops by in late afternoon. He was a faithful movie night "son-of-the-heart" before he moved to live and work in Turkey. He's back for a short visit. We're delighted when he makes time for us.

Jenn and Adam arrive safely at the Jakarta airport and check out the new Grand Anara Hotel. It looks good. Thank you, God, for traveling mercies.

Sunday

Mom and I talk at 4:30 a.m. and my rib is still aching from Friday's wipeout. W takes Anton and Juno for the early morning walk. It's the first walk I've missed since A arrived a month ago.

Anton is a happy boy with his new haircut. He loves the fenced yard and probably knows every inch by now. He plays endless games of "fetch" and plows down plants and pots to find the ball, no matter how long it takes. Oh oh - our garden is becoming a wreck; I'm an indifferent thrower and the ball often rolls into the flower beds.

There's a good team serving together today at IES Bandung.

My heart is immersed in the generosity of God and his love for his creation. How good he is to all of us. He invites each person out of the kingdom of darkness into his glorious kingdom of light. I am sometimes overcome by wonder at his goodness and patience.

W orders Mike Pizza for lunch. I sit outside and admire the green garden; it's nature's reward for the past few weeks of overcast skies and rain. It's unusual to have such a long stretch without sunshine most of the day, less like Bandung and more like Chilliwack where we grew up.

We put away our Sunday gear and change out of our Sunday clothes. Then we unpack the dozen bud vases from the hall and spread the flowers around the room. Something in them smells wonderful.

Last week's bouquet is still going strong in the entry.

I love reading on the Porch when there's time to rest. The serene setting soothes the busy mind. An endless "fetch" game keeps the energetic youngster occupied. We're debating whether the nickname acquired by chewing flip-flops will stick: Monster. He's big and active enough to pull it off.

I come inside when I'm in danger of being eaten alive by mosquitoes. Their larvae thrive in the wet pockets of the garden bromeliads and ferns. We sign an agreement for the future of our work. It is the result of 4 years of questions and negotiations.

Monday

The newsletter for next month takes shape in the early morning hours.  Might as well write while things are quiet. This week we need to finish several major projects, in addition to our normal schedule. 

W checks if he has a meeting this morning. While I wait for him, I color my hair with a DIY kit from the USA. We can't buy "blond" color here most of the time. (Not doing a color change, just roughing its texture for more body.)

There are many ways to survive if you're creative. One popular option is to rent a costume and ask for money along the streets. This guy is on the bandwagon.

Tract housing is the most common building style in the neighboring city of KBP, where we're headed. We have a few bedding options to check out and W picks up some storage baskets. 

It's wonderful to hug Claudia's neck - and have lunch with Josh. Catching up on what our friends are doing provides direction for prayer and connects the hearts.

IKEA has nothing for us in the AS-IS section, which is our first go-to when we get in the door.

Back home, the fridge is full. W's baskets corral some odd-shaped bags of food.

IbuS has changed the linens in the guest room and set up for the next arrivals, whoever that will be. We have food packages left from a previous order so there's no cooking today.

Tuesday

After a 3-mile walk, we make some calls and get to work. Today the helpers have a marathon of baking. First comes 7 loaves o fbanana bread - thanks for the sweet bananas, Veronica! They bake 5 pumpkin pies with the little pumpkins we got last week at the fruit stand. They send lunch to a friend along with some loaves ... the whole yard and the house smell of fresh-baked goods.

We need eggs, butter, and vegetables so it's off to the store. Two American young adults must be "fresh off the boat." Standing on the store steps, they look only at their peers, chatter and laugh loudly! and seem unaware of anything but themselves. Passersby avoid eye contact, though a smile and "good morning" are a normal greeting.

We send lunch downhill to our friends. V sent up bananas; we return the favor with banana bread. The team comes over to discuss our work over tea, fresh pumpkin pie, and banana bread. What would we do without IbuS and IbuA?! They leave mid-afternoon but I freeze a counter-ful of baking after it cools down.

