Rest in Peace Rusty

Good Chocolate (Christmas 2014)

Christmas should be like eating good chocolate. You savor it, letting it roll around in your mouth a little so you can taste each layer of flavor. You don't gobble it all in one bite! -Misha 

A little humorous, but so true, isn't it? Even with sleeping in as late as possible (9 a.m.), I still felt like the morning passed too quickly. "Can't we linger over breakfast a little and open stockings?" I asked, recalling fond memories of the four of us sitting around the table with the mandatory Christmas breakfast casserole (quiche maybe?) taking painfully long to get through the stockings and on to the true Christmas finale: the presents. This year, the tables were turned as I was the one my parents were waiting on, not the other way around.

Tea at hand and a half-eaten bagel, we began the unceremonious unwrapping of gifts. Cameron got some really exciting ones this year--including a fancy acoustic-electric ukulele (and many accessories), a Ghostbusters lego set, and a number of other interesting and eclectic gifts. I, for one, gave him a hand-made squid hat (post pending) which he was very impressed with. :D Over the years, I've noticed that the gifts tend to come in themes--one year might be clothing, or journals (several years of journals!), another year books. Cam's theme was definitely all about the ukulele. For me, I'm pleased to report that it was a year of French everything. Mom gave me my own copy of Julia Child's The Art of French Cooking and a macaroon baking set, while Bruce and Stacey gave me a beautiful Parisian journal with water color pictures scattered throughout. I also got several books which I am excited to read! Jake gave me my very own pair of Toms (which I would never buy for myself!) and an amazing atlas-printed cork board for my wall. I'll be hanging it up above my desk as soon as I can find an appropriate frame for it. And he was very surprised by the skateboard I got him. (Post pending on that as well.).

We passed the day relatively quietly as a small family plus 3 (Bruce, Stacey, and Jake), playing Mexican Train (and shouting "Doubles!") and eating excellent food. Before we knew it, it was already 10:30 p.m.! It was a good day, but I wish it had lingered with us a little while longer, like the taste of good chocolate.

 

Interacting with Iraqis

LtoR: Me, D, and L.

Strange smells wafted from the pot-luck buffet of hot plates arranged across the counter. Peppers and tomato sauce and sweet fruits and foreign combinations of seasonings. At the end of the line are the sweets. Some kind of nut--like a large almond coated in a sweet outer layer with little... bumps? horns? Beside the almonds is a bowl of small round balls. They crunch into a fine powder between my teeth like cocoa pebbles, but not as sweet and only the barest hint of chocolate. I load a few more dolmas on my plate and head for the living room.

Their language is melodic and beautiful and unlike anything I've ever heard. They correct me when I try to pronounce their names the right way. After four times or so, they say, "You can just call me Rana. It's easier that way." I feel bad that I cannot pronounce the hidden syllables or even remember the easier English-ified versions of their names by the end of the night. But there is only one of me, and so many more of them. "You'll get it with time." my mentor Sandi reassured me. Most of them have lived in America that they speak English well enough--especially the children in school--but they still turn to one another from time to time and speak in their own private tongue.

This semester, I've been branching way far out of my comfort zone in more ways than one! Sandi and her husband Tom invited me over to their house to meet their Muslim friends from Iraq. Not knowing what to expect, I went. And I went a second time, and a third time. Their group is called "People of Peace" (or POP) and they try to meet a couple times a month. They've been building bridges with these Iraqi refugees for over five years and the families are all very close.

Every time I hang out with them, it's different. At my first meeting, everyone recited poetry (some original some not) and even the children participated. The next meeting was held at a different location and a few others I hadn't met showed up. A girl named Nora (??) told me about a Chinese folk tale she was reading at school and we talked about peacemakers in the past. On the day after Thanksgiving, we held our own Thanksgiving to welcome a new Iraqi family to America. I tried my hardest to learn all seven of the children's names, but now I can only remember three! Maybe it'll stick the next time I see them. They don't speak as much English so one of our friends translated. We'll hear their story, bit by bit, just like the others before I came. But for now, I guess I'll have to learn some Arabic or just try to transcend the barrier with the language that everyone understands: a smile.

An Attitude of Grattitude

Things I am Thankful For:

• the week off from school
• Christmas carols
• cool weather and warm kitchens
• time to read books
• new and old friendships

A rare non-blurry picture of Cameron!

I'll confess that I was not very Thankful this thanksgiving. To be even more honest, I didn't even think about the things I was grateful for. I'm not sure why I was such a rain cloud on the most thankful day of the year so I won't even attempt to explain it. I was so ashamed of my bratty attitude that I don't even mention it when people ask me how my Thanksgiving was. "It was good!" I chirp instead.

And it was. I have no right to complain. I helped my parents around the kitchen and watched snippets of the Thanksgiving parade whenever Cameron called me into the other room. The weather was warm and I decorated the tables. As usual, we invited a bunch of friends over from church and pot-lucked the traditional evening meal. Apart from my gloomy, selfish disposition, it was a lovely day. I can only hope to redeem myself next year with a better attitude.

Road Trip Itinerary

"Bisti Badlands" via RoadTrippers.com

I ambled up the driveway slightly more deflated than I'd been when I left the house earlier. I'd just gotten off the phone with Melissa, who had to back out of our girl's road trip we'd been planning all summer. "College is just coming up really fast," she said, "and there are a lot of extra expenses we weren't anticipating." As I went through the rest of my day, a grey cloud hung over me and I wallowed in my disappointment. "Maybe I'll just go up to the Grand Canyon or something." I said for the third time that day.

"Misha, there's a lot more to see in Arizona, than just the Grand Canyon." Cameron grew exasperated with me and pulled up Google. Fingers flying across the keyboard, he typed in various attractions across all Arizona and New Mexico and announced them (even the boring middle-of-nowhere ones) in his big, cheesy voice. Roused from my depressed mood I suggested he look up the Bisti Wilderness. "Me and Melissa wanted to go there, but we couldn't figure out how. It's too out of the way to do it on the way up to Grandma's house and too far to make a day trip from here..." 

As the search engine pulled up photos, Cam's jaw dropped, "It looks like an alien landscape from Star Wars!!" A little search on mapquest informed us that the Bisti Badlands were only 2 hours away from Grandma's house! We could easily make a day-trip out of that! Our unspoken agreement was sealed: we were going on a road trip together instead!

Besides the Bisti Badlands, we also hope to:

• Hike the Animas River trail through Durango
• Visit Fuzziwig's Candy shop (Cam's idea)
• Stop by the Grand Canyon on the way home.

My goal for the trip is to practice my travel-photography with Dad's fancy camera! Hopefully, I will be able to blog them as we go, but I'm sure the shots will get onto the blog eventually! I'm so excited!

Heavy Decisions

It is with great sadness, that I announce the passing of our dog Pat this week. We made the decision to put him down after five long years of love and companionship with our adopted diabetic. He had many health issues (diabetes, kidney disease, eye cataracts etc etc) and it was his time to go. In the end, we think he had a stroke or suffered some neurological damage (from head-butting the back door open too many times?) causing him to lose feeling and control over one of his back legs. In his last week, he limped around the house a lot, but we continued to shower him with love the whole way through. We thought it was kindest to let him go sooner rather than waiting until later when he was suffering and in pain. You were an awesome first dog, Pat. We love you!