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July, 2008:

into Vermont

bigger than I amThe trip to Vermont went well. Two stops for feedings (one which included ice cream for Jess and I), and we still made it in about 5 hours.

There was lots of family waiting for us when we got there. Had a great dinner and good times. Then settled in at my brother’s place, made a late night trip to the Laundromat, and then called it a night.

This morning, I’m up for coffee and photo editing in downtown Burlington. Later today we’ll all go out exploring.

Even though they didn’t say it out loud, their faces spoke loudly enough. They didn’t approve and they didn’t think she should go through with this. But it was far too late now. Her eyes were wide, her hair wet with sweat, and she was all alone in this room. She was having Holiday. She would be a good mother. And she was never speaking to her family again.

OneWord // HOLIDAY

Celeste: World Traveller

We don’t have a lot of time this morning. We’re in Syracuse and about to head out to Vermont for family festivities. Just thought I’d share this photo of Celeste waiting for the plane yesterday.

waiting for a ride

celeste smiling

a typical day

Every day goes pretty much like this for me, it’s just the details that are different.

I went to bed last night with the goal of getting up this morning, publishing a photograph or two, and writing something interesting, at least to me. I probably should have forced myself to do it last night, but the long day I had was wearing me thin and I was already starting to fall asleep. So I just went to bed.

I was wide awake at 3:30am. But, forced myself back to sleep knowing I have an even longer day in front of me. My alarm went off at 4:45am, just like I asked it to. I hit snooze. I thought I hit snooze. At 6:30am I get out of bed.

Knowing that I’ve lost two hours of my morning I can choose between A) being to work much later than I’d intended, B) not publishing anything, or C) just being a little later than planned and publishing something quick and easy. I go for option C. As I start to search for a photo I realize I haven’t done a quick cleanup operation in my photo catalog in quite a while so I kick it off. Of course it gives me trouble. It should take 5 minutes. It’s been running for over 20. And then, the software crashes and the clean up is lost. Of course.

burning in the daySo now I haven’t written anything (except for this). I managed to get the software back up and pulled a photo out of it. Of course, I had to edit it even quicker than usual, which means I’ll probably end up redoing it. If I wait much longer, I’ll be stuck in traffic and end up at work a lot later than I want to be.

Welcome to my life — every day.

Send love, encouragement, excitement, distractions, and anything else you can muster. I’m going to need it today.

As she looked upon him seated on the other side of the table wearing a suit that looked so expensive she couldn’t even imagine the cost, her eyes filled with tears and panic. She knew what was coming next.

“So, Sarah, in return, I have only one favor to ask of you.”

OneWord // FAVOR

upon a stranger’s time

a crowded walk aloneShe’s wearing sandals and her toes are painted light blue. The sun catches her golden hair making it radiate. She’s obviously searching for something.

I take a deep breath and stop her. I’m not from here either, but, maybe I can I help you find something? “Well, I was just looking for a little cafe to sit and have a cup of coffee.” I am too, shall we look together? We laugh at the idea, our arms folded awkwardly, our eyes searching. Then we walk down the street together, laughing and talking.

I hold the door open for her. She walks in first. It’s nothing special, nothing extraordinary, but it’s ours. Our first house. Completely ours. We laugh at the sheer possibilities and end up laying side by side in a pile of undress in the middle of the living room floor, the door still open to the hallway. I get up to use the rest room.

As I enter the living room I notice she looks even more beautiful today than yesterday. Has she done something different? Is it my love for her, ever increasing? Is it our unborn child inside her? Does it even matter? I sit next to her on the couch, kiss her growing belly, and sigh a sigh of happiness and content. We sit for a moment hand in hand, words unspoken, before she heads off into the kitchen.

“Supper’s ready!” she calls out. She’s made an early dinner for just the two.  Our two children still at home are off doing other things this evening. The table is decorated, candles are lit, wine is poured, and she looks as incredible to me as she did the day I met her on the street in New York City. We eat while talking about our day and playing footsie under the table. Even after all these years, her smile can still bring that burn to my chest. I clear the table after dinner as she goes to get herself ready. We’re supposed to meet my daughter and her husband later that evening. They’ve got some news for us.