Wednesday

Walk. Call the son with a birthday? He's a wonderful man with a good family. He'll be busy with them when his birthday rolls around on his side of the world. 

Our prayers for blessing are that our kids - including Timothy - are blessed = so they can bless others with streams of the Living Water that Jesus promised his followers.

Anton's in a mood! He prances, dances, and riles up Juno, a true feat of energy.

Back home, I heat up yesterday's leftover tea and hit the desk for more editing. This book is a slog: the topic is generally covered in the introduction so the rest is details and case studies. My mind slides around the words and ideas. I remove repetitions and clarify a few things but they could have published it without my help. (Yes, it will be better with help.) The hoya flowers smell heavenly on the Porch.

W and I read through Sunday's talk (his writing this week) and head out the door for lunch. We skipped our date breakfast today to talk to our moms and get to work. We both need a break by midday. Look at this unassuming little bloom. I love finding things like this when we walk.

The yardman had typhoid fever for the past weeks but he's back on the job. The lawn-ish plants have grown in his absence. The weed-whacker drones on and on; we go inside and close the doors to focus on work. Outdoor maintenance is a must-do chore if you don't want snakes and other critters migrating into the house.

Read more:

*Only you know the human heart. 1 Kings 8:39

*Blessed are those whose ways are blameless, who walk according to the law of the Lord.

Blessed are those who keep his statutes and seek him with all their heart

    —they do no wrong but follow his ways.

You have laid down precepts that are to be fully obeyed.

Oh, that my ways were steadfast in obeying your decrees!

Then I would not be put to shame when I consider all your commands.

I will praise you with an upright heart as I learn your righteous laws.

I will obey your decrees; do not utterly forsake me. Psalm 119:1-8

*When Jesus saw Nathanael coming toward him, he said of him, “Here is truly an Israelite in whom there is no deceit!” Nathanael asked him, “Where did you get to know me?” John 1:47-48

Moravian Prayer: Omniscient Lord, God, and Spiritus, creator of each of us, we are yours by your will if not our own. Give increase to our leanings to find you and to be found by you. May we be kind. Amen.

Goodbye, new visitors and prep for the week? Check.

Saturday

It's mild and sunny in the morning. I finish a 3' (1 meter) flower arrangement for the hall when we get back from our walk.

W starts to walk Anton today. We not only have to train our smart and willful creatures but the humans who interact with them. 

"Oh, he sits when I say sit!" exclaims Melvi, who plays fetch with Anton when she's outside. It's true: he's starting to obey.

I keep working my way through the book survey, on #80 of +270 responses. Reading comments from expats and global workers brings their challenges to life.

Sunday

After a walk, I change from my damp clothes - it's been hotter in the mornings, a sign that dry season may be coming. Then we're at the hall for a talk on God's care for us. The worship team snaps a photo after they serve.

Feibe is celebrated on her final Sunday. We pray for her and go out for lunch as a team. Her grad school will not permit monetary compensation or gifts so Hanny and Alice purchase a beautiful batik blazer for a thank you.

Back home, we let Anton out of his crate. For the most part, the creatures get along very well. They lie as close to me as they can when I work on the Porch.

Anton and I finish our 5 miles for the day (10-11,000 steps) and come home to play fetch and wear him out. Good boy! He is persistent: when I toss a ball, he will keep looking over the whole property until he finds it. Then he brings it right to me. If he doesn't return it, the game is over and the ball is put away.

Today starts is a new round of recruiting volunteers for an English program. Kristi started it a few years ago, and it's transforming the future for village kids and their moms. The wisdom of getting older is knowing what does and doesn't belong on your plate. I don't serve there directly but I help in other ways.

Monday

We walk and then we work. There's a tall pile backing up: syllabus, editing, prep for a seminar, etc. It is another red letter day so only one helper is here. We give her lunch money as she starts baking banana bread and head out the door. There's a new pasta restaurant at the end of our street ($10 for both of us).

It's easier to eat out than filling the kitchen with cooking and dirty dishes as baking trays go in and out of the ovens. Tomorrow the helpers will make cookies - the last batches disappeared quickly.

