"Is it better to be happy or know the truth?"

Tuesday, April 21, 2026
British hymns played by a classical organist accompany today's writing and work. We head to town after a walk around the neighborhood loop. This 1' / 30cm leaf has the most beautiful shape as it dries, don't you think?

We pass parades of schoolchildren commemorating Hari Kartini, in homor of the woman who championed equality for women in Indonesia.

It's time to get a full-length mirror at the Project. Who knows how we've been showing up? W is familiar with a glass shop downtown. Its owner remembers him. She offers us a wide-and-tall non-wavy option, delivered for $20. I'm planning to hang it with a secondary function. Mounting it across from an existing window will create the illusion of a window on a blank wall. We order another mirror for the guest bedroom.

When we moved in, we placed 4 floor chipped floor tiles across 2 library tables to make a serving island. Although they don't fit, it's worked well enough.

We walk past a stone seller. Since they don't have one slab of what I'm looking for, I bargain for 2 pieces of rough-cut travertine marble. (I can put our wooden cutting board between.) Once the shop offers the same price as they charge for run-of-the-mill stone, we agree to the purchase. They promise to deliver the slabs on Thursday.

It's good to have a handy spouse. W hangs the wind chimes on the Porch. Two older chimes came with us from Seattle but the one of beach glass is from our recent trip to Bali. I've missed those songs when the wind blows.

For a follower of Jesus, a multi-sensory life of worship is a daily pleasure. Our generous Creator gave us the capacity to enjoy smells, sound, touch, and more. We share his delight in the beauty of the universe = pure wonder and gratitude.

The back kitchen is readied and cleand up for tomorrow's cooking spree. Finally, the chaise liner is washed and repaired so we can pull on the new cover. (Oops, I forgot to miter the front corner. Let's leave that for the next time I pull out the sewing machine.)

The fabric is a wild neutral pattern in 3 greens, 2 blues, 2 pinks, and cream. They can be highlighted by changing the pillowcases. For now, the pillow covers are light pink and light blue.

It's time to write the partner newsletter for next month. A chocolate peanut butter cup from TJ makes the process sweeter.

Reading is part of being a lecturer or prof. Choosing texts is part of teaching. I must write reviews and make recommendations for upcoming classes. The general principle is to avoid books that are more than 10 years old unless they're seminal texts. Publications 5 years or younger keep students informed about cultural trends and current research.

We have dinner with a former student. His wife used to like Nanny Pavillon in their city. She was thinking about that with nostalgia a few days ago. She spots it across the street from our driveway. What are the chances? We cross the street and talk about homeschool, serving others, and contentment.

Wednesday
The dogs have their usual wrestling match after the walk. As we eat breakfast, they search for the banana bread crusts we toss into the yard. Then they snooze while their owners prepare for movie night.

The sky looks stormy. Rain is expected in the afternoon. There are many things we can plan and control. But the weather is God's responsibility. When there's a downpour, the streets flood and travel is restricted. We ask God for favor. [The first drops fall at night, a half-hour after our guests depart. Shortly after, the gusher begins. Thank you, God!]

The clatter of capri shellls above the Project entry hails the stir in the air with the arrival of about 80 guests.

This is the first movie night where I'm not cooking. Della, who catered the last games night, prepares the meal. The helpers cook rice, make mayo eggs, cut fruit into yogurt cups, and set out serving pieces. Everyone seems happy with the food, though those young appetites could probably have eaten more. A few mention how they look forward to the regular menu. However, none seem disappointed as they're heaping their plates.

The movie is The Truman Show, which kicked off the craze for reality TV.  We've moved art off 3 walls to make large "screens." W, who is gifted in technology, also connects a big-screen TV.

Month after month, W struggled to get the tech working at the old place. The power would flicker or the dual projectors would not synchronize. "Here," W says, "it was a piece of cake once I figured out how to link the 3 projectors and the big-screen TV." (Haha, easy indeed. What a good thing that showing the movie doesn't depend on my skills.)

We ask regular attendees how they like the setup. "We like it because we can be in groups and see the movie together. It's easier for discussion, too."

The question for this movie? "Is it better to be happy or know the truth?" We have many thought-provoking conversations afterward, with most agreeing that the pursuit of truth is crucial to a fulfilling life.

Thursday

The dogs - ours and the neighbors' - are in full cry this morning. There's sunshine and wet pavement and a tiny breeze = all in all a glorious morning.

