Jul 22

“In all your dealings with one another, speak the truth to one another in love that you may grow up.” Paul of Tarsus

Summer’s always been a wistful time for me. Something about the way the sun shines or the lack of things to get done-though there are still a few- remind me of the people I love. Being in Lincoln has been a bit different. I miss my family, and not only because I’m buying my own groceries. I miss making supper with my mom, watching “Price is Right” with Jillian until noon, swimming, summer nights with windows down and music blasting, Dad’s annual crawfish boil, Tyler friends,
and stuff….But not the monsoon season of summer 2007 and working overnights at Target. There are things to be thankful for.

A friend and I talked briefly last night about our culture of consumerism, and I kept thinking about how much I used to like who I was. Not that I don’t anymore. But, it’s humbling to think of how much I’ve fallen in love with “stuff.” Not pleasure in enjoying what I have, but needing more.

So, story time:
The day after Aaron and I left MN, I got a call from my dad. My uncle had apparently been in a boating accident that day- he and my cousin were kneeboarding, hit some waves, and fell off. My cousin was fine, but my uncle was knocked unconscious by my cousin’s kneeboard as it flew across the wake. The kneeboard rocked him. He has a smashed face, essentially- fortunately, the hit missed his nose and mouth and landed on the right side of his face. He’s back at his home in Denver now, waiting for the swelling to go down so he can have surgery to repair his eye and jaw.
But that’s not all.
After his first scan, a tumor the size of a walnut was found on his pituitary gland, which, apparently, would have blinded him within months. The neurosurgeon in Fargo, ND (where he was ambulanced from the lake) said the tumor appeared benign.
My uncle was most upset that he wouldn’t be able to compete in a marathon he’s been training for in August.

Like this picture.
Go! Self-timer!



“Mandela can’t come to our rescue any more,”
“But his example can.”

Day 2 or so, and a smashed ocular socket.

I’m at the boy’s house waiting for him to finish grilling our hamburgers—a George Foreman is no substitute for the charcoal-burning carbon monoxide-producing barbeque grill of my youth. I guess it will do until the girls and I move to the new apartments in a month or so.

For the past 2 weeks I’ve been traveling- Denver and Buena Vista, CO. with Aaron’s family and NE, IA, SD, ND and MN with my own family. Many crazy stories, some of which I’ll elaborate on later…including the smashed ocular socket saga. 
Now, I have to solve a hamburger crisis. Stupid George Foreman.
Anywho, glad to be back.

Day 1.

Hoorah for inaugural postings! Tomorrow the Crunch and I are going to his family’s home in the Western part of the state. From there we’ll spend the long weekend white-water rafting, hiking, camping and enjoying the company of one another.

Then, Sunday, he and I will head 20 hours to the northeast to celebrate “The Anderson’s at the Lakes,” my family’s celebration of my grandparent’s 60 years of marriage. Pretty spectacular in an age where most love stories evolve from affairs or scandals. 
I’ve been neglecting reading for the past few months, and, though I would like to blame it on a hectic schedule or lack of material, I have 3 unpacked boxes of books in my apartment and I spent last Saturday watching Jersey Girl, My Big Fat Greek Wedding and assorted episodes of MTV’s made all afternoon. Pathetic? Anyway, I’m looking for material, so please pass along authors/titles you’ve enjoyed.
I recently wrote an article for the nebraska.edu website about Ted Sorensen, Nebraska alumnus and former Kennedy adviser and speechwriter, and was ecstatic to learn of his hosting a luncheon for Scott Kleeb’s senate campaign. Really great writer and interesting man.
Finally, I want one: http://www.baggubag.com