Back to coursework. There's SO much new information on academic writing. My job is to decide how much students need to know. Do I gather links and let them do further research if they need it? How good is their English. Updating a course in a few weeks is a full-time job but I don't have the hours. Lord have mercy.

Bryanna arrives in late afternoon and will stay a couple of nights. She's in Indonesia for 2 more months before she heads back for veterinarian school. After work, Melvi also joins us for a light supper - she and B know some of the same people so they have lots to talk about.

Tuesday

We take B for breakfast at #NaraPark. The day flies by: she'd like to duo some outlet shopping (B finds her clothes) and buy snacks. It's mandatory to bring back snacks for your team when you travel!

This bush is so jazzy! at the first outlet store.

PakG takes B a few more places after lunch, while IbuA and IbuS finish baking and cleanup for movie night tomorrow. The house smells of banana bread and cookies.

After checking that his tech is working for tomorrow's movie night, W heads into Jakarta to pick up guests. It can be confusing to land in a country with little English signage and few English speakers. He sleeps overnight in a capsule hotel at the airport. He'll meet them after they land in the morning and bring them home on the shuttle.

I continue movie night prep and edits. I'm working my way through the book chapter by chapter. My head gets foggy after a while, simplifying language and making sure of the format. This book is a compilation of academic presentations, papers, and other research so my task is to hand it back as a homogeneous work. It would be harder if the author weren't such a good writer. (It's still a lot of work.) 

There's time to chat with Bryanna in the evening. My head is full of the week ahead. 

Read more:

*As the deer pants for streams of water, so my soul pants for you, my God. My soul thirsts for God, for the living God. When can I go and meet with God? My tears have been my food day and night, while people say to me all day long, “Where is your God?”

These things I remember as I pour out my soul: how I used to go to the house of God under the protection of the Mighty One with shouts of joy and praise among the festive throng.

Why, my soul, are you downcast? Why so disturbed within me? Put your hope in God, for I will yet praise him, my Savior and my God. Psalm 42:1-5

*Yet your people say, “The way of the Lord is not just,” when it is their own way that is not just. Ezekiel 33:17

*Is there injustice on God’s part? By no means! Romans 9:14

Moravian Prayer: O God, nurture in us the growth that comes from the study of your word and way. May we see the examples of the people of the Bible and learn from them. Increase our hunger for your presence. In your name, we pray. Amen.

Cough cough, cookies, and a lot of steps

Tuesday, May 6, 2025

Anton walks beside me and sits when he should because I have treats in hand. Ugh, my palm is greasy from small fatty chunks of "dog beef" found in the freezer. Oh well, he pays attention and does what he's supposed to. Worth it, 5300 steps later. Another walk comes later in the day. We're sure getting our steps in.

W and I are preparing for a full week ahead: overnight guests, events, and more. W snaps my picture and sends it off to the academic dean who will obtain a visa so I can teach in his country. I finish writing Sunday's talk. W reads it through with me and helps edit it into shape. My head is less fuzzy today, thank God.

How about a gardenia from the shrub beside the Porch? Its fragrance fills the entry. The other good smell is IbuA baking chocolate chip cookies. Her version adds smashed Kopiko candies for a crackling coffee flavor.

Two fond memories pop up on FB: the first is the 17-year friendship with my college choir director #SylviaPittsFry. I was her choir pianist all three years in the 1970s (!). One year I even played a 10-day choir tour with mononucleosis (rousing just enough to coordinate the accompaniment with her conducting at the front and end of each piece. I did the rest mostly asleep.) 

Sylvia and I were young and anything was possible. She'd just finished a bachelor in music and done some composing. I was working on a piano performance degree, so music flowed between us on autopilot. I'd hear what I was playing when everyone else did, without much forethought. My fingers slid into harmonies without conscious placement, unless we were following a score.