We eased a kitten away from our entry when we left for a walk, but it squeezed back under the gate.  When we get home, the dogs spot it walking around. They chase it as it snarls, hisses, and swipes at them. They persist until W screams the dogs off long enough to pick the cat up by its loose scruff. He drops it through the fence onto a platform a little lower down. The dogs start baying again as the cat tries to climb back to our place. Silly kitty. Not long for this life, if this keeps up.

We indulge in a slice of Pannetone and tea on the Porch. The vacuum fires up and floors are washed. Beanbags and pillows go back to storage. Furniture returns to its place. We didn't move as much heavy furniture as we used to at the old place, and left the rugs down instead of rolling them up. That makes restoration quicker and easier.

W and I send a video greeting and prayer to Mom in Canada. We are grateful for ways to stay in touch as her health declines. The sunshine falls across my desk as I get to work.

Read more:
* God, from the depths of the earth you will bring me up again. You will increase my honor and comfort me once again. Psalm 71:20-21

And [Jesus] said, “Young man, I say to you, rise!” The dead man sat up and began to speak, and Jesus gave him to his mother. Luke 7:14-15

* [Jesus said:] “Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or drink; or about your body, what you will wear. Is not life more than food, and the body more than clothes? 

Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they? Can any one of you by worrying add a single hour to your life? Matthew 6:25-26

Moravian Prayer: Risen Savior, we tremble when we ponder life’s end. Did you tremble in Gethsemane? Did you feel turmoil when you dreaded the cross? Enable us to grasp the promise of life everlasting when we feel the nearness of death. In Jesus’ name, we pray. Amen.

Chocolate cookies and sunshine

Friday, April 17, 2026

Another week speeds to the end. Our toes are dark where our sandals kick up dirt from the road. It's muggy. Isn't April the start of dry season? Maybe. Maybe not. The green green trees prove that they have plenty of moisture from late afternoon and night downpours. I enjoy a cookie handmade by Keelee.

After IbuSiti's here in the morning, we walk up the street to #MissBeeProvidore. I like that they keep changing the placement of their furniture. It's too hot here for a fireplace but the fake one, heaped with logs, reflects comfort.

Their pizza is excellent ($7). Egg seems to be a welcome addition to many dishes. I'm surprised to see it in the center of this mushroom pizza. I eat 2 pieces and take the rest home to share with W for supper.

Remember the guy perched 75' / 25m high in the Norfolk Island Pine?

He chops down one big branch after another - see the one falling to the right after he axes it? (See him just left of center?)

This morning, all the pines in the yard are gone. The logger must be a fast worker, unafraid of heights. The stand of Norfolk Island pines is replaced by sky.

IbuS bakes 6 banana breads with the bananas Veronica sent up yesterday. That empties the fridge of the 3 dozen eggs I purchased last week. "Each one takes 3-4 eggs," she explains. We send some banana loaves down the hill to V.

I'm still figuring out what I did wrong in cutting the chaise fabric. The Bernina waits for me to do the math. 

I jazz up yesterday's noodles for supper. Washing up, I slice my finger on an upturned knife in the sink. W's just sharpened the knives! I press hard to stop the bleeding and wrap a bandage around the finger.

We walk in the twilight, leaving 2 dogs behind. If someone comes into the yard uninvited, the dogs bark up a ruckus. Even Anton lets us know with his deep bark and a run at the person. The dogs are good guards. No stranger sneaks in night or day without loud warnings from the big dogs.

W notes that it's almost dark at 5:45, as winter approaches in the Southern Hemisphere. 

A Winnipeg relative posts a photo of the latest snow in her city. "Do you miss snow?" people regularly ask us, especially around Christmastime. Nope. Don't care if I never see another flake. Waking to summer each morning is God's gift to this oldster.

Saturday
W gets up earlier than I do. I call for him to dispose of the roach or scorpion in the corner. I can't make out what it is but drop a heavy storage box on it. He comes with a little broom and dustpan, just like he'd rescue me from creepy crawlers in the old place. We haven't seen a roach in the house and there haven't been scorpions for 2 months. Always a first time. He flicks the corpse into the dustpan. 

"Rosemee, it's your bandage." Oh yeah. I flicked that off and toward the garbage mid-night. Sigh. Forgot all about it. My aim's usually better. Anyway, thanks for saving my life, hon.

The dogs were groomed yesterday so they strut to show off. Anton attracts the most attention. People point, slow down their cars for a closer look, and little kids scream, "Lucu!" (cute!) at him. They're too frightened to pet him, despite our assurances that he's like a big sheep. (But don't come in the yard or he's all over you.) Looks like he'll stay black instead of turning silver like many black poodle puppies do.

