Something that sounds, like, totally profound.

Saturday, May 10, 2025

 5 May 2025

Today was for the birds. No, really. We went to look for birds. Sylvia's place is near a city park that attracts birds and frogs. The frogs aren't all that interesting and the water isn't all that clear, so birds it is. We saw a bunch of red wing blackbirds (pretty, but flighty) a cormorant (interesting, but it spent a lot of time underwater), and a heron (showed up late and annoyed the heck out of the red wing blackbirds; the cormorant didn't seem to care).






We then drove to a farm to look at more birds. More herons, another cormorant, and and some canadian geese with their kids.


 


But for some reason, what really struck me was an old gate, put up sometime in the 50s, I would guess. 

Yeah, weird. For some reason it hit some melancholy chord in me. I remember these gates from my youth, but I didn't think that this one would resonate with me like it did. I suppose I should have frolicked through it a few times to relive my childhood, but I just took this picture instead. 

We had lunch at a Mexican restaurant, reminisced with Sylvia about our time in Italy, had nachos at the church, and finished by matching movie quotes to unfortunate photos. It was a pretty good day.

Okay, about Sylvia. When I was in the mission office in Catania, Sylvia Martindale came to the mission. I forwarded a few letters to her in Syracusa that came to the office. Years later I found out that Judy had been writing to her at that time and I remember some wheat stems next to someone's return address for some reason. Just a strange coincidence that brings us together.

Tripping through Colorado

 Friday, May 9.

I'm trying this out as a way to share our trip. Probably should have thought of it for Puerto Rico, but, you know. The plus for this trip is that I have access to a computer to make composition easier.

We typically would go through Price down to I-70 into Denver, but I'm tired of that drive. Yes, Spanish Fork Canyon is beautiful, but after Price it gets a bit more dismal. I needed a change. So, we went through Vernal. I've got to say, it was pretty nice. It might have something to do with the time of year. Come August, it might be all brown, but in mid spring it's rather green (by Utah standards). 

Vernal also had a surprise for us. As we got to the middle of town, Judy started noticing people along the side of the road and insisted that there must be a parade happening sometime. We got stopped by a police barracade, and then fire trucks pulled onto the road, followed by people marching down the street, and more fire trucks and things. No floats. No bands. It was a parade for the Special Olympics participants,




 

 

 

 

 

 

We sat in our car in the Eastbound lane while they passed by in the Westbound lane. After 15 minutes they had all passed by and we were on our way again. Oh, and they didn't throw candy, which was disappointing. But they did get excited when I waved to them.

Here are a couple of pictures from the rest of our trip. I loved northwest Colorado. Lonely and beautiful. And later, on our way over the pass, there was still snow in the mountains.


Thursday, November 22, 2012

Pictures for the calendar

I’ve decided that I need to get on the ball and get our pictures to Grandpa for the calendar.

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Sunday, September 23, 2012

More Lia videos

Curse you shiny glare! A decent part of the days leading up to the wedding were spent looking for a good, fair-sized monitor for showcasing our daughter and son-in-law in slides. We ended up using our old television (I think Urg carved it out of granite right after he finished his prototype for the wheel; feels like it, anyway). After we got it set up it was clear that it wasn’t clear; everything was obscured by the reflection of the beautiful flowers in the garden. It’s hard to curse the flowers so I’ll curse the light. Anyway, I’ve included the slideshows below for your entertainment.
Kyle and Lia from birth to ‘tween years


Kyle and Lia from their ‘tween years to couple-hood.


And a bonus clip just for fun.

Friday, September 21, 2012

Engagement photos

As you can guess, things have been a bit crazy around here lately. Right now, my eyes are spinning counter-clockwise while Judy’s are spinning clockwise, which means that we can still look deeply into each other’s correspondingly spinny eyes and say: “Why did we have kids?”

But as I was looking back through our family pictures to harvest photos for Lia’s slideshow, I remembered. And for those of you who can’t be there, or who want a sneak peak, here is one that I put together from the engagement photos that Rob took (isn’t he great?).