A second memory is from 11 years ago: I was trying to rehome Lewis, our toy poodle, in preparation for moving to Indonesia. Sylvia didn't have a dog at the time we were packing up, but I remembered how she spoiled her Pekinese "Sonatina" during college years. She generously took our Lewis home to Toronto, where she renamed him "Buddy" and pampered him until he died earlier this year, aged 18. He became a therapy dog for many in her seniors complex, beloved by all. Good boy! (and she was a good friend.)

Wednesday

We're up early, walking and meeting our dear friends, JP and Judy on the loop for their last time. They move to the USA today. How we will miss them!

Life abroad means constant adjustments of relationships and interactions. People come and go. Between are initial invitations, warm friendships, good working relationships, meals together, and emotional goodbyes.

I sit on the Porch with a breakfast of fresh bread and NZ nut butter, writing book reviews. I track down the syllabus for an upcoming class. It needs revisions due to new texts, research tools, plagiarism detectors, and - of course - defined ethics for using AI to write or revise theses and papers. My general philosophy is if students do their own research and initial writing, getting help from a spell- and grammar-checker is a good idea.

We have pizza for lunch. Then W heads out to a study while I do another walk. If nothing else, I'm getting more fit with two long walks a day. Looking at the grey clouds above, I take Anton out early, wandering here and there up various side streets until we've gone over 10,000 steps. I'm happy to come home.

The joy of doing research is discovering new data. I'm wading through 270+ responses to a survey and finding it really interesting. The first task is spotting trends and worthwhile suggestions. I make popcorn and munch it on the Porch as I evaluate. There's even time to finish an upcoming Macomber novel and write a few reviews.

The rain comes after 4 PM. The yardman is gone until tomorrow; today he clipped the lawn-ish ground cover (whatever it is). The helper leaves before the sky darkens. Then a hard rain descends, and lightning jags between the mountains. Most of us are inside and dry. What a blessing, which we don't take for granted.

Thursday

We usually hike but most people are away and I'm still lung-compromised. We settle for long neighborhood walks (5 miles, usually). Living on the side of a mountain, there are enough inclines and descents wherever we walk. We pick up Casey's old crate - she's happily traveling with her people and all arrive safely in Atlanta.

Today's a bonus workday since we don't have to travel to hike. W goes to town to get his phone fixed at the tech mall while I go through survey data on the Porch. We're ramping up for a seminar next week, so I check in with team members.

A friend drops for an hour of discussion, tea, and cookies. We learn that it's a Dutch custom to eat only one item with a cup of tea: one cookie, one snack, or one piece of food. To eat a second, you must be served a second cup of tea. We tell him to load up and send a bunch of cookies home for his wife to enjoy.

Friday

First up is a meeting with a counselor, the monthly check-in to make sure I am on an even keel while living abroad. Then IbuSiti comes to give me a thorough massage. Loosening the remains of the past two weeks is a good idea. We call the grandkids and enjoy a visit online - they're getting over a cold so are coughing more than I.

I want to join the Book Group but most members are seniors. The last thing they need is what I had. I stay home. I send 6 books and take photos of what I send over so I know where my books are. They keep 3 and send 3 home.

W visits a friend down the hill and comes back with 2 huge smoked-chicken burritos @50.000 (student rate: $3.00 for both.) They're so big that we eat only half and put the delicious remains away for tomorrow. 

Read more:

*I will not fail you or forsake you. Joshua 1:5

*The law of the Lord is perfect, refreshing the soul.

The statutes of the Lord are trustworthy, making wise the simple.

The precepts of the Lord are right, giving joy to the heart.

The commands of the Lord are radiant, giving light to the eyes.

The fear of the Lord is pure, enduring forever.

The decrees of the Lord are firm, and all of them are righteous.

They are more precious than gold, than much pure gold;

they are sweeter than honey, than honey from the honeycomb. Psalm 19:7-10

*Suddenly the heavens were opened to Jesus and he saw God’s Spirit descending like a dove and alighting on him. Matthew 3:16

Moravian Prayer: Faithful Father, God, we thank you for the assurances you give of your abiding love and care for us, and that you allow us to share your love and compassion with the world. Amen.