Don't you love it?

I love it. I would love to have a wall of build-in bookshelves just like this in my house. I think we'll add it to the list :o)

Nate and Jack

I owe a longer post that this, but alas, all the posts I start only ever seem to get halfway done. So, for now, enjoy some pictures!

Cats curled up as they sleep? Always cute.

But here's the real "story" -- a continuation of a previous post: Jack really loves Nate. Jack will do anything and everything he can to be near Nate. Sometimes that means balancing precariously on the back of a chair:

He's constantly "asking" to be in Nate's lap. Sometimes Nate actually allows this:

And Jack's newest favorite thing is to steal Nate's chair as soon as Nate gets up.... but only when Nate is intending to return. Just a minute ago, for instance, Nate got up to go brush his teeth and get ready for bed. Jack did not steal Nate's chair. But earlier this evening Nate got up at one point to go wash his hands, and he came back 90 seconds later to find his chair stolen:

Dresser, final (more or less)

Hey mom, here are the pictures you asked for. The lighting is not the best, but you'll get a chance to see it in person soon enough. I think it turned out okay. It will work well with the blue paint and the fabric for the curtains.

A passing

Nate's grandpa passed away last Friday. It was a bit of a surprise (at least, it was to me). I was out of town for training all week, got home late Thursday night, and then Friday afternoon Nate told me that during the week his grandpa had gone to the hospital (congestive heart failure) and been sent home with hospice and morphine. We didn't know how long grandpa had left to live...

And we got the call late that night.

Amy wrote about this on her blog. She said it just the way I would have, so I decided to quote from her:

"We had the funeral Tuesday. It was a happy death, because he [grandpa] was 97 years old, and basically has been ill for years. He fell every other week, always breaking something, so we were all relieved and happy for him when we found out he died because we know he's now with his sweet wife... I'm glad they are together now and that he doesn't have to live in his awful sick body anymore."

What I remember...

A year ago today, on an evening much like this one, I received a phone call. It was Amy. She and Mike had given notice at their apartment; they were moving out and needed a place to live. Amy and I talked at length about their options -- they basically had three, one of which was staying with us. During the previous two months we had discussed the possibility several times, but by the end of the phone call the possibility was reality. We had 18 days to get ready -- to clear out and clean up the basement, and to fix the downstairs bathroom.

Until that phone call, the basement was just a storage space. We kept all of our tools on the fireplace hearth, stored spare lumber in the middle of the room, and filled the shelves with miscellaneous boxes. The bathroom was the cats' room, and none of the plumbing fixtures worked. Our free afternoons and evenings over the next 18 days were devoted to cleaning, fixing, and remodeling. It was a tiring process.

But most of that is actually a blur. I have only vague memories of laying new linoleum in the bathroom, replacing the toilet, putting in closet rods, moving and reorganizing the tools, and so forth. Mostly I remember that first evening -- that phone call. How Amy cried, and I cried too.

When I got off the phone and went downstairs to examine the crap piled in our basement, I felt useless. Giving family members a home in our brown-shag-carpeted basement room seemed more like an insult than an aid. It did nothing to ameliorate the real problems; it did not provide them with employment and it certainly did not cure cancer. It was just a room -- a place to take temporary shelter while the storm raged on.

Don't get me wrong: shelter is important. We were glad to help. And in the end, the bigger problems were solved. But at the time, on that day one year ago, our simple offer seemed so very insignificant.

I also remember -- N8 and his folks will laugh when I remind them -- that I really wanted to build Shoji for the basement, so that the room could be tastefully divided into separate living and sleeping quarters. Not surprisingly, the task was impossible given the timeline and other items on the to-do list. I thought I could take just 3 of the 18 days and get it done; much persuasion from my family convinced me to give up. (Thank goodness!)

Nate wanted to add a mini-kitchen to the basement. In retrospect? Not a bad idea. But again, we didn't have the time. We also definitely didn't have the room or the finances for a second kitchen! And really, what would have done with all that now that it's just the two of us again? Ha.

These days the basement is back to being a storage space, but more thoughtfully so. There are several pieces of extra furniture downstairs (in part because we're soon to remodel one of the upstairs bedrooms, so things have been temporarily moved). The basement is also a great room for some of our bigger projects, including my occasional (large) craft project.

But every once in awhile I just stop and stare at the room, picturing what it looked like a year ago, and 9 months ago, and 6 months ago. Wow.

Awesome news!

There are several things I miss about living in Portland. One of those things is Trader Joe's, which has the best-tasting soy milk of all the many, many soy milks I've sampled. They also have yummy chocolate-covered almonds and a host of other good-for-me-and-for-the-earth (hippy) foods.

So this article announcing plans for a Trader Joe's in Salem just made my day:
www.statesmanjournal.com/article/20101001/NEWS/10010345/1001

I'm a little impatient for the new store, which won't open until "sometime" in 2011, but I'm very excited that they've decided to locate on my end of town, near other places I visit (such as church, the bank, and our usual grocery store). I look forward to being part of the crowd during the store's opening weeks, and a regular customer thereafter.

Awesome!!!

Hachi and my "boys"

Part 1: Hachi

Just finished watching the movie "Hachi" which is basically a story about a very loyal dog. I spent the second half of the movie crying. Stupid cute dog movie... how dare it make me bawl my guts out!

There's really not much to the movie; watching its trailer tells the whole story ("spoiler" alert): Man adopts stray dog, dog is loyal, man dies, dog continues to be loyal until dog dies. Doesn't exactly sound like the type of movie worth crying for, right? But mom, I'm certain that you would've cried the whole time, too.

Part 2: My "Boys"
Nate and I were hanging out in the office today (by which I mean our home office), watching the LDS church's semi-annual General Conference broadcast on the computer. As he usually does, Nate fell asleep during the two-hour afternoon session of the conference. Meanwhile, Jack (the cat) came in looking for snuggles, and found the sleeping man. The result is this:

...my two favorite boys, sharing an afternoon siesta. Cute.