That’s What It’s All About

Where is the winter storm the alarmists were crowing about yesterday?  I went to sleep thinking I would wake up and see snow on the garage roof.  While the temperatures have dropped to a very un-April-like temperature, as of yet I see no snow.

In the “this is my life, not a lifestyle blog” category, last week was a disturbing mix of events.  They all involved people I love and want to protect, so I’ll refrain from disclosing the dramatic details.  And because this is generally a “Susie Sunshine with just a sprinkle of sarcasm” type of blog, I feel a certain obligation to remain optimistic about humanity.  Some weeks are harder than others, as you will soon see.

Here’s a sprinkle, written in such a way as to protect the anonymous.

Yesterday was the long-awaited Missa Solemnis performance at the Basilica of Saints Peter and Paul in Lewiston.    I wrote a feature about it for the local paper and the writing project was a wonderful learning experience.

The event itself was quite luxurious; unfortunately, some “grey hairs” sitting behind me didn’t have their hearing aids turned up sufficiently and I could hear everything they said before the performance began.  For instance, during the welcoming remarks, I heard one of them say something disparaging about each of the three speakers.  It was unbecoming and untoward for “women of a certain age” to be randomly blatting out every thought that crossed their minds in a public place.  The loudest of the three, not being a trained singer, may not have realized the volume and dimension of her voice.  Or maybe it’s just that she didn’t know the woman sitting in front of her had bionic hearing and a blog.  Nevertheless, it was a “teachable moment” for me and a good reminder of how I don’t want to behave in public “when I am an old woman” in spite of the current spirit of the age.

I’m sure they’re perfectly lovely ladies.

On a lighter “lifestyle blog” note, I’ll be blending up a spinach smoothie soon and I think I’ll make a broccoli and cheese frittata for dinner tonight.  We’ll have salad on the side with some homemade blue cheese dressing.

Pussy Willows

Despite the number of bumper stickers proclaiming humanity’s confusion about the “hokey pokey,” that’s what it’s all about.

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The Pinnacle of Spring

I’ve spent a few evenings cleaning up my “Surprise Garden.”  Someone on Maple Street is drinking a lot of vodka.

Pinnacle
I can’t even begin to understand it.

If I were a drinker, I could use cotton candy vodka (or an excess of it) as an excuse for not writing a blog today.  I’m not a drinker, but I’m taking today off because I have to get my “stuff” together for my annual tax appointment.  I hope you understand.

See you back here on Monday!

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On the Road to China

Have you noticed I’ve spelled “Wedgwood” incorrectly here on the blog over the years?  I was mortified to discover it.  Mortified and covered in layers of embarrassment, visualizing the world laughing at me.

On The Road to China...MaineI picked up a set of WEDGWOOD bone china last week, courtesy of Craig’s List.  It’s a short story about a long drive on a road leading to China…Maine.

I won’t be making that grievous spelling error again.

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A Maine Easter Tableau

We had a busy Easter weekend.  Lots of running around, church, time with family, and then a Sunday drive to visit friends in “the country.”

Knock Knock

I contemplated writing a post about “lifestyle blogs” and how they’re a marketing fabrication targeting vulnerable demographic data sets.  But I had a dream last night that I a) had a cat, b) lost my pocketbook, and c) had a home invasion.  Thus, I woke up screaming at something that went bump in the night and I’ve lost my writing mojo.

This is my life, not a lifestyle blog.

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Of Things Still Standing

There was a Mass of the Lord’s Supper at the Basilica of Saints Peter and Paul in Lewiston yesterday.  The Schola Cantorum sang parts of the mass in Latin and there was no shortage of incense.  As I later told my brother by e-mail “I’ve never seen such a smoking.  It literally hung in a heavy cloud over the altar.”

Still StandingI’ve written about Good Friday before.  Click on the oak tree by the river to read one of these recollections of the solemn day.

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Whatever is Good

When I reviewed my photos for today’s blog, I found this one.

Good Life

It was a calming image and I texted Handy from the quiet of my house “we’ve got a good life here.”

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Directing Traffic

My blog stats are at an all-time low today, although WordPress would never hurt my feelings by telling me such a thing.  They would only proclaim analytical information to me on days when my blog stats are “booming” from spam hits.