While W finishes a morning study with a group of men, I buy rice, eggs, and a few spices. We're out of cinnamon? We brought back 2 big packs of Costco (Vietnamese) cinnamon last year. With baking for special events like Tanikota3, Christmas, and event nights, it's understandable that it's been used up.

Part of the salary "bump" for our helpers is 2 sacks of rice per month. We can't afford the same quality as before since the price has doubled. I WA 2 photos to PakG from the store: "Is one better than the other?" He says they're the same. The less expensive one is priced at what we paid last year for very fragrant rice.

I spend much of the morning cooking chilli, freezing most of it. While I'm in the mood, I might as well cook! W and I eat warmed-up pizza leftovers from Miss Bee for lunch. It's Tanikota3 day today = English classes for kids and moms. I ask the volunteers to show up a half-hour before classes start so we can test if they can set up and put things away when we travel.

In answer to our prayers, the sky is blue with clouds overhead. It's been gloomy and rainy nearly every day, but this weekend like the one before, God is shining on the children, their moms, and the volunteers at the Project. We are so grateful - knowing English boosts them toward better work and a more prosperous future for families.

More kids come than signed up. There are several classes and one for moms. Eka-in-charge buys snacks, signs them in, and makes sure all is tidy when they're done.

After everyone leaves, W sits on the side swing, accompanied by 3 big dogs. He claims not to be fond of dogs, but he is swarmed whenever he's around. The critters love him and also love that perch, from which they can view the gate and the length of the fences.

Sunday

The Porch is a relaxing place for breakfast, complete with Chinese jasmine tea in Turkish teacups and Italian pannetone on British china plates.

We enjoy worship and drop into #Homeground for lunch. The Taiwanese noodles are good, a deep brown broth that reminds me of the roast beef enjoyed at Uncle Erich and Auntie Molly's house when I was a youngster.

The bonus is a free chocolate soft-serve cone

I spot a 3" staghorn beetle on the street and W snaps a photo.

Monday

We'll host movie night this week, the first time it's been held in the Project. We know how to set up for game nights but this is different. W works on the tech setup. We'll adjust furniture placement after a few more movie nights. The first few trial runs demonstrate how the media, crowds, and the Project function. Della will cook so that I can focus on other prep.

PakG drives up to the garden nursery to pick up plants we purchased last week. The yardman and I set the plants in place. The dogs love having people over and watch curiously as planting proceeds. Hopefully, the afternoon rains will soak the soil so that the plants take hold. When I come out later, some of the plants are where we placed them. The others? not so much.

I pull the difficult 4/5ths-sewn cover over the chaise pillow. I somehow can't wrap my head around how it should come together. My brain keeps fritzing out over the L-shaped gusset. I've got it - then, "Whaaaat?" Gone.

Seeing it laid out: "Of course." There's nothing wrong with the measurements. I used to sew and quilt a lot, zipping through the geometry of piecing without effort. Ah well, done is done (with relief).

Guests will crowd onto the sofas. Indonesians like sitting closer than Europeans or N Americans do. W sets up an extra projector and tests the sound. By day's end it looks like we have a seating solution, too.

Before our evening walk, I fry rice and cabbage left from lunch, along with marinated chicken breasts. I stir mustard and yogurt together and call it a sauce. After cooking for a big family for 30 + years, I rarely am in the kitchen now. This tastes good! Then, out the door we go in the sunshine. Feels wonderful to move after a meal, doesn't it?

Read more:
* For the LORD your God is a devouring fire, a jealous God. Deuteronomy 4:24

* And the LORD said, “Is it right for you to be angry?” Jonah 4:4 (Click the link to read all 4 chapters of this reluctant prophet.)

* Sow righteousness for yourselves, reap the fruit of unfailing love, and break up your unplowed ground; for it is time to seek the Lord, until he comes and showers his righteousness on you. Hosea 10:12

* [Jesus said,] Be merciful, just as your Father is merciful. Luke 6:36

* Therefore, since we are receiving a kingdom that cannot be shaken, let us show gratitude, by which we may offer to God an acceptable worship with reverence and awe. Hebrews 12:28

Moravian Prayer: Lord, we confess that we often believe we are right and others are wrong. Have mercy on us as you do our foes, for we often need it more than they. We pray this in the name of our forgiver. 

Holy God, we do not fear the heat of your fire, for it is the source of your life in us. It is the power that makes us holy. Instead of fearing you, we thank you for your purifying presence. Abide with us always. Amen. 

Books, bananas, and a Bernina

Tuesday, April 14, 2026

We haven't had a breakfast date at #NaraPark for almost a month so we toddle over. I have my usual spicy noodles while W orders white bread buns heaped with palm sugar.

