Sunday, October 16, 2022

"Everything's bigger in Texas"

Wednesday, October 12, 2022 (through Friday) - in Texas

We fly to Texas Wednesday morning. It's mid-afternoon when we arrive; we've brought snacks but there's no meal on the 4-hour flight. When we arrive in Austin, we stop for African-Texas barbecue. We love the sour-smokey flavor, indulging as we sit in the warm shade.

Our daughter is a foodie and has planned a gourmet circuit of the city she loves.

We stock up for DIY projects at Home Depot. They have a whole parking lot of barbecues for sale.
Inside, Christmas ornaments are going up.
I spend a few minutes in the hardware and paint aisles. Something about the lumber aisle aways makes me happy. It smells of wood and possibilities. I miss these DIY superstores - they used to be fun "dates" with W when we lived in the USA.
W scopes out Kirsten's yard and then the week's work begins. K has purchased small trees to plant to block neighbors' views of her backyard. W digs holes, I plant and mulch, and within a day or two, the little trees are set.
The front yard is the first chore. After I toss the neighbor kids' scooter back onto their lot, we define the property line with prickly bushes and concrete tiles. By Saturday, W has run irrigation hoses under the tiles and dug the long lines of hoses under the backyard grass to the new trees. After K buys irrigation timers, the yard is all set.
Between work, we eat some of the best food Austin food trucks have to offer. We start with a late lunch at a Mexican taco truck.
Besides the Mexican sauces, there's a beef broth for dipping. Oh yum.
We shop at a supermarket for food. There's one aisle of refrigerators with all kinds of sausages.
There's an aisle of frozen vegetables: raw, cooked, or ready-made meals.
And there's another aisle of prepared dinners - slip them into the oven or microwave and you have a meal. It's quicker than a personal chef and you can choose many options, any time you shop for groceries.
I'm boggled by the heaps of pumpkins at the exit. The largest are 2.5' (75 cm) in diameter and $40. The rest are cheaper; most are 1' (30 cm) or larger. Some have bumps, lumps, interesting skin colors, and other variations.
Gas is cheaper than in Seattle, where state, county, and city taxes steal an extra $2-$3 per gallon at the pump.
As night falls, the sky lights up the forests on the hillsides of Austin. The sunsets are glorious.
Saturday
We start at Arturo's basement cafe for brunch. The portions are huge.
The server takes our picture. He is observant and attentive to what we need. In the USA, the customer is king.
The clientele and servers are typically Austin: young and diverse.
We spot a few city "birds" - cranes erecting skyscrapers downtown and along the highways.
Another trip to the grocer shocks us with a refrigerator case filled top to bottom with cheese and sausage options.
Kirsten holds up some funky squashes.
Back home in the evening, we lay out a gallery wall from K's collection of street art. It covers 3'X4.5' (1X1.5 meters.)
We start with a blank wall in the primary bedroom - and then it's done.
Sunday
We drive 30 miles to a gathering at Believer's Church in Leander, where people are friendly and welcoming.
Lunch at Ron and Jody Dugone's house is delicious. Their community group meets at their place on Sundays. They include us in their feast. We eat a lip-smacking Tex-Mex repast of guacamole, salsa, chips, refried beans, a cheesy chicken casserole, salad, and spicy rice with corn. The banana pudding dessert is awesome.
The ranch driveway is long, winding through meadows and trees. This is a small section.
We make several stops on the way home to Austin. One of them is to an Indian food truck - the parking lot full of food trucks is typical of Austin. There are Caribbean, Venezuelan, Indian, American, and Hawaiian, and ice cream options in this lot.
W orders a 1/2 lb (1/4 kg) burger and pronounces it delicious. My stomach is still full from lunch.
We're home at 5:00, tired but happy. the mango lassi tastes good. As does the microwave popcorn ...

Read more:

*You must not distort justice; you must not show partiality; and you must not accept bribes, for a bribe blinds the eyes of the wise and subverts the cause of those who are in the right. Deuteronomy 16:19

*I will look to the Lord, I will wait for the God of my salvation; my God will hear me. Micah 7:7

*How can you believe when you accept glory from one another and do not seek the glory that comes from the one who alone is God? John 5:44

*Set your minds on things that are above, not on things that are on earth. Colossians 3:2

*Proclaim the message; be persistent whether the time is favorable or unfavorable; convince, rebuke, and encourage, with the utmost patience in teaching. 2 Timothy 4:2

*See what great love the Father has lavished on us, that we should be called children of God! And that is what we are! The reason the world does not know us is that it did not know him. Dear friends, now we are children of God, and what we will be has not yet been made known. But we know that when Christ appears, we shall be like him, for we shall see him as he is. All who have this hope in him purify themselves, just as he is pure. 1 John 3:1-3

Moravian Prayer: Almighty God, it is on you that we depend. Forgive us when our conceit leads us to think that we rule our own destiny. In humility, we look to see your footsteps, that we may walk in your ways. 

