Reading and Fathers

A couple weeks before Christmas 2012, my friend Erikka stopped by my desk to give me a Christmas present. Erikka has the distinct honor of being my first new friend in Maine, and one of the reasons we had bonded so quickly was our mutual love of books. That day I opened her gift to find the book “Outlander” by Diana Gabaldon. She had been telling me about this series pretty much since the day we met, and while I always thought it sounded interesting I was always distracted away from reading it by other books. However, I knew that if the books were half as good as Erikka made them sound I wouldn't stop at Outlander and used a Barnes & Noble gift card I had to buy the second book before I even started the first. This was a decision I was very grateful I'd made, because when I finished Outlander I spent about 15 seconds marveling at the story it's cover held before walking across my living room to pick up the second book (Dragonfly in Amber) quickly losing myself in it's pages. While I was reading Dragonfly, Maine had a massive snowstorm. I left for work the morning it started knowing that I might not make it home that night – that I might instead have to rent a hotel room in Portland if the roads were too bad to drive in. My preparation for this possibility was to make sure that Synge (my cat) had extra food and water, and to make sure I had that book with me. I didn't care about extra clothes, or a toothbrush, I only need that book. When I got around to book 4 I had put myself on a no book buying ban, but the thought of not finding out what came next in Jamie and Claire's story was unthinkable. I got a library card for the sole purpose of being able to read Drums of Autumn. Afterwards I made a rule to wait at least one month between each book, because when I read them I got nothing else done and my life was looking a little ragged around the edges. This past fall I finished the (then) last published book An Echo in the Bone. I found myself staring at a 6 month wait before the next book was going to be released, and wondered how on earth I was going to live life between then and June 10^th. I knew my book buying ban would be broken for it, and knew it would be worth every penny. I was sooooooo excited.

This brings me to last Sunday, two days before Written in My Hearts Own Blood was scheduled for release in the US. That night I finished the book I was reading and needed something that would hold me over the day and half until I could buy my long awaited book. So what did I do? Did I pick something short, easy, a quick read that would really not delay me diving in to My Hearts Own Blood? Did I maybe just pick up a book that I had already read and would therefore be able to easily put down because I knew what it's pages told? Did I go out and buy a magazine full of essays? (I should note that not reading at all was simply not an option) No. Instead I picked up a a new book that I'd had for awhile and decided that right then I should start reading it. What book was this you may ask? Why Anna Karenina by Leo Tolstoy. Not short, not easy, definitely not quick, and like I just said, not one I had read before. And yet, even though a week later (and five days after the release of My Hearts Own Blood) I'm only 150 pages in, and it will take me several more weeks before I finish and am ready to move on to a new book, I find I am ok with this.

The narrative of Anna Karenina is one those intoxicating combinations of a captivating story told amidst a beautiful use of language and words. Every page intrigues me, the story constantly pulling me in making me want more, and almost every page is marked with my pen because my eyes have seen a combination of words so lovely I practically shiver with delight! I can see why it has become a classic, why it's been read for generations, and why it will live on in the future.

Possibly more on her story later, but for now on to another topic. Today is Father's Day, and hopefully millions of dads out there woke up to find themselves surrounded by the love of their families and children. I wish more than anything that I were one of those children, and that I got to spend the day with my dad doing whatever his heart desired. But of course that wasn't possible. I remember the first Father's day after my dad died. Or rather I remember a couple weeks before that day, when waiting for my mom at the check out line in Wal-Mart I walked over to a card display chock full of cards celebrating the awesomeness of dads. I picked one up and then was hit with the realization that I would never again buy a card for my dad. While I obviously on some level had already known this, I hadn't seriously considered it. And the effect of having just done so felt like I had been punched in the stomach. In that moment the pain of losing my dad felt as close and new and raw as the day he died. In the years since, I have spent every Father's Day doing at least one thing to honor my dads memory. Once I actually did buy a card, I'd wrote him a letter in it and then left it on a park bench. Today I woke up and danced around my apartment to one of his favorite songs. The weather was beautiful (and mercifully not humid), so I went for a short hike through the woods, something he would have enjoyed. I ate good food, and spent some time reading a good book – both things he loved. I listened to some Harry Potter on cd (a favorite pastime for us both!), and I even had Prairie Home Companion playing in the background as I ate breakfast. I also tried to draw some inspiration from his engineering mind to come up with a solution for some DIY home improvement although I'm not sure how successful I was.