I walk into the living room full of Christmas gifts. All of the grandchildren stare at me with hungry, glistening eyes knowing that Christmas doesn’t start until I begin handing out the gifts. So, of course, I take my time watching them squirm with excitement and burst with protest. We have a wonderful dinner that evening. No matter how old we get, it’s the one ritual we simply won’t give up. I love having all of them under my roof all at once. I feel complete. As the last of the family heads home I put on my coat and decide to go for a quick stroll in the evening light.

I walk down the street remember each event of my life as though it had only just occurred. Each moment leading to the next. I am so fortunate. I am so happy. I am so loved. I try to imagine it any other way and it simply doesn’t work. I make my way around the corner and begin walking along all the shops, closed for the day, when I spot another person walking toward me.

She’s wearing sandals and her toes are painted light blue. The sun catches her golden hair making it radiate. She’s obviously searching for something.

As a tourist, I’m sure I can’t help her find what she’s looking for in a place as large as New York City. I pass her with a smile on my face considering the possibilities and then wander into a cafe alone for a cup of coffee.

vacation?

flying overWe leave in two days with what is probably the most hectic “vacation” schedule ever. On top of that, it’ll be the first time Celeste travels anywhere more than 4 hours away. Of course, we’re crazy, so she’ll make 7 different trips to places more than 4 hours away over the course of 3 weeks. In the words of Tim Roth from the movie Four Rooms, “I haven’t got a problem. I’ve got problems. Plural.”

If everything goes as planned it will go something like this:

Thursday(7/3) morning we leave for Syracuse by plane with one connecting flight.

Friday(7/4) morning we drive 6 hours to see my family in Vermont. We’re staying at my brother’s house with his wife and my two nieces.

Saturday(7/5) we have a big get together with whatever family my Grandma manages to round up.

Sunday(7/6) afternoon we drive 6 hours back to Syracuse and meet Jess’ parents there.

Monday(7/7) morning Jess, Celeste, and Jess’ parents drive 9 hours to where her parents live. I stay in Syracuse to work. No, I’m not happy about my poor little girl making her first very lengthy car trip and adventure into another country without me, but, this is the way it works best for Jess. Otherwise, she’d have 3 days less time to spend in Canada.

Friday(7/11) morning I make the 4 hour drive to Toronto by way of Rochester, Buffalo, and, generally, taking my time taking photos. I hang out with Kim for the evening and spend time having as much fun as is allowed by law in Toronto.

Saturday(7/12) morning I make the 5 hour drive to where Jess and Celeste are.

Then we spend all most two full weeks at a summer camp on the lake in the middle of bear infested woods using an outhouse and generally lazing around and, for those who like that sort of thing, enjoying doing nothing or, for those who don’t, trying to find activities and adventures to occupy your time. Mobile phones barely work here and Internet access is unheard of so, connection to the outside world will be nearly non-existent.

Thursday(7/24) morning we make the 9 hour drive to upstate New York to see the other half of my family. We’ll either be staying in a hotel or with my Grandma, depending on who else comes up for the weekend and how well my Grandma is feeling.

Friday(7/25) we have a big get together with whatever family my mom manages to round up.

Saturday(7/26) afternoon we make the 4.5 hour drive back to Syracuse.

Sunday(7/27) morning we get on a plane back to DFW with one connecting flight.

Monday(7/28) I go back to work because I need to save my vacation time for a trip back to Canada for Christmas.

Yeah. We’re crazy. I know. I wanted to break it up into smaller trips and combine the time in New York and Vermont into one 4 day event in order to save on the travel time, but Jess gets more time in Canada this way, even if it makes the trips to see my family a little shorter and more hectic.

one word photos

A few days ago I asked for one or two word ideas for photographs. Something abstract to allow me some creativity, yet defined enough to be a challenge. Some fantastic words were provided. Oddly, almost everyone gave exactly two words. I got more words than I could possibly take in one day, so I’ve stretched this project out a bit to give myself more time to accomplish it.

These are the words I have so far. If I missed any, I’m sorry. Most of them came through Twitter and Text Messages, so they get lost easily. Please give them to me again if I did.

If you’d like to add to this, please leave a comment.

Em: Quiet. Glistening.
Justin: Ursine. Renal.
Jess: Beautiful. Carefree.
Nic: Angular. Angry.
Mary: Pricey. Steamy.
Whitney: Irreverent. Felicity.
Mario: Buxom. Penguin.
Ian: Sensual. Being.
Morgan: Hi. Dark. Bounce. Here. Why. Smile.
Sara: Tasty. Messy.
Tony: Ominous. Evil.