God of creation, teach us that we cannot glorify you when we are contributors to injustice, oppression, and the destruction of your creation. Search our hearts and lead us to truth, that we, and our world, may be healed. Amen. 

Tuesday, October 11, 2022

Flu avoidance and encouraging meetings

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Sunday, October 9, 2022

We join Freedom Church in Woodinville in the morning. The people are warm, welcoming, and friendly. By the time we find our seats, we've said hello to multiple regulars and I've found a heart-sister in the seat next to me (Deborah). Pastor Eric leads worship and encourages everyone to work out our calling.

The three older grandkids are ill and stay home and watch the service online with their mom. This was supposed to be their sleepover weekend, but they're too sick to do the things we've planned. So we postpone until the weekend before we head home to Indonesia. It's disappointing for them and for us.

Jonathan, our youngest at 33, comes for Little Caesar pizza at lunch. After we eat, the guys are on their devices and still talking. It's good to see each other. I can't hug Jono enough. How we miss our kids.

No wonder our NU Alumni shirt doesn't fit me: it fits slim and trim Jonathan just fine. All our children graduated from our alma mater.
Monday
After a few morning phone calls, Melissa and 3 of the 4 kids join me on a 3 miles (5 km) circuit of the neighborhood. They're growing so fast.
The kids take their bikes - even littlest Mak makes it all the way! We pluck some lavender blossoms from the boulevards and enjoy the fragrance together.
I'm downsizing dishes. An assorted amount of  ironstone dinnerware (England) gets put into boxes.

Some Kaiser Germany vases are set aside for nieces.

Our apartment has morphed with a mix of African and other global mementos. Some are from our parents' travels. Most are wedding gifts and hellos from various expat friends.

The elephant stand on the old dresser from my grandmother's bedroom.
I write across the room from a 1X2 meter (3X6'+) painting of the Northwest Passage (by Norman Yates). That art has cheered me for 19 years, gracing various rooms since we acquired it on our 25th anniversary.
It's one of those rare pieces where the closer you get, the more interesting it becomes.
Zoom in? I love primary colors and never tire of it: it makes my heart sing.

Tuesday
We're out the door about 9:00, headed into the mountains for a regional meeting. It's good to connect with prayer partners and friends who support us in other ways. We've spoken at many of their organizations, and W was prof for many of them at Northwest University before we moved to Indonesia. W's name tag says, "Sorry, I can't talk!" because his throat is sore after a cold.

For lunch, we eat the "best of 3 tries" of Pho (Vietnamese soup), before W drops me at home. He mets someone who buys our old iPhone - yay for FB Marketplace. (That site is a total scam in Indonesia, with no prices or fake ones, lots of "free" when they are sellers, etc. We've given up on it there.)

After we pack for Texas, we have one more engagement with a Round Table group. They're encouraged to ask questions about our work, theology, and whatever else interests them.

Read more:

*The Lord said to Moses, “I will raise up for them a prophet like you from among their own people; I will put my words in the mouth of the prophet.” Deuteronomy 18:18

*Just as we have been approved by God to be entrusted with the message of the gospel, even so we speak, not to please mortals, but to please God who tests our hearts. 1 Thessalonians 2:4

* If we have died with him, we will also live with him. 2 Timothy 2:1

Moravian Prayer: Dear Lord, we want to clearly identify your voice and hear you when you speak. Above all, give us the grace to understand your will, and the audacity to speak truth in your name. Amen.

Saturday, October 8, 2022

A "with-Mom" day and an urge to organize

Wednesday, October 5, 2022

We leave Eastern Washington about 7:00 a.m. and drive through the grasslands and the mountain pass to Issaquah before 11:00. The sun is just rising and accompanies us until we reach the mountains. Then the gloom of Seattle's coast overtakes the sky.

W remembers Macky's DimSum which we liked before, so we stop in for lunch. Everything tastes delicious. The service is quick. The food comes hot to the table.
Next door was a bronze statue of a grizzly. A restored log cabin from the early 1900s is its backdrop.
I'm amazed by the long, wide buses. Some buses are doubles: a second section is attached to the first with an accordion wall between that allows for turns. The roads are broad and there's a sign for everything.