I love my dad and always will. He was the strongest man I have ever known in so many ways. He loved me and my sisters and my mom, and never failed to let us know it. He set an example I think few people can ever meet. While I miss him more than I have words to express I am so thankful that out of all the dads in the world he was mine.

Humidity - I so love to hate it!

All week I've felt this great urge - almost a need - to write, but I haven't been able to focus long enough on a topic to write anything. I still haven't really, but I feel like I have to post something, even if it's something short.

Two years ago in March we had some days that hit 80 degrees, and the humidity that accompanied them was unbearable. Last year, March stuck to normal temperatures, but I distinctly remember the awful heat that hit way before summer temperatures should. This year winter was freezing, and spring didn't come around until May. Most of the people around me kept up a constant whirl of complaints regarding this I however, loved it. I loved it and savoured every second because I knew it couldn't last. Knew that in the blink of an eye the cool mornings, chilly evenings, and comfortable afternoons would disaperate, and I would find myself in a bog of heat and, so much worse, humidity.

Well, that day has finally come. It is 80+ degrees right now, and the humidity has made it hard for me to breathe today. The worst thing though is that it's not nearly as bad as it will become. I remember days last summer where the number 8 was replaced with a 9, and the levels of humidity were through the roof. I felt like I would suffocate in my apartment. I am so not looking forward to that again.

Aspire

Every May the company I work for sends a select group of employees to spend 4 days in Orlando, Florida. Employees nominated to go are those that have demonstrated strong leadership and initiative throughout the previous year, and while in Florida they find themselves in a crazy hectic schedule that perfectly combines leadership development and Disney fun! The name of this even is Aspire, and this year I was awarded with the chance to take part in this amazing opportunity.

The event started with a very early Sunday morning arrival at the Portland airport. When I walked through the automatic doors I saw my director and small number of other employees already in line at the ticket counter. That line only continued to grow, and I was so glad that I arrived when I did. Due largely to a staffing shortage for the airline, the check in process was nothing short of a fiasco. Thankfully, because I had arrived when I did my wait was minimal (30 minutes), and made it through security with enough time for me to get Starbucks (since I hadn’t had any coffee yet this was a godsend). But to give you an example of what I mean by fiasco, when they started boarding the plane there were still 30 employees at the ticket counter trying to check in. Somehow it all worked itself out and our flight left more or less on time. It took two flights to get to Orlando and both were pretty uneventful. A bus service was waiting for us at the airport and in no time were seated and headed off to the hotel.

Disney’s website lists the Yacht Club as one of its “Resort” hotels, and it does not disappoint! The resort and Unum had arranged our own welcome and check-in area and within minutes of getting my room and conference info I was ushered into our own little “dining hall” filled with good food and coffee! There was a group event planned for that evening but there were several hours between lunch and then, which meant free time to explore! I passed the afternoon walking with my coworkers, walking through the Boardwalks shops and restaurants and soaking in the sun and excitement that was everywhere we looked!

That first night we had a welcome “South Beach Soiree” on Shipwreck beach right in front of the hotel. There were tables full of delicious food, an open bar (which mean nothing to me but made a lot of other people very happy), music, entertainment, and visits from Mickey and Minnie Mouse and Donald and Daisy Duck. I got my picture taken with Mickey and Minnie, participated in the hula hooping competition (I got second among the women), and danced – yes actually danced in public – and had an all around blast! When I got back to my room, there was a gift bag on the bed holding a huge massive Mickey Mouse beach towel. I’ll say here, that each of us had our own hotel room, and it was truly a luxury to have my own quiet space to go back to each night and to have breakfast in bed in the morning!

Our schedule for the week was to attend conference sessions in the mornings, free time in the afternoons, and then a fun group event for each night. We were given a pass that would get us into any of the Disney parks, but Monday there was only one place on my mind: Magic Kingdom. I went with one other woman from my department and we walked through the park soaking up the excitement and happiness surrounding us. I would have liked to go on some of the rides but decided I didn’t want to waste my time waiting in line. Well, I didn’t want to wait in line with one big exception. To me there was one thing that without doubt was worth waiting for, and that was to meet Ariel. The Little Mermaid is my favorite Disney movie, Ariel is my second favorite princess, and this chance was not something I was going to pass up. Thankfully my co-worker didn’t mind waiting with me, and thankfully even though it was hot, we were out of the sun and avoided a potentially bad sunburn.

