Chris' brother, Kevin, has spent years working on his Parkour skills. He's very talented, but unfortunately such a sport sometimes comes with a certain amount of risk. Last week he broke his ankle while practicing at the gym. He has no health insurance, and his mom is in no position to pay for the operation out of pocket. Outrageously, the surgeon will not perform the necessary operation without $1200 up front payment. How can it be legal for a doctor to allow someone to live with an unset ankle for a week?!
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There were four different stations: applesauce bars, meatloaf, muffins and brownies. We got brownies! No one wanted do make the meatloaf--a lot of chopping of veg and touching of meat, so I'm glad we didn't have to do it. Our brownies turned out wonderfully. They were cream cheese swirled, ooey gooey type. So good.
The kids really enjoyed the making bit, but they got bored waiting for everything to bake. She used the time to show the kids how to make omelets and biscuits. My kids loved the omelets. They went nuts for them! Petey said, "I can't believe I've lived my whole life and never had this before. If I were a king I'd have my servants cook this for me every single day."
I've made omelets twice since Saturday. It's not that I didn't know how, I just thought they wouldn't like it. I guess this is a classic case of picky kids growing out of their picky-ness. All the more reason to keep on adding new things to our diets.
At the time we lived in Tucson, there was a shooting at the Univ. in the nursing school. A failing student shot three of his professors and then himself. I haven't heard anyone mention the most recent tragedy in connection with the nursing school shooting, but in my opinion this speaks very loudly about the need for better gun control laws in Arizona. I know. They won't stand to hear of such things. We knew people out there who had oodles of guns, including automatic weapons. There is still a certain feel of "the wild west" out there, with the desert always reminding you that you live in a place where humans don't really belong.
This shooting is a tragedy. There's no question about it. But I hope we can learn something from this, as a society. I wish we could stop the poisonous, negative rhetoric and just learn to work together.
All this is due to the impending inclement weather...2 to 5 inches of snow!! And, as of this point, not one snowflake has fallen yet. I'm really surprised that the whole city is grinding to a halt just because of the threat of snow. It seems a bit extreme to me.
But, hey, a day off with pay? I'll take it!
When I was five, we lived in Delaware. My bedroom was upstairs, and my parents kept the door to the downstairs locked because I had a tendency to get up at night and wander around on my own. On Christmas eve that night, I woke up to the sound of sleighbells ringing outside the house. I couldn't see outside because it was so cold that the windows had frosted over. I remember trying to squint through the frosted glass to see if I could see Rudolph's nose glowing, but I couldn't see anything. I have no doubt that I did hear sleighbells, though, and for a long time that really fed my belief in Santa (longer than was normal, probably.)
Another Christmas that was really special was one year when we got up in the morning and Santa had decorated the tree with licorice and gumdrops. It was so cool! And, there was also an electric train going around tree that hadn't been there the night before.
My parents worked really hard to make sure that we always had an amazing Christmas. I didn't appreciate what a sacrifice this must of have been for them, because even though I know they really struggled to make ends meet, I never felt that at Christmas time.They wouldn't put the gifts out until we went to bed, so it always seemed like there had been a gift explosion sometime in the middle of the night. Given that there were six kids in my family, the amount of gifts under the tree would sometimes take up a large part of the room.
How fun!! I have to say, this has really warmed my heart. As an adult, Christmas has lost some of its surprise and mystery for me. It is really neat to think that someone out there (church, probably) has thought of our family as someone who could use this sort of attention this year. It means a lot. And of course, the kids are super excited about it :)
For the past several days, I've been cataloging microfiche. It is a mind-numbing task, but someone has to do it and that someone is me. However, yesterday I did a series on African Law, which turned out to be primary sources. One of the fiche was on the trial of the Human Leopard Society. Cannibalism, now that is interesting! Finally, something besides tortes to give me a little something to think about!
I've also been reading a very interesting, yet frustrating book entitled "We" by Russian author Yavgeny Zamyatin. It's a dystopian, written in 1924. I find dystopians written so long ago to be very fascinating. It's Zamyatin's writing style that is so frustrating. It's written in the style of a journal, the narrator writing to future aliens who may want to understand their society. However, he often cuts off his sentences in mid-stream, as if he can't bring himself to finish his thought. The reader is left to infer what is meant, but it isn't always clear where he's going, or what he's feeling. I suppose that is the point, because he's so confused about what's happening to him. Also, the society is totally math based and since mathematics were never a strong point for me, I find this aspect of the book to be a bit vague. Overall, it is still intriguing and I can see how this work potentially influenced many others, such as Anthem, A Brave New World and 1984.
Example of his writing:
The night was agonising. The bed beneath me would rise, fall, and rise anew -- it floated along a sinusoid. I tried to tell myself: 'At night, numbers are duty-bound to sleep; it's a duty -- just as work in the daytime. It's essential in order to be able to work in the daytime. Not to sleep at night is criminal...' And all the same I couldn't, I couldn't.
I'm pershing. I'm in no condition to carry out my duties to the One State...I...
Zamyatin, Yevgeny. We. Translated by Hugh Aplin. 1924. Reprint. London: Hesperus Press Limited, 2009. (74).
I only have to work two days this week!!! Woo-hoo!
The larger the library is, the more you must distinguish the books from each other, and consequently the more fully and more accurately you must catalogue them… When I come to a great and national library, where I have the editions or works of “Abelard,” I have a right to find those editions and works so well distinguished from each other that I may get exactly the particular one which I want.
—Sir Anthony Panizzi
I opened the door and listened while they introduced themselves. It turns out the premise of their message and church is the existence of a Heavenly Mother. When I told them I already hold that belief, they said, "You've found scriptural proof for that in the Bible?" As if to challenge me for agreeing with them. The stumper was that at that moment, I had no idea where the doctrinal background lies for the LDS belief in a Heavenly Mother. The only thing I could think of off the top of my head was a hymn that we sing on a regular basis:
In the heavens are parents single?
No, the thought makes reason stare.
Truth is reason: truth eternal
tells me I've a mother there.
I didn't share it with them, though. I just assured them that I shared their belief. They invited me to their church, gave me a card and went on their merry way. I wonder how much opposition they experience because of this belief? Chris and I got to talking about it last night and before I knew it he was researching all sorts of early LDS doctrine, wanting to have a deep conversation about it well past midnight (I pretty much shut down at midnight on the dot. I get grouchy about being kept awake.)
But he did pose an interesting question, in thinking about the church's stance on evolution. Many LDS scholars feel that the gist lies in the answer to this question: Was death present on the earth before the Fall of Adam?