Category: Fall 2011

So this event that Melinda and I attended last night, the one for which I needed nice clothes, was actually in Denver, Colorado. I didn’t want to make a big deal out of the fact that we were going to be out of town for a night because we agreed to allow Ella to stay alone in the house. No need to be broadcasting that in advance of it happening.

The event was the annual Cystic Fibrosis Foundation Breath of Life Gala. What made it significant to us is that some longtime family friends of mine, dating all the way back to my side of the family living in Omaha, were being honored. Bill Elder, childhood friend especially to my brother Scott but buddies with both Steve and me, as well, and his wife Teresa were the recipients of the foundation’s greatest honor. Their son, Bill, Jr, has Cystic Fibrosis, a tragic event that propelled Bill and Teresa into serious fundraising and awareness raising. Bill, Jr is now 24, is a graduate of Stanford University, and is currently applying to medical schools. His health is excellent.

So that’s what propelled Melinda to make a side trip to Wyoming a week in advance and what launched my need for a new suit. My parents, Scott and his partner Sally, and I rendezvoused with Melinda in Denver yesterday afternoon and then attended the incredible event. By the time the night had drawn to an end, Melinda and I had even danced to a Lady Gaga song.

Today’s photo is from our flight home as our plane turned directly above the University of Washington to be aligned for its final approach.

Last Friday I wrote about the challenge Melinda faces when it comes to my style of dress. I raised this because tonight Melinda and I are at an fancy event honoring some family friends, one that requires us to wear some fancy clothes. I hadn’t had a new suit since 1998 and she thought I should get one. But with her leaving for Wyoming last Saturday, I was left to try to figure out what I would wear on my own.

As you can see from today’s photo, I came up with something, a new suit from Banana Republic. It was quite the experience for me, lasting much longer than I generally take to buy clothes. I mean at Value Village it’s in, out, wham, bam. At Banana Republic it’s, “May I help you, sir.” And “Would you like to try a different color?” I must say that I’m not used to having help in the “Fitting Room.” And speaking of which, when did these stop being called “Dressing Rooms?”

So I provide this self-portrait tonight, sans chapeau. And I think my tie matches Melinda’s dress just fine, thank you.

An early winter evening, when Chloe was a little girl, maybe 2, maybe 3 years old, we looked out and saw a few snow flurries in the air. Her excitement was contagious so together, Melinda, Chloe and I sat and watched the snowflakes flutter through the night sky. A few managed to make it all the way to the ground and lasted there for a second or two before disappearing, much to our disappointment. As the evening progressed, the snowflakes grew in number and some got bolder, lasting on the ground. This lead Chloe to exclaim, “It’s piling up! It’s piling up!” It was so cute, especially since there really wasn’t any snow on the ground. Since then, whenever we see a light flurry and the hint of a snowflake sticking to the ground once of us will say, “It’s piling up!”

I was reminded of this on Wednesday when I received an email from Chloe up at Quest University. Her subject line, all caps, was, “SNOWWWWWWWW.” She included a couple of photos, including this one, and said they had about 6 inches on the ground with 15 due by Sunday. When I replied with concern for her getting home next week for Thanksgiving she said that it’s all supposed to turn to rain by early next week.

Meanwhile, here in Seattle tonight while I was taking Ella to dance class, we caught a glimpse of some “heavy” looking rain in the headlights. Once again the phrase entered my head, “It’s piling up!” Alas, at this point in the evening, a few hours later, it’s nothing but rain, no piles in sight.

Well, there goes Melinda. Wave goodbye. She’s started her new career – truck driving. I’m sure that to those of you that know her, this will come as no surprise. She’s a sucker for machines and can’t wait to operate them. There was that time back in 1999 when we had a backhoe left in our yard for a couple of days. She talked the operator into showing her how it worked. Guess who was driving it around at night after the worker had called it a day?

That’s right.

So picture Melinda in the Wyoming twilight yesterday getting a lesson in how to drive a big rig. I’m sure all she needed was that one lesson and then away she went. For all we know, she’s probably halfway between Cheyenne and Dubuque by now.

Shoot, that might be Omaha!

Not that it’s matters, but I wonder what’s she hauling. That is, I wonder what’s she hauling other than some attitude. 😉

Ella and I went over to my parents’ retirement community for dinner tonight, leaving straight from school after the weekly staff meeting. We arrived just after 6pm and hustled down to the dining room where, among the many choices, I selected corned beef and cabbage. I can’t remember the last time I ate corned beef and cabbage. It was delicious, the meat especially lean.

After dinner we all spent some time chatting in their apartment. Among the conversation topics included how to fold my nice clothes to fit into a carry-on suitcase with a minimum of wrinkles. What are mothers for? She even got out one my dad’s suits to demonstrate. After that, she retrieved her charm bracelet, thinking she might wear it soon, and proceeded to tell Ella about all the charms on it. My favorite is the one of rose-colored glasses given to her by friends of her grandparents (Ella’s great great grandparents) because my mother was always seeing the bright side of life.

I snapped this picture after the corn beef eating and suit folding demonstration, and during the charm bracelet showing.