It starts to feel like home after we come in and out a few times. The white covers are a soothing backdrop to basement living.

The grandkids entertain us before supper.
Melissa has prepared Pacific salmon as the main course.
By the time we get to bed, the laundry's drying, the suitcases are unpacked, and we have a book in hand.

Thursday
We wake early. I have a meeting with my Spiritual Director at 8:00. She reads a moving poem, (read it below) Stripped by God (Cynthia Langston Kirk 2007) that becomes my question for the day. At 10:00 I reach my coffee table in Lake Forest Park and do some editing and writing.

We have lunch at Seattle's Indo Cafe (Indonesian food) with pastor and friend Jason Deuman, who catches us up on his efforts and listens to ours. Our server lived in Bandung until he was 10 but hasn't been back. Small world - W leaves him some bandrek (traditional ginger drink).

In the evening, we are at friends' with a group that met weekly for years, starting in the 1990s. 
Many have health challenges, some have appointments or are traveling.BUT how wonderful to see those who make it to Larsons'. Phyllis has prepared a feast. Dessert is 3 pies and ice cream or whipped cream toppings. (We'd be butter-balls if we ever moved back!)
As always, the hospitality is warm and the setting beautiful. This season it's decked for autumn.
Friday
I need to see Mom so I leave Seattle about 6:00 a.m. and drive up to Canada. I arrive after 8:00.
Before I say hello, I make her usual breakfast and take it upstairs to her. The doctor tells Norm: Mom fractured her back pruning roses: that explains her extreme pain.

We chat while she eats. She's getting tippy and feels weak so I do a load of laundry while she showers with someone nearby.

Mom lives in rhythm - "First we do this, then that" - but "this way, not that way." My brother usually takes care of her and she doesn't have a lot undone. It's easy to visit: we know each other well. I remake 2 beds with fresh linens, water the yard and indoor plants, pick tomatoes, cook homemade spätzle and meat sauce for lunch, and do a few other chores.

Supper? She makes herself lunch-meat and cheese, melted on bread. And we take a selfie.
As evening falls, we talk and pray together. She names each child, grandchild, and great-grandchild to God, along with the elders we hold so dear. "I can still kneel down," she says. That's a big deal.
I'm back on the road after 6:00. The sun is setting in a glorious blaze. There's a traffic jam at the border. It takes 30 minutes to get through. I follow Waze instructions on the back farm roads of northern Washington until we get to the freeway. Everyone is in a hurry: traffic flows at 70-75 mph, even in 60mph zones. Some cars buzz by at +80mph.
The full moon lights the way until I pull into the Seattle driveway before 9:00 p.m. It takes me a while to unwind but we're asleep before 11.

Saturday

The grandkids are fighting colds and we plan to have them sleep over tomorrow. So we try to keep our distance today. I put their daily Oma/Opa gift - animal washcloths - at the top of the steps since they're not coming downstairs.

W and I schluck some fizzy Vitamin C, zinc, and other stuff to ward off the crud. We have a busy week ahead ... no time for colds.

I make pho for breakfast (hot Vietnamese-style soup.) While W goes to coffee, I start to clean several cabinets, washing down shelves, putting away vases, tea things, and china. I'm still not done at lunchtime. A few things wait to be sorted on the table. The laundry is almost finished, too.

W uses his new air fryer to make shrimp; I add mac and cheese and set out chips with dip. It feels like a lot of food. But there's room for a square of chocolate after!

W and I read through tomorrow's talk, make edits, and nap. It's a quiet and productive day.

Read more: 

(As is usual for poetry, read it aloud or have it read to you.)

Stripped by God
What would happen if I pursued God -
If I filled my pockets with openness,
Grabbed a thermos half full of fortitude,
And crawled into the cave of the Almighty
Nose first, eyes peeled, heart hesitantly following
Until I was face to face
With the raw, pulsing beat of Mystery?
What if I entered and it looked different
Than anyone ever described?
What if the cave was too large to be fully known,
Far too extensive to be comprehended by one person or group,
Too vast for one dogma or doctrine?
Would I shatter at such a thought?
Perish from paradox or puzzle?
Shrink and shrivel before the power?
Would God be diminished if I lived a question
Rather than a statement?
Would I lose my faith
As I discovered the magnitude of Grace?
O, for the willingness to explore
To leave my tiny vocabulary at the entrance
And stand before you naked
Stripped of pretenses and rigidity,
Disrobed of self righteousness and tidy packages,
Stripped of all that holds me at a distance from you
And your world.
Strip me, O God,
Then clothe me in curiosity and courage.
- Cynthia Langston Kirk