We enjoy coffee with friends mid-morning. The new cafe is always full. W and I agree that the company not the food must be the draw. Roadside, this flower cone has two new petals out today.

Titik drops off a gorgeous birthday orchid which finds its home on the Porch. I admire it as I work.

Meanwhile, W picks up a repaired vacuum cleaner downtown.  The church used our vacuum when we served there. Sweeping wasn't getting the hall clean. When we ended our term, many of our things found their way back to us, including the vacuum which was urgently needed at home.

WHEN W found the same model used online @$40 (reg. $275), he snapped it up. It's been in the shop for a few months. Repairs cost $3. (We are astonished. Yay.)  We donate the repaired one; it's ready to do its job.

We send a book over to Chandra. It was insightful when I edited it last autumn. I edit a friend's proposal and resume. You learn many things from reading what others research and write about. Lucky curious me!

The thunder is stunningly loud and close by. "Flash Bang!" The helpers jump but I remind them, "Isn't God powerful? How strong he is!" Yes, he has everything under control.

I play one song a day on the keyboard. I'm working my way through dozens of books of piano solos. (Who gave us those?) Gone are the days when I played for an orchestra and had volumes to practise each week. Now, playing is recreational and mostly by reflex. = Slip on headphones. Click on the keyboard. Sightread something new. Occasionally improvise. Click off = done for the day.

Wednesday
Waldemar's book is available today. Many have asked about it - click here to see more. And please leave an honest review if you read it! It's very helpful in making it available for others.

My first online meeting is at 5AM. At 8:30, PakG and I head to the plant nurseries in Lembang, the city to the north of ours. Up to now, we have only used plants from our previous place. Many transplants died because the crew left on more leaves than the rootballs could sustain. 

Seeing them shrivel in the hot sun and the leaves turn yellow, I asked the yardman about pruning it. 

There was a shrug: "They'll be okay." (Nope, the ones with abundant foliage died off.) I ponder planting a few prickly "crown of thorn" shrubs to keep the dogs from running through the flower beds.

We need color and texture to complete the garden. I draw 3 maps, one for each area of the Project's yard. Shade/sunshine/border/bed are sketched in. The yardman meets us at the nursery. I show him a gardening website's photo of multi-layered British flower borders. "This is what we're aiming for."

He helps choose plants that should thrive. I'm not entirely confident in most workers' gardening skills. Yardmen prune, cut grass, and water. Few know where best to grow something or the kind of fertilizer each plants needs.

Because "everything grows," there's little need to be specific. "A lot dies off but since there are so many plants, no one pays attention," is also true.

I ask the nursery about the rooted fragrant rose cuttings I handed over a few months ago. I figured if anyone could make them thrive, it should be a nursery. "Those have died," too. WHAT? Next time, I'll take care of them myself.

Local roses are without fragrance. A gardening friend explains, "The smell has been bred out of them. The old roses had many fragrances." What a shame. I still sniff every open rose, just in case I get a pleasant surprise. (Never yet.)

I pay for the plants we've chosen for the Project, asking the nursery to keep them until next week. PakG arranges to drive up on Monday to pick them up. The yardman will plant them the same day. 

The variety of tropical leaves is amazing. These "houseplants" in Seattle grow like crazy outside in the yards.

I'm home by 11 and haven't yet eaten. W and I decide to go to #Ethnic: I'm suddenly hungry for Nasi Oncom (flavored rice) and theirs is good. We are a half-block away when we're stopped by construction trucks and workers blocking the street. They are trimming trees and felling tall ones that began to lean in the storm 2 weeks ago.

Huge branches crash onto the street ahead. A man with a machete is chopping branches 75' (25 m) up the trunk. He is barely visible, climbing above every lopped-off limb. 

Can you see the branch he has just cut? It is starting to fall away from his perch.

We briefly consider another eatery but decide to loop around to our original destination. We order and chat, waiting for our food. Suddenly, I remember the calendar, full of appointments.

"Oh no! I have an online meeting at noon," I exclaim. I have 10 minutes to rush home through the village alley, set up the computer, and log in. It's an important conversation and offers new information we need.

W brings my meal home as takeaway. I'm hungry by 1:30PM and devour as much as I can. He finishes the rest for me.

The dogs come running for a late afternoon walk. Though the sky glowers and the thunder rolls, we make it home without a drop of rain. There's one last evening meeting online. I'm ready to sleep when I hang up.

Thursday
We haven't hiked the mountains in a long time. There's no hike posted for the day but we can't go anyway. The dog groomers and the construction crew are expected. The crew is a no-show. I send a photo of the kitchen sink. It definitely needs grout or calk. It's a pain to keep clean.

