Monday, August 24, 2009

Three Minute Fiction

Here is my entry for NPR's Three Minute Fiction contest (600 words or less, must start with the line "The nurse left work at five o'clock").

The nurse left work at five o'clock. An hour and fifteen minutes late wasn't bad, considering what the day had been … two vomiters – one whose mother never showed up, a diabetic without insulin, one knocked out tooth, and five … count 'em, five stings from the wasps' nest by the pottery kiln. She'd reported it twice, and it still hadn't been removed. She was sure it was kind of Principal Kirk to keep on the janitor after his illness, but if he couldn't do his job, honestly, he had to go, charitable feelings or not.

She circled her car through the mostly empty parking lot, climbing over the mountainous speed bumps at the pace of death. The principal's car was still there, though not in it's reserved spot. It was instead up the hill next to the art center. She was late, but she was also a natural busy body, as most high school teachers are. She moved up the hill and saw him, still in his suit, gingerly holding a can of spray poison by the tips of his fingers. He clutched some sort of cloth over the front of his clothing, presumably to protect it from the dirty work he was about to perform, but the effect was effeminate, and she felt embarrassed to have seen it. She considered driving away, but he had seen her, and it was too late. She stopped the car and got out.

“The wasps?” she asked. He nodded, inching toward the kiln, spray can poised to kill. He crouched down, inching slowly and extending his arm. The nest was attached to the back of the kiln, and a single wasp emerged and flew toward him. He skittered backwards, lost his balance, and dropped the can and the cloth. She realized, quite suddenly, that she didn't like the man.

“I'm afraid of them,” he said sheepishly. “Always have been, but its got to be done.”

“I'll do it,” she sighed. He might have been about to protest, but the wasp flew past his face, and he began flapping his hands and backing away. She walked purposefully to the poison, stepping over the cloth … she noticed it was a baby's blanket, and wondered where it had come from. She grabbed the can, shook it briskly, and approached the nest. She had to maneuver between the kiln and the wall to get a straight shot, and it was a tight fit. Her jacket caught on a screw. She pushed her body forward to pull it free, but the kiln wasn't as heavy as she imagined it to be. The weight of her body pulled the kiln up on two legs and it came down with a heavy thud, pinning her uncomfortably at the waist.

First she heard a low pulsing hum. She thought the principal was snickering at her with his rumbling baritone, but she couldn't turn to look at him, stuck as she was. Then a strange cold sensation hit her ankles. For one brief moment, she imagined the kiln was leaking something, but in an instant the pain followed the cold. Then she saw them, flying and crawling up her torso, looking for something to sting. Hundreds and wasps came hurdling from below. The hum became a roar, and the pain moved to her arms and neck and face. She opened her mouth to scream, but immediately closed it on several wasps. One stung her tongue.

Bugger, I'm out of cold compresses, she thought.


That was 588 words. I have room for improvement.

Sunday, August 2, 2009

In which Lael hasn't posted for a month and needs to catch up.

Part 1 -- Fourth of July in Mt. Pleasant, at the Parade.
Uncle Jeremy cutting open a much desired cold watermelon on the parade route with a hunting knife who knows where it has been but no one seems to care.









Part 2 -- Gilberts take a vacation to Grand Teton NP
View from Jackson Lake ... check out those gorgeous peaks behind us.







We camped here (Colter Bay, permanent tent),








next to some Scottish scouts.








The nearby corral was a big highlight for the kids, especially Benji.







The car breaks down at Old Faithful, ironically. They have a garage. Lucky us.








We stopped in Jackson to see our neighbors and friends the Guevaras, at their booth at the art festival.







... and had our faced painted.








Mom really like this part of the drive.









Part 3 -- Leo Turns Four
It was a bicycle treasure hunt party.








We only invited four friends. Mom is getting smarter.









Part 4 -- The Great Dog Days of Summer




Part 5 -- Lael Buys a Little Plastic Giraffe at DI for $1.50, and Sells It On Ebay for $120
I was actually a little sad to part with the cute guy. But not $120 sad.








Part 6 -- All the other stuff. Mostly laundry. Just so you don't think my life is that exciting all the time.

Sprinkler repairs.








Laundry. Lots and lots of laundry.

Wednesday, July 1, 2009

Leo remembers the three-year-old preschool lab


Who was your teacher? Teacher Alena
What was she like? She has a ponytail.
What did you learn? I learned songs.
What was your favorite thing to do in school? Play
What was your favorite food to eat for school lunch? At snack I had graham crackers with strawberries on top.
What is your favorite book? Mickey Mouse the Wizard (The Sorcerer's Apprentice)
What are you looking forward to about next year? The playground.

What do you want to be when you grow up? A Jedi
What kind of car will you drive one day? A Jedi Car. Like the Mellenion Falcon.
What do you like to do for fun? Play with my friends.
What are you going to do this summer? Go to the swimming pool and take swimming lessons.