Saturday, March 31, 2012

The secret life of rocks

Last summer we finally made some changes at our house. As you probably have observed (as I’m sure our neighbors have), I don’t really enjoy yard work. It’s not that I don’t like being outside or that I don’t particularly like physical labor (okay, maybe that has something to do with it), it has more to do with inertia and the fear of getting into a project and ending up over my head. I’ve found that if I start thinking my way through the steps that it doesn’t seem so bad and I might, but by then I’ve thought myself into a nap (and that feels so much nicer and I don’t need a shower afterward).
Anyway, Judy started insisting that we make some changes with the landscape in front of our house. We thought it over, made some drawings, and looked at options. We decided on enhancing the current grass motif with a rock garden/desert motif. Just as I was settling down into going-over-the-steps mode, Judy said, “Well, let’s go.” She obviously didn’t understand that I was still processing the steps; she was ready to get the rocks and I hadn’t even closed my eyes yet. Forty-five minutes later we were wallowing down I-15 in Dad’s truck (he likes cool cars, but I don’t think he ever envisioned his truck as a low-rider, and fortunately he wasn’t around to witness it). By the end of the day, we had a layer of rocks snaking up the side of our front stairs, taking care of that patch in the front yard that would always brown in the summer.
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So, here you see our rocks; stream bed leading from the down spout; drought-tolerant, native plants; and rustic, period lamp post. Now Judy’s only concern was that the neighborhood kids would walk off with all of our pretty rocks. Yeah, right. As if.
Well, our rocks haven’t exactly walked off, but it does appear that they have walked. Now, I’ve studied biology and seriously don’t remember rocks being classified with a genus and family. Hindus, I’m pretty sure, don’t lay awake at night worrying about returning as a chunk of granite in some ornamental garden. But these rocks move! I’m constantly returning rocks of all sizes from their excursions into the gutter or onto the lawn, although that doesn’t surprise me too much. But I took literally minutes positioning larger rocks carefully selected random spots, only to have them change places with other rocks.
One day, I caught them in the act. The beauty of our front window is not that we have an unfettered and superior view of our neighbor’s front window, it’s that we can view nature as it happens naturally around us without having to go outside. I was thus observing one morning (probably just starting through the steps of the next big project I needed to avoid) when two neighbor girls, around 3 or 4 years old, wandered into our yard and right up ONTO our newly planted rocks! They proceeded to consider my streambed and random accent stones. They would pick one up, examine it from all angles, and then carefully place it down somewhere else, as though tucking it into its rightful bed. They then started rearranging my streambed, as though they knew better what a randomly placed, naturally occurring streambed should look like.
I know the proper technique for discouraging cats and dogs from decoration my lawn (and through years of experience have learned to do it without breaking windows), but I don’t think that it’s the same technique to use on little girls. “Scat!” doesn’t seem appropriate, somehow. So I let them continue with their rearrangement, knowing that I could remedy their amateur arrangements later when they weren’t looking. Judy is a bit wiser, however, and fell upon the perfect plan: she committed the girls to police the rock garden and prevent other girls from messing with it.
Still, my rocks wander daily. I wonder if they dream.

Sunday, May 8, 2011

The tornado in Tuscaloosa

Back when Judy and I were first married, the Gulf War broke out (it had nothing to do with our marriage, I think). CNN was still new and all of the networks wanted to make sure that they weren’t scooped, so they each were showing around the clock coverage. Although we stayed up until 2 AM watching the reports, we weren’t any more informed than we would have been reading the paper in the morning. In fact, most of the reports presented were speculative and premature. The storylines were still playing out and needed more complete vetting and composition before it would be ready. I would have been better off sleeping.

The nature of breaking news was brought home Wednesday night when Judy’s brother Darrell called and asked if we had been following the reports of the tornado that had gone through Tuscaloosa. Judy has family (her mother and sister) and friends in the area and so we were instantly concerned. Judy tried calling her mom (Marilyn) several times but didn’t get an answer, so we were instantly concerned and turned to the news. (For those of you unwilling to read this long post, Marilyn and James her husband are fine.)

The media has changed a lot since the early 90s, and so have we. Now, instead of turning to the TV (ours isn’t even connected) we turned to the Internet. 20 years ago, we would have to rely on whatever news the major networks would provide. Because of the locale, the size of the storm, and number of tornadoes, the news was broad and didn’t give the detail that we wanted. So we ended up filtering our own news from smaller sources; one of the best was a University of Alabama sports message board. The drawback is finding those smaller sources in the first place and then filtering their content for something useful.

We got the news from Darrell round 9:00, five or 6 hours after the tornado had gone through. Because we couldn’t reach anybody in Tuscaloosa, we relied on the reports of which areas were affected. The sports board focused on landmarks important to Alabama alumni. First and foremost: the tornado went close to the stadium, but there was no damage (communal sigh of relief)! Next, Taco Casa, Krispy Kreme, and some barbecue place were completely destroyed. 15th street was a shambles. The tornado destroyed part of the mall. Most of the student housing was fine. What that meant to us was that the tornado’s path was close to Judy’s mom’s house, but we didn’t know how close. If the tornado followed 15th street, she would probably not be affected. Some reports implied that it followed 15th out of town, so we were hopeful. It was now getting past 10:00 pm.

Tuscaloosa News apparently had photographers and reporters on the scene soon after the tornado had left the area. We looked through the pictures and were amazed at the destruction from the storm. In one picture we saw a beat-up street sign and looked up the intersection on Google maps. It was south of campus, well away from Marilyn’s house. Krispy Kreme and the other businesses, however, were somewhat closer. We kept going through photos and found a few more landmarks that we couldn’t identify, then we found another damaged street sign: University Avenue. Marilyn’s house is between 15th and University. Our hearts sunk a little.