Our neighborhood walk is early and a mere 4000 steps/2 miles. At the end of every rainy season, cicadas keep a steady hum with their wings. After mating, you find them lying dead. This one landed on the road.

The ceramics from Jogja arrived earlier this week. The delivery fee from mid-island is $5 for a huge vase, a lamp, and an 18"/45 cm plate. W and I divide labor. I worked hard to pick out the pieces. He he unboxes the items. I set the lamp on a table and plug it in.  The company tossesdin a little lampshade and a plate hanger.

W gets a ladder, a drill, a few other tools, and hammers a nail into the concrete wall to hang the plate. 

Miniature Jenggala pitchers from Bali sit on the kitchen windowsill. Plants are rooting in them, along with gardenias from the garden. Smells good in the evening.

I'm in the mood for breakfast crepes. I show IbuA how to make them, using two little saucepans simultaneously. When we have a crowd, three or four 7"(15cm) saucepans are bubbling at once.

To start, we pour melted butter and coconut oil into one pan and swirl, tipping excess fat into the next pan/s, and finally back into a glass measuring cup. The warm fat is used for the next round.

After greasing the pan/s, the first saucepan is hot enough to fry a few tablespoons of batter. We tilt the pan to cover the base. By the time we get to each pan, the first crepe is ready to be upended onto the serving plate. It's quick and easy; crepes cook only on one side. (Recipe below.)

The clouds are so low that the next mountain ridge is almost invisible. A peek of sunshine shines between the clouds in the morning but most of the day is overcast. Just as the helpers get set to leave, the heavens open and water gushes down. Either they took shelter or they were soaked within seconds.

There's a 12"/30cm rip in the chaise cover after sitting outside for a few years. I cut out the new chaise cover but lose focus and cut one side 6"/15cm too short. Ugh. What a difference between this and look-think-zoooooom-iron-done, the way I sewed in my 20s-50s . I think about measurements longer and make mistakes because I rarely sew.

W plugs in an electric adaptor to accommodate the 930 Bernina that's still chugging along after 40 years in Canada, the USA, and Indonesia. The amateur cutting mistakes take a long time to patch. At least I can still figure out how to repair things! I note the size of the piece I have to attach but leave it for tomorrow. I will sigh with relief when it's done!

Veronica sends over bananas for the next round of banana bread. That's tomorrow's job as well.

Read more:

* David said to the Lord, “I have sinned greatly in what I have done. But now, O Lord, I pray you, take away the guilt of your servant.” 2 Samuel 24:10

* Indeed, the LORD our God is right in all that he has done. Daniel 9:14

* Was it not necessary that the Messiah should suffer these things and then enter into his glory? Luke 24:26

* If we confess our sins, he who is faithful and just will forgive us our sins and cleanse us from all unrighteousness. 1 John 1:9

Moravian Prayer: Merciful Savior, sometimes we see nothing but spiritual failure when we look in a mirror, while you see in us a humble, open heart. You suffered for us on the cross, loving Christ. Your love for us is incomprehensible. At other times, we see righteousness in our souls while you find nothing but self-delusion.

How do we say thank you for this? Patiently guide us into humble repentance. We live a life worthy of being called children and heirs of God. We live a life of love. We offer our heartfelt thanks. Amen.

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EASY RECIPE for Basic Crepes:

INGREDIENTS

• DRY: Mix together 1 part flour, 1/2 tsp salt, 1 tsp baking powder, and 1 T sugar. (Skip the sugar if the filling is savory.)
• WET: Separately, beat together 1 1/2 parts milk, 1-2 eggs, 1 tsp vanilla, and 1 T oil, melted butter, or bacon fat.
• COMBINE: wet and dry ingredients in a bowl, whisking until just combined. Let it sit while the saucepan/s heat up.

COOK:

• Swirl fat (mix butter and oil, or use bacon fat) in the saucepan/s. Dump the excess into a small glass container. 
• Pour 2-3 T batter into one side of the pan, tilting to cover the base with a thin layer of batter. (If you have major holes, add a few drops of batter into them. Keep the crepes thin!)
• When the crepe looks dry on top, lift one side with a spatula before turning the pan upside down over a serving plate to remove the crepe.
• Repeat, stacking the crepes on top of each other until all the batter is used.

SERVE: fill with savory or sweet fillings. (We put a streak of 1 tsp marmelade or jam along the middle of a crepe, topping it with a thin ribbon of whipping cream.) Roll it up and enjoy it!

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