When it Rains, it Pours

It is raining in Southern California, folks.  It’s windy and rainy, trees are buckling and flooding is a very real danger in many areas.  The Oroville Dam has been on national news, and thanks to my now-obsessive urge to listen to NPR during my commute I learned a lot about the structural concerns of the dam and the catastrophic potential for loss of life if the spillway fails.  Scary stuff.  Here’s today’s weather report for my  neck of California, which thankfully, is far away from Oroville Dam.

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Remember when I shared about my love of learning?  NPR has truly broadened my horizons.  I’ve never been that interested in politics; of course, I’d educate myself enough to make informed voting choices but not until Donald Trump’s stunning (and very disturbing, in my opinion) victory did I ever feel the need to dive deeper into it.  Now, in an effort to understand what in the hell happened, I’m listening to lots of NPR and actually learning about many other interesting things, such as the story behind American artist Andrew Wyeth’s famous painting, Christina’s World.

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I learned about James Baldwin, the subject of the Oscar-nominated documentary film, I Am Not Your Negro.  During my 30 minute commute I learned about his spiritual upbringing and his time as a “boy preacher” and the crisis of spirit he experienced.  I definitely want to know more.

It seems that everywhere you turn these days, politics is in your face whether you want to deal with it or not.  For the most part I do not share my political views on Facebook because, WHY.  I learned about fake news (and it’s not Trump’s definition) from NPR too, which is a real thing and Facebook is full of it. When you see the link to an article that just seems wrong–such as Garth and Tricia’s divorce settlement–and with innocent interest you click it, you helped fund fake news.  Don’t fund and circulate this crap, people!  I for one vow to keep Facebook fluffy and fun by posting cute pictures of my grandkids or delicious dinners at home.  Here’s our Valentine’s Day feast:

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I finally finished the Marketing Management course earning a solid A.  I was given the option to take a challenge exam for the Organizational Behavior course, due to my psychology background and experiential credit because of my work responsibilities.  I’m confident I did well  on that exam too.  While reviewing the text and specifically, a section about the importance of listening, an ironic and funny (to me) example of a notoriously poor listener was included:

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Oh dear.  Who could have imagined the stone-cold mess we’d find ourselves in, circa 2017. “And that’s all I got to say ’bout that” (said in my best Forrest Gump voice).

I am awaiting my next Stitch Fix box with great anticipation.  I gave my stylist free rein to surprise me this month and can’t wait to see what she comes up with.  For my last fix I requested work clothes and received an amazing jacket, black slacks, a beautiful royal blue blouse, and a pencil skirt–all pieces fit perfectly, all pieces fit the criteria of stylish without being too youthful or trying too hard, and most importantly, all pieces would not have been found in stores where I live. Here is a picture of the skirt and jacket which I only share so you can note how cute and stylish and still age-appropriate this outfit is (pay NO attention to the old lady holding the iPhone).

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My disclaimer:  This picture is poor-quality and I am NOT a model and it feels very awkward to take pictures of myself and I can’t promise I’ll ever do it again, but I took this one in my hotel room in Sacramento at the beginning of this  month while on a business trip.

You too can hire a Stitch Fix stylist!  You can certainly Google Stitch Fix and sign up on your own, but if you email me (linabickel@gmail.com)  I can refer you directly which gives me a $25 credit toward my next fix.

My plans for this rainy Saturday include working on week one homework for my current Bible study, which is Beth Moore’s newest offering, a study of 2 Timothy entitled Entrusted.  Grocery shopping is also on my agenda, as is catching up on the latest episode of The Blacklist.  Tom works today so I’ll figure out something warm and comforting to prepare for dinner (and maybe I’ll post a picture to Instagram and Facebook, who knows?).  It’s all exciting, I know.  I hope your Saturday is just as riveting as mine.

Finally, I leave you with this.  Everyone needs a  laughing baby in their life.  This one is ours.

Wishing you a blessed day,

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Stormy Sunday Musings

Living where we do, basically on the Central Coast of California, we just don’t get much in the way of exciting weather and because we live pretty  much  on the most sticking-out-in-the-Pacific-ocean part of California, what actually happens, weather-wise, is usually different than what is forecast on the news.

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Tom monitors the weather using a couple of different weather radar apps on his phone and honestly, he’s better at predicting what’s coming than KSBY news (their app is his favorite).  Perhaps this is because he focuses most heavily on our particular area of the Central Coast, though he also monitors the weather is several other places where we have loved ones, on the Monterey Peninsula, in Twentynine Palms, and  of course, Eugene, Oregon; he keeps them informed of their local weather, whether they want to know or not.

His fascination with weather is a harmless hobby (obsession?) and I always check with him when deciding what to wear to work but what I do not enjoy is when he interrupts what I’m doing to make me watch the latest band of yellow with pockets of red moving into our area via weather radar. The other thing he enjoys is videos that have gone viral and he insists on trying to share these with me even though I tell him that animals doing weird stuff or people making asses of themselves just doesn’t do it for me.  I mean come on, I don’t make him look at cute outfits on Pinterest or share obnoxious and/or thought-provoking political tweets with him, though maybe if I did he’d get it.  I also don’t make him work on puzzles with me because after almost four decades together I am totally okay with us having different interests.