All through this, Judy continued to try to get in contact with her mother with no success. She did finally contact a friend of hers who lives in Northport, just across the river from Tuscaloosa. It was late, however, and she couldn’t do much for us. We also understood that electricity and phone were out in most of the city and many cell towers were also affected.

Finally we started calling hospitals in the area. Considering the HIPAA laws, I thought they were very cooperative, but they didn’t have any record Marilyn or James; they might not have been entered into the computer and we should call back in the morning. The police station didn’t answer the phone.

Now we were desperate for information, but there just wasn’t any more to be found, so Judy suggested that we start mapping out the places we could identify. We printed out a map from Google and started marking the places we could identify from the pictures in the Tuscaloosa news. We marked Forest Lake, Krispy Kreme, Big Lots, Hobby Lobby, and Druid City Hospital. Each place was closer to Marilyn’s house. Then we saw a sign for a Physical Therapy office and looked it up: less than half a mile from her house. Another street sign was in the same area. By that time it was 1:00 am and we were out of leads. We couldn’t reach Marilyn and there was nothing more we could do, so we went to bed.

In the morning, we did our best to get the kids off to school and I went to work. Judy was immediately on the Internet and the phone trying to contact her mother and answering questions from family and friends. Her friend, Jan called and let her know that they would go to the house and see how it was. Still no word from Marilyn.

I went to work, but spent my time searching the Internet to see if there was anything new. I finally found a video of a flyover of the area. The first time through I didn’t recognize any landmarks until Forest Lake. When it came up, I realized that Marilyn’s area would be at the beginning of the video. I went back to the beginning and noticed a plaza that should be identifiable on a map. I looked it up on Google and found the location. I continued with that until I could predict where I might see her house. I went back and forth a few times until I saw it about a minute into the video. It was grainy and pixelated, but it was definitely the location I was looking for. I took a screen shot of it and sent it to Judy.

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I called Judy. She opened the email and opened the image. As you can tell, it’s not very good quality. The house is highlighted in the red box. Apparently, the tornado went almost directly over the house. Judy broke down, and I realized that she would probably need me at home. I wasn’t going to get anything done at work anyway, so I left.

It takes me about 10 minutes to drive home from work. When I walked in the front door, Judy was on the phone and crying, but not because she was sad. Jan’s husband had located the house and didn’t have much hope because of how it looked. A policeman was in the area and asked if the house was his. LeGrand told him whose it was and the officer looked them up on a database and found them. He was able to contact them and they were safe. LeGrand told Judy that they had gotten out before the storm and found safety at a shelter.

As I said at the beginning, news continues to change as it is still fresh. We didn’t get the story from Marilyn until later that day, and it didn’t match what we were initially told. Here’s the email that Judy sent out to here family:

Dear family,
I'm afraid I gave out some misinformation earlier because I was trying to fit pieces together with limited information.
Okay, so I finally got to talk with Mom for more than a minute. Evidently when Jan went to get Mom she just stayed there with her where her house had been, helping her see what was left. Here's what I understood from mom:
Mom (Grandma, Aunt Marilyn) came home Wednesday afternoon very tired. She went to sleep and the phone kept ringing and she kept lifting it up and hanging it up because she was tired. Finally she answered it and it was someone from DCH taking a survey. She hung it up and went to talk to James. As she entered the room the storm hit. James was lifted up in his chair as the house started to twist and the windows started cracking and Mom went face down on the floor and "lumber" started to cover her up.  As the room twisted James fell out of the chair (which was a few feet in the air) and it fell on top of him. He said "where are you?" Mom said "get this lumber off of me".

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James pulling boards off of her. Their house was gone, except for the bathroom and part of the back room. "If I'da stayed in my bedroom I'd been dead!" she told me. Their shed and carport were gone. Nearly everything around them was leveled and she could see a long ways because the buildings were down. The windows were blown out of their truck, the tires were flat and it was pinned in by fallen trees. The car was upside down.
The man across the street took mom by the arm and said "come on we gotta go" and they were taken to the basement of the Methodist church across the street. There they met some people who drove them around in their vehicle with no windows until they found a place to sleep. They were turned away from two places but the third gave them and the people driving them each a room. The power was out at all the hotels but the Hilton took them in. They were given BBQ to eat and plenty of water and juice. Also, the people who brought them gave them a loaf of bread a big package of  wieners to eat on the way to the room.  They were allowed to sleep there for free last night, but have to pay tonight.

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James has some cuts on his head and mom has a black place on her leg but nothing is broken. Her hand is bruised up. She hasn't talked to the insurance companies yet but plans to tomorrow with Ellen (who is on her way there right now with Amy and Mathew).

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Of course Mom has already made some good friends there at the Hilton. They're here from Jackson, Mississippi. They've been really helpful providing rides form Mom and James.
Hope this clears things up a bit.

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The attached pictures are courtesy of my dear friend, Jan Hutchison, who sent them to me on facebook. Jan, her husband LeGrand, her son Garrett, his wife Rhada, and their friend Will Johnson were a big help to mom and James today.

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