Now, I like to think that, for the most part, I am able to present myself as a grown responsible adult. A person who knows the movies I grew up watching were the most wonderful representations of make believe, but were nonetheless make believe. Someone who knew that Disney princesses were not real. But when my turn came for me to go up and meet Ariel and she looked at me with those big green eyes, and talked to me, asking me questions that only the real Ariel would ask, I felt myself turn back into the child who knew that magic and mermaids and fairytales were real. I couldn’t even think straight, couldn’t form a coherent sentence, so stunned I was by this revelation!

Wandering through the rest of the park we also saw Gaston and Cinderella’s evil stepmother and stepsisters walking around the park (although I didn’t meet them). We did a little bit of shopping and I got my one souvenir from the trip – a Beauty and the Beast tea cup (I do want to say that I was very proud of myself for not buying every coffee cup I saw because I definitely wanted to!), and in no time I found the one and only Starbucks in the park (not too surprising this is me we’re talking about). I also saw that Hall of Presidents show, which was really cool!

That evening we all met up at the hotel and were bussed over to Animal Kingdom. The park itself was closed for the day, but my company had made arrangements for us to go into the park after hours and for the whole night we had “Dinoland” all to ourselves. There were rides that we could go on as many times as we wanted to with no waiting! There were carnival games that we got to play over and over and over again. They had caricature artists there and everyone who wanted to got drawn for free! There was more music and dancing, and of course lots of great food. Goofy and Pluto made an appearance too! I participated in all of it, and was blissfully worn out by the time I got back to my room. There was another gift waiting for me too, a super comfy t-shirt that said Aspire (it’s my new favorite pj shirt now), and a box of cookies!

 

On Tuesday after the conference, I and the same coworker decided to spend our afternoon walking through Epcot. I had heard a lot of wonderful things about the different countries and was excited to take a trip around the world! We wandered through France, Morocco, Japan, The US, Italy, Germany and China. Right before we got to China we stopped a little shopping stall and I found there a little flier showing where and when multiple Disney characters would be greeting guests. I had up to that point seen Princess Aurora, SnowWhite and Mulan, but hadn’t felt a need to stand in line to meet them. But scanning that list there was one name that jumped out instantly: Belle. My favorite Disney princess of all time ever! And she would be waiting in France to greet people in less than an hour. 

I stayed with my group long enough to watch a very cool movie in China, before backtracking and racing to France. Even though I got there right on time, a good long line had already amassed, and I was a little nervous they would cut it off before I got to say hello (the characters are only there for 30 minutes at time). Thankfully I worried for nothing, and quietly waited, melting in the super hot sun, for my turn. The line slowly dwindled and finally I was walking toward Belle. Each step I took lead me farther away from the 26 year old woman I was, and back to the 6 year old I had once been. I was practically trembling with excitement as I told her she was my favorite princess, and we talked about our hiking and riding horses and of course reading. When I got my picture taken with her I said goodbye and walked away positively glowing.  I was once more the little girl who believed in enchanted castles in the woods, and that a single rose held the power to change ones destiny.

Our group event that night was something I had been anxiously awaiting from the second I had seen the itinerary months before: Cirque du Soleil. I had been introduced to the impossibly fantastical performances this company produces years ago when I watched the shows on video at my aunt and uncles. I had loved everything I had seen then, and was certain that seeing a show in person would only amaze me more. I was not wrong.

The show we saw was “La Nouba” and the company’s website describes it as “La Nouba is the meeting of two worlds poles apart: the fantastic world of the circus artists - the Cirques (circus people), sporting bright, fluorescent colours–and that of the Urbains (urbanites), who wear dark, monochromatic outfits. When these two worlds first make contact, the magic and amazing feats of the one set fire to the pale mundanity of the other”. This doesn’t really explain much, and the show itself didn’t really do that either, but I think that is part of the beauty of it all. We are provided with the basics allowing our imagination to fill in the spaces between with a beautiful story. The live music and singing was phenomenal, and the performers and what they did left me speechless, shocked and delighted. It is truly astonishing the feats they are capable of.