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This puzzle was my attempt to stay up past 10 PM last night.  It didn’t work because it was a really fun, fast-moving one and I was done by 8:15.  We then watched Friday night’s DVR’d Tonight Show, enjoyed a glass of Apothic Inferno and it was over for me.

On a serious and sad note, I have to share that yesterday our youngest daughter’s elderly Boston Terrier had to be put down. Duji was Amy’s faithful companion for nine years, preceding her husband though he won Duji’s devotion as well. He was a wonderful little guy, ever patient with children and easily adjusting to other animals.  I like to think that our two dogs in heaven, Shelby (below) and Bella (who just left us on 1/2/17), greeted him when he arrived.  Our hearts broke a little more yesterday, losing this precious family member.

So the rain is coming down and the wind is blowing.  Tri-tip chili is simmering in the crock pot and homemade cornbread baked in a cast iron skillet is on the menu to go with it. We’ve got Sunday Morning and Saturday Night Live in the DVR queue and I’ve got a closet full of puzzles to choose from.  It’s a peaceful, stormy Sunday around here.

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Lifelong Learning

I am energized by learning new things and this has been true about me as long as I can remember.  When I was old enough to walk by myself to our public library I found a whole world opened up to me, where I could find a book on any topic that interested me and teach myself something new.  I liked (and still like) fiction but my favorite books have always been instructional.  Every week or so I’d check out the maximum limit of 10 books, usually one or two fiction books, a memoir or biography of someone I wanted to know more about, and an armload of books about something I wanted to learn to do.  Through books I taught myself basic ballet poses and moves, yoga, sign language, make up techniques, hair styles, home decorating, how to crochet, knit, macrame, embroider, and quilt, astrology charting, handwriting analysis, shorthand, cooking, poetry writing, many other creative pursuits such as dish gardening, drawing and painting.  Some of these skills I have mastered and some proved to be passing fancies.  I’ve just always believed that I could learn to do anything, given a set of instructions to follow.

The Internet, to me, is the richest and most vast library beyond what my childhood brain could have ever comprehended.  Knowledge is literally at our fingertips.  I was just this morning watching my DVR recording of this week’s episode of The Blacklist and pondering what to make for dinner, given today’s forecast of stormy weather.  In one scene Reddington, while in a restaurant, comments about the exquisite flavors of the Cheeseburger Chowder he is enjoying.  Instantly, my phone is in my hand and I’m googling a recipe for Cheeseburger Chowder because that sounds just like something my husband would enjoy.  Google delivered with a multitude of recipes to choose from.  Dinner dilemma solved thanks to knowledge at my fingertips.

Later in my life, sparked by a brutal season of trial and tribulation, I became an avid student of the Bible and this passion continues today. Hebrews 4:12 says:  For the word of God is living and active, sharper than any two-edged sword, piercing to the division of soul and of spirit, of joints and of marrow, and discerning the thoughts and intentions of the heart.  I have learned more about  myself, others, spirituality, and the mysteries of this world through Bible study.  I have found that at different times of my life, scripture I’ve read over and over will suddenly be illuminated for me, speaking into circumstances I’m experiencing or questions I’m pondering.  My Bible is full of little notes, highlights and under linings. Someday when I am gone, I hope those I leave behind will open my Bible to find comfort and will be surprised to learn something new about what mattered to me.

Currently I am working on my master’s degree in Organizational Leadership.  I am just beginning  my third (of 13) courses, this one in Marketing Management.  I must say, two chapters in and I’m realizing that in my vast array of interests, marketing concepts has not been knowledge I’ve sought out beyond the normal consumer experience.  Perhaps my lack of interest is tied to my shopping aversion?  In any case, of all of my  master’s program topics, this one is the most foreign to me and likely to be most challenging.  Most of the other courses are familiar given my educational background in psychology and my 24 year career in social services of which the last three have been in management.  But I’m on board to learn.

Today I’m spending a stormy day in with this little miss.  As I finish this blog post this is what she’s up to.  I do believe I’m seeing the beginning of her lifelong love of learning.  May it be so!

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Just Another Thursday

So far, 2017 has been a little disappointing.  I realize we are only five days in and I’m not prone to depression, so it’s going to be okay.  I’m just saying, 2017 needs to step it up.  This verse in Ecclesiastes sort of sums it up for me today:

What has been is what will be, and what has been done is what will be done, and there is nothing new under the sun.  Ecclesiastes 1:9 ESV

However yesterday, our Oregon family experienced something new: SNOW!  This is Braydon outside their door on the golf course. Something about his little frame in green and red against the pure white of the snow and his wonder at seeing the snow-laden tree just settles my heart in peace and assures me that there might be nothing new under the sun, but new experiences await us all.

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This picture reminds me of another favorite passage of scripture.

Purge me with hyssop, and I shall be clean; wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow. Let me hear joy and gladness; let the bones you have broken rejoice.  Psalm 51:7-8 ESV

Here in California we are getting some much-needed rain. With many things on my mind, I woke up at about 2:30 am and didn’t go back to sleep but in the stillness of early morning I could hear soft rain hitting the trees in the wetland garden behind our house. I prayed for awhile and listened to Tom’s sleep noises and I breathed in thankfulness.

Five days in and it’s disappointing.  But I have hope that even today, I will hear joy and gladness.