Who are your friends? Asher, Gavin, Mikey
Who is your best friend? Asher
What games do you play together? We play toys, Speed Racer, and we paint at school

Gabe remembers Kindergarten:

Who was your teacher? Mrs. Simmons
What was she like? Nice because she let me do things.
What did you learn? Math and reading
What was your favorite thing to do in school? P.E.
What was your favorite food to eat for school lunch? We only had snack. Cookies and Juice.
What is your favorite book? Mig the Pig
What are you looking forward to about next year? Reading and learning.

What do you want to be when you grow up? A scientist.
What kind of car will you drive one day? A truck.
What do you like to do for fun? Go swimming
What are you going to do this summer? Go to the fun park.

Who are your friends? Gracie, Owen, Kimbal, Seth, Damian, Jesus
Who is your best friend? Kimbal
What games do you play together? Star Wars

Monday, June 29, 2009

Wanna laugh?

Benji has the CUTEST toothy smile. He was flashing it all over the place today. It was making me laugh. He must finally be feeling better. We didn't bring him to church on Sunday because (1) he was vomiting unpredictably on and off this week and (2) we heard rumors that there was swine flu in our congregation. I went to church because I was substituting in Leo's primary class. My favorite part was when the song leader asked all the kids to get out their "pointer" fingers and Katie turned to me and whispered, "I don't have a pointer. I only have wings." flap flap. That made me laugh.

Regarding #2 ... there is no topic that can get people in a lather faster than germs. Me included. Little, invisible things that pass from person to person in ways that we really can't control, and invade our cells, give us weird rashes, cause us pain and make us sick. And mutate. Isn't that a scary word? MUTATE. And the media isn't helping. "Tonight on the SWINE FLU ALERT! Someone between the ages of 3 and 49 died of swine flu somewhere along the Wasatch Front." Thanks, media. YOU'RE FREAKING ME OUT!

My nephew is on a mission in Mexico. They couldn't wear ties because ties carry germs. For two weeks he didn't wear a tie. Maybe we should wear garlic around our necks instead. So I laugh about it because otherwise I would be at the head of the mob shouting witch. It is the only way to stop the germs.

I love funny people. Here are two blogs that make me laugh out loud:

Cake Wrecks
Bad cakes. It is that simple.

The Pioneer Woman

Many of you may have heard of this one. It is so dear, and so funny. And so beautiful. I don't want to live on a ranch. I don't work that hard. But it is fun to do so vicariously.

Monday, June 22, 2009

Sweet Little Benji


That's right. Clean it up kid.

Sweet little Benji ... barfed all over the floor ... at church ... in front of 40 people ... in the line to get root beer floats for Father's Day. Picture me looking down to see what was spilling on my shoe and realizing it was my baby's stomach contents. Picture me plucking up the little critter, handing him to Jeff (happy father's day) and running for paper towels. Picture me in my barf-spattered skirt, kneeling on the floor in front of 40 people who are not so sure they want root beer floats anymore, cleaning up half-digested cheerios with paper towels, trying to explain that it was the curdled milk sippie Benji found and drank in his bed, not the flu.

Fun times. Fun times.

And by the way, you know you are a mom when you can catch a hand full of applesauce barf, go wash your hands, and then go back to the dinner table to finish your steak. It was STEAK after all.

In this photo Benji spilled a milkshake.
But it looks like barf.
I don't take pictures of my kids puking.

Thursday, June 18, 2009

Father's Day Talk

I spoke in church on Sunday ... an early Father's Day talk. For those who happen not to be Mormon, in my church, occasionally, you are asked to share thoughts with the congregation in a short sermon. I relied heavily on thought from my brother, Toby. This is what I chose to say (I always write it out, to beat the jitters):

I was asked to talk about the blessings of the Priesthood from a woman's perspective.

Men are not “the priesthood.” The priesthood is the eternal power and authority of God. Through the priesthood God created and governs the heavens and the earth. Through this power He redeems and exalts His children, bringing to pass "the immortality and eternal life of man" (Moses 1:39). The blessings of the priesthood, such as baptism, receiving the Holy Ghost, the temple endowment, and eternal marriage, are available to men and women alike. God gives priesthood authority to worthy male members of the Church so they can act in His name for the salvation of His children. Priesthood holders can be authorized to preach the gospel, administer the ordinances of salvation, and govern the kingdom of God on the earth.

-Dallin H. Oaks

In practice, men and the Priesthood have a mutually reinforcing relationship. The man in his family and the church is dependent upon the Priesthood for doctrine, ordinances, and priesthood keys. The Priesthood provides the authority and ordinances necessary to perpetuate man's relationships to the eternities.

Priesthood strengthens men, and men strengthen the Priesthood.


Manhood

It is hard to find a talk about what it means to be a man, except in relationship to others … women, children, in a family, a quorum. Why are relationship so important to being a man? Perhaps because there is no single definition except as he looks outside of himself. Like the definition of light. Light is only seen by how it reflects off an object.