After the show, we walked across the street to enjoy dinner at the House of Blues. There were tables full of delicious food waiting for us, and we ate while listening to great music from a live band. I heard from many employees that the whole night there was full of crazy fun, but after eating me and a few others decided to walk through the shops of Downtown Disney and so we left. After 3 days of crazy action packed activity, it was nice to move at a slow leisurely pace, and after we had done all the shopping we desired (or in my case window shopped), we hopped back onto the bus back to the hotel. That night’s gift was wicked cool – a set of speakers for my iPod (this was something I’d been wanting for a while) and an iTunes gift card!

As for the actual conference, I don’t plan on going into a lot of detail. I do think it was very well put together and that I gained some useful tools to help me with my job now, and my career in the future. Throughout everything we did the emphasis was on the customer, and how we can better ourselves and our company to provide the best customer service experience possible. On the first day our keynote speaker was Peter Sheahan. He has is the found and CEO of ChangeLabs which is (as stated on his website)  a “global consultancy delivering large-scale behavioral change projects for clients such as Apple and IBM, Peter Sheahan has worked with some of the world’s leading brands in the area of innovation and change”. If any of you ever get a chance to hear him speak take it, he did a phenomenal job. He has also written several international bestselling books which I definitely plan on reading.

On Tuesday, we had a group exercise focused on the concept of design thinking. It is a human centered approach to innovation that I find refreshing, and for anyone interested in learning what it’s about I recommend going to the website of IDEO. This is a company that runs off this concept, and one that looks like it would be a lot of fun to work for!

Our last morning of the conference was our community service project. My company is big on corporate social responsibility and regularly encourages and supports its employees in their philanthropic efforts. This day we put together grab bags, ribbons, and created signs of encouragement for the Special Olympics of Florida Summer Games which were to be held the following week. This was a lot fun, and culminated with us presenting the Special Olympics of FL with a large donation.

One of the company executives was on stage getting to wrap everything up when Heidi Hightower (our delightfully hilarious Disney host) came rushing up the steps telling him to hold everything because there was one last surprise for us all. She said that as a thank you for everything that we do, they wanted to give us a special parting gift. This conference was held in a large conference room at the Yacht club, with huge sets of double doors around three sides of the room. As she said this the two sets of doors closest to me burst open, and through one of them came Mickey and Minnie Mouse! Even though we had all seen them the first night this was very exciting and the room immediately erupted in applause and cheers. A few second after they made their entrance, through the second set of doors danced in Cinderella and Prince Charming!!!! I gave a small shriek of joy at the sight of them, and I was not the only one. Most, if not all, of us were by now on our feet clapping and cheering, so it took me a few moments to realize that across the room Goofy and Pluto were working their way through the crowd, and that a few steps behind them were Snow White and Dopey!! I was so excited and beyond thrilled to see all of them. I of course had to get my picture taken with Cinderella and then practically skipped over to get one with Snow White. It was so cool that the company

had brought them out just for us, and was no doubt the most perfectly spectacular way to end a most magical week!

Randoms

Growing up some of my favorite books of all time were the Ramona Quimy books. I'm not sure if I ever actually read the books, but we had them on tape, and I listened to them over and over and over. I loved Ramona, and I probably always will. I stumbled across this quote yesterday, and so far it's my favorite quote of this week:

Beverly Cleary when asked “WHY DO YOU THINK THAT CHILDREN LOVE RAMONA QUIMBY SO MUCH?” responded:
“Because [Ramona] does not learn to be a better girl. I was so annoyed with the books in my childhood, because children always learned to be ‘better’ children and, in my experience, they didn’t. They just grew, and so I started Ramona… and she has never reformed. [She’s] really not a naughty child, in spite of the title Ramona the Pest. Her intentions are good, but she has a lot of imagination, and things sometimes don’t turn out the way she expected.”