Oh, this photo does my heart a world of good. We received it and a couple of others on Sunday from Frédérique and Laurent. Of course, it’s Manon and Romain and it comes from early October and a nice, nice day in Nantes. Not only was it sunny and warm, it was the day Romain’s 19th birthday was celebrated!

Me, I see these two and I think of many things, all of them happy, including the English lessons Melinda and I were providing them last year. Each Monday Romain came over for lunch and conversation. And a few hours later, after school, Manon came by for a goûter and conversation.

For another view of Manon and Romain, take a look at Day 25 of the sabbatical. This is just a couple of days before we moved into our house in Nantes and is from our trip to Pornichet. The photo always makes me smile.

Anyone remember that short-lived American TV show from the early 70s called “Bridget Loves Bernie?” You don’t? Well, shame on you. I do. It starred Meredith Baxter and David Birney and surrounded the travails of a young couple, one of whom was Catholic (Bridget) and the other of whom was Jewish (Bernie). Laughs galore, especially at how their parents would fight over everything.

Well, today’s photo made me think of that show! See, that’s French-born Bérnard (Bernie) on the left and American-born Christine (Chrissie) on the right. See the connection? They sent the picture to Melinda and me last week under the subject line “tchin tchin,” words used in France for a toast. The email arrived mid-morning and included this line, “It might not be a good time for you to have a drink, you people have weird kind of hours…”

We do have weird hours here in Seattle. They take place 9 hours after things in France. So by the time Melinda and I are ready to toast Chrissie and Bernie, they are fast asleep!

Ah, our French friends. We miss them. I am pleased to say that we received photos from Bérnard and Christine last week, including this one, and photos from Frédérique and Laurent yesterday. Expect to see one of those here very soon.

Meanwhile, I’m off to bone up on my American TV show knowledge. See ya!

Don’t blame me! That’s the subject line Melinda and/or Nina used when they sent me this picture a few minutes ago. You see, I asked Melinda to email me a photo, and I admit that when she said they had just gotten out of the hot tub and had a couple of pictures of them in it that I said one of those would be perfect. But I didn’t say anything about how to describe the photo.

Makes me wonder, though, considering they each are having a glass of wine, if they meant to write Chicks in Hot Tub. Perhaps I should ask.

Hmmm… Another thought just occurred to me, this one related to my spam post from a few days ago. Do you think this entry will get a few more “hits” given its title? I bet it does, meaning it might generate a bit more spam, too. I’ll keep an eye out.

In other news, I had a Skype chat with Chloe this afternoon. She was working on a 7 page paper due on Friday and chatting with her floormates about a community dinner that was being planned in their dorm. They’re making salmon. Wow! We also talked about the two friends Chloe will be bringing home for Thanksgiving weekend in a couple of weeks.

Speaking of that weekend, on November 27th I’ll be running the half marathon portion of the Seattle Marathon, 13.1 miles. I’m all registered. In preparation, this morning I ran for two hours. Without stopping.

Wish I had a hot tub for my tired legs…

Melinda made me get up at 4am today. Why? To take her to the airport. Why? She flew out this morning to spend the next week with her best childhood friend, Nina and Nina’s family (husband and 3 kids). Where does Nina live? In Wyoming. Where’s Wyoming? That way (pointing east).

So, yes, we kicked Melinda out of the house for a week. With Chloe away at college, that leaves just Ella and me, reminding me of last January when Melinda and Chloe left Ella and me in Nantes. Except then, both Ella and I were sick. This time we’re not. Well, we’re not in France, either. We’re just hanging out. I took some time this afternoon to watch the movie “Everything is Illuminated,” which I absolutely loved. Ella has been listening to music, country music in fact (I bet she’d like Wyoming!).

Melinda and I have been exchanging text messages over the last few minutes and I got her to send me one with a picture, this one of her with Nina fixing dinner. So here it is, a first on the blog: A picture from Wyoming!

Next Saturday Melinda and I need to get dressed up for a special occasion. And since I don’t spend a huge chunk of my time worrying about getting dressed up, Melinda has taken on the challenge for me. And what a challenge it is. Just listen.

Last weekend she had me trying on all of my fancy clothes. That took about 5 minutes, long enough to realize that they are much looser on me than they were before we left for France (see Tracking My Weight). This morning she came back from Brenda’s and Greg’s house with one of Greg’s suits. He’s bigger (read: more muscular) than I am so it didn’t really work, either. Now we’re back to the suit I’m wearing in today’s picture.

It was purchased for me by Melinda’s mother back in 1998 so I’d have something nice to wear as the officiant of Brenda’s & Greg’s wedding (or as I like to say, first I married Melinda, then I married her sister). Melinda dismissed it last weekend as being both too old and too baggy (and something negative about pleats, I think), but it may be winning out now. The other option left is renting one for 100+ dollars. I don’t think so.

Now she’s trying to decide if the purple shirt is a winner or a loser. After that, there’s still the tie to figure out. Apparently, a relevant consideration is whether or not the tie matches her dress. Not owning any ties, I put on the baseball cap and asked, “Does this hat go with your dress?”

That’s just how I am. Challenging.