Men are created in the image of God. Each is a beloved spirit son of heavenly parents, and, as such, each has a divine nature and destiny. Gender is an essential characteristic of individual premortal, mortal, and eternal identity and purpose.

From The Family, A Proclamation to the World:

Men are born with inherent characteristics of a the male gender. What are those characteristics? We can't generalize too much, because I know the great and wonderful variations in personality there are from one person to the next. I can tell you what it means from the examples I've had in my life.

Physical Strength

Men are generally physically stronger than women and children. This can be used for good or bad. I've seen great examples of using a man's strength to help and lift others. There are also those who would use their advantage in a negative way ... in temper, force, and manipulation.

Fortunately for me, my dad is a second cousin to Superman. One time when I was single and in college, I had to go interview a forest crew on the far side of Utah lake for a research paper… there is nothing on the far side of Utah Lake. It is 40 miles from the freeway, 100 miles from Provo, and eight miles from the nearest tiny town. Halfway up a mountain, I got a flat tire. I didn't have a spare. Irresponsible, yes. And I'm sure my dad thought so when I called him from my cell phone. He had a very busy day, he said. He had meetings at work, and classes to teach at BYU. I said Okay, I'd see what I could do on my own. Five minutes later he called back and said he had canceled it all, and was on his way. I protested, you have so much to do! His words of love will stay with me forever. “Everyone needs someone twho will drop everything to save them.” It took the whole day to get the spare, get it on, and get home. But he did it. Like I said, Superman.

Protector and Provider

My husband Jeff doesn't have to chase after a saber-tooth tiger with a club. At one time, men had to be physical protectors of their families. Where we live, it isn't so necessary anymore, but a remnant of that role is the activeness and aggressiveness of boys … as anyone who sits behind me in sacrament meeting can attest, since I have four of them. Jeff still protects us from accident, from evil, from the elements. He provides our house, our cars, pays our bills, fixes our computer, fixes flat tires, builds tree forts, mows the lawn, washes windows, and occasionally changes a diaper. These are things we could not do without. Our kids will go on missions, go to college, need monetary help as they grow. Jeff provides.

This is the ideal, it isn't what happens in every family. My mom worked outside our home, and Jeff's dad passed away when he was young. His mom was the provider for most of his life. But we both understand the benefits of this system. I love to nurture my kids the whole day in these few fleeting years when they are young. Jeff has the talent and drive to provide us with the things we use to make for us a comfortable home.

Father

In addition to being strong, being a protector and provider, a father gets to model the role of man to boys and girls. Not only does a father show his children what it means to be a man, he, along with other great role models, set the stage for a child's relationship to God, for God is our Heavenly Father, and the definition of “father” is formed at a young age.

It is strange to compare cards for Mother's Day … with their flowers and heart-felt poetry, to your typical Father's Day card … with a photo on the front of an overweight guy on a couch watching TV. This is probably more indicative of the differences in sense of humor between men and women, but I also think that the role of father is undervalued. It takes only a few genes to be a father, but to be a good father is much more.

Which bring me to what it means to be a man ...

Perhaps to be a Man means to embrace and excel at the rolls I already mentioned.

I think the difference between being a man and being a great man is his ability to make and keep commitments (or in a religious sense, covenants … which brings us back to the priesthood). On the most basic level, this is what is takes to be true man – know matter who you are, or where you live. I'd like to talk about it in the more general term of commitment today, because it is more inclusive of the wide role that men and fathers play in our lives.

Even though it's painfully obvious to say, 'making' commitments and 'keeping' them are two different things.

The lowest of men either doesn't have enough sense to make commitments – or worse yet, willfully avoids them. A better man prepares himself for future commitments that will build upon his manhood. He also physically puts himself in situations that are conducive to commitment making (accepting the priesthood, going to school, serving a mission, dating, marriage, and having children).

All of these commitments are important to make...but this is only the beginning. With every commitment comes a responsibility to keep them. This is where it becomes HARD – and most rewarding. Waking up everyday, knowing that you're going to serve all those to whom you have a commitment – your wife, children, employer, neighbors, church members...even down to the people who drive along with you on the freeway (you've made a social commitment to keep others safe by not being distracted or aggressive when you drive). This is what God meant when he said 'endure the end' (2 Nephi 31).

[IF]

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you
But make allowance for their doubting too,
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream--and not make dreams your master,
If you can think--and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings--nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much,
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And--which is more--you'll be a Man, my son!
--Rudyard Kipling

God, however, did not make man to simply work or suffer. Commitments are a means to an end. God's plan for a man is to have joy – and the deepest and most fulfilling joy comes through commitment. Family, love, career, sport, achievement, grades, social fulfillment, talent, all things that make men have joy come through commitment.

I'm so grateful to have had wonderful role models in my life of what it means to be a man. I thank my heavenly father for these wonderful men in my life.

Amen