On a more serious note, I read this article this morning and wanted to pass it along. I had never even come remotely close to considering the effects of those tiny little beads that always made my skin feel so clean. I am glad that action is being taken, and hope that it spreads throughout the country. I'm also intrigued by the alternative idea they offer at the end - using cocoa nibs - I will have to come up with my own DIY scrub. Not only will it be more environmentally friendly, but I have no doubt it will smell better too!

http://www.npr.org/2014/05/21/313157701/why-those-tiny-microbeads-in-soap-may-pose-problem-for-great-lakes

Mavis Gallant

Almost 3 months ago, driving home from work listening to "The World" on PRI, I learned that Mavis Gallant had died. Until that day, I had never heard of this woman, but am so grateful that this is no longer the case. For those of you who don't know, Mavis Gallant was born in Canada, but just before turning 30 decided to upend her life and move to Paris to become a fiction writer (she had up to this point been working as a journalist). Her adventure was a triumphant success; she won numerous literary awards for her short stories, many of which were featured in The New Yorker.

The story I heard on the radio described the strength and beauty of her writing in such a beautiful way, that her name ran across my mind almost daily afterwards, and about a month ago I raced into my library and stepped out with a copy of Paris Stories. Published in 2002, Paris Stories is " Michael Ondaatje's new selection of Gallant's work gathers some of the most memorable of her stories set in Europe and Paris, where Gallant has long lived. Mysterious, funny, insightful, and heartbreaking, these are tales of expatriates and exiles, wise children and straying saints. Together they compose a secret history, at once intimate and panoramic, of modern times." (Amazon's description).

Whenever I read a book and come across a line or passage that I find particularly intriguing I often underline those words, so that I can easily find them whenever, if ever, I am tempted to do so. Unfortunately libraries have a tendency to frown on patrons doing this to the books they borrow (I can't imagine why), so whenever reading a library book I am forced to place sticky tabs over the words I would normally underline and copy them out later. I finished reading Paris Stories last night, and am now holding a book littered with such stickies.

Every page held my attention, captivated my imagination, and left me eager to find out what happened next. Her descriptions delighted my love of language. The characters in her stories were so real they could have stepped out of the pages and walked down Maine Street in Brunswick without skipping a beat. I disliked some of them, was confused by others, loved many. Knowing their lives made mine richer. I will definitely be looking for more of her stories, and highly recommend that everyone do the same.

History is Incredible

http://www.npr.org/blogs/thesalt/2014/05/13/311127237/turnspit-dogs-the-rise-and-fall-of-the-vernepator-cur

I had never heard of these dogs, or their "jobs", until I stumbled across this article a couple days ago.
I had never even thought about the turning of the spits it kitchens.
It makes me wonder just how many stories in history I'm missing out on....

A Few Short Rambling Thoughts

This week I got to spend a few spectacular days in one of the most magical places on earth - Disneyworld! I experienced so much and left with beautiful memories that I plan on sharing hearing here, but I want to write it right, so I won't be doing that today. Instead here are just a few small things.
On my trip I started, and finished, reading "Water for Elephants" by Sara Gruen. I know I'm a little behind on the times, and that this book was so popular a movie came out in 2011. The story follows the character of Jacob Jankowski, who after experiencing a family tragedy, is unable to finish veterinary school and instead finds himself acting as vet for the train travelling Benzini Brothers circus. I loved the book, and found my imagination captivated from beginning to end; I loved being able to glimpse into the circus world of the 1930s. However I  definitely was left feeling very grateful that world no longer exists. The exploitation of both the circus "freaks" and the animals that were used, is something that hurts the heart.This story ended beautifully, and left one with the possibility of adventure no matter what their age or where they are in life.

This morning I woke up to a cloudy, dreary sky and rain singing on the streets. It was very hard for me to leave the alluring dream of spending the morning in pjs, curled up in bed, reading and drinking coffee out of my new Disney cup. I did manage to do so, and headed off to the humane society to volunteer dressed in jeans and a light sweater. The cold and rain lasted through my morning at the shelter, and a beautiful hike at Bradbury Mountain. While it has since warmed up (and dried up), I do love that the weather is such that I can still comfortably wear my favorite sweaters. I know that this sentiment is not something shared by the majority of my friends in Maine.

Lastly, this past week my beautiful younger sister Kairi celebrated a birthday AND graduated from college!!! Even from 4000+ miles away I could tell how hard she worked at school, and how tough it was at times for her to stick through it. I am so proud of her and am very excited for this next phase of her life!!!