The truth is I really don’t care about my blog stats.  And since very few are watching and reading, I’m going to recycle some material I posted on my Lady Alone Traveler blog over at the Sun Journal.  Click on the picture below to read about the Fort Fairfield Carnegie Library, a lovely place if there ever was one.

Directing TrafficI’m only here to direct the digital traffic today.

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Solemnis

Are you familiar with the folk tale, “Henny Penny?”  Here in the United States, the tale is sometimes called “Chicken Little.”  In short, an acorn falls on a chicken’s head and the chicken panics.  “The sky is falling!”  There are two endings, one happy and one not so happy.  Foxes, chickens…you know how that generally works out.

Lately, as I’ve scanned the news, read blogs, and listened to the radio, I’ve seen and heard a lot of hand wringing and Henny Penny-ism.  Why wouldn’t you think the sky is falling?  There is violence, riots, and a man with a big yellow pompadour strutting about the national stage.  There is a daily drumbeat of “the sky is falling.”  It’s hard to look away from it.

Look away.

Fort FairfieldThat’s the Fort Fairfield Library in Fort Fairfield, Maine.  It’s a pleasant diversion from the “falling sky” meme.  This little library near the Canadian border is one of my favorites.  It was quiet the day we visited and the sun brightened the rooms in a certain way that encouraged silence and contemplation.  There was an inviting chair next to a now-unused fireplace which beckoned solemn pursuits like reading and thinking.

I’m glad I’m not a professional political blogger, compensated for creating new content about the same story day after day.  Just this blog and an occasional article about food or events for the local newspaper.  The story I’m working on this week is a feature on a classical music concert.

On April 3, 2016, the Maine Music Society in conjunction with Bates College will give a performance of Beethoven’s Missa Solemnis at The Basilica of Saints Peter and Paul in Lewiston.  This work is considered by some to be the most difficult piece of choral music ever written, with over 100 voices and a 65 piece orchestra.  I’ve interviewed a number of the singers; men and women with jobs and things to do in addition to practicing this complex piece of music.  None of the singers I interviewed mentioned that the sky was falling.

As part of my research for the story, I attended a practice session at the Bates College Olin Arts Center.  The singers were warming up with progressive scales when I entered the auditorium.  John Corrie, the conductor, was at the piano and there was so much warmth and electricity in the room.  There was not one unhappy face visible.

It felt like a locomotive train idling in the station in preparation for a long-anticipated journey.

That’s what I’m working on today.  I’m trying to “get inside” this piece of music and finish my feature story.  It will run on Sunday, March 27, 2017.

Let’s hope the sky doesn’t fall before then.

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The Little Teapot

It’s the little things that make life pleasant, like…

Butter
…serving butter beautifully!

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Forget Me Not

I like to think I know exactly what to do when someone dies.  I’ve carefully studied Emily Post’s Etiquette and I follow the outlined steps.  I attend funerals and I send sympathy cards.  I try to be sensitive in my conversations with those who have suffered a loss. I’ve blogged about death and I thought I had some credibility as a comforter to the grieved.

Then I read Linda Andrews’ book Please Bring Soup.

Andrews wrote this book about the unexpected and devastating loss of her husband in September, 2011; he died just two weeks after the death of her father.  Nothing could have prepared her for the emotions she experienced in the aftermath.  Her book is a compilation of first person narrative, journal entries, correspondence, and guidance for those who find themselves among the grieving.  Her writing style is telegraphic, with short bursts of emotion.  She is honest and direct and says grief is a full-time job.

Early on in the book, she gives the following advice:

It is important to remember that when someone experiences loss, it becomes about them, not you.

This was the most important sentence in the book.  When we weep with those who are weeping, we do it to sympathize with their pain.  It’s really not about us.

In her chapter “What you Say or Do Not Say Hurts,” she provides this wonderful advice for what to say when you greet someone who is grieving:

“How are you,” is a normal everyday greeting, yet it can be very upsetting to hear when you are grieving.  You just suffered a loss so how the heck do they think you are?  It just does not make sense to people that are grieving.

She suggests a better alternative of “How is today going?”  It’s subtle, but thoughtful and acknowledges that the person who suffered a loss might not be doing okay.

She also shares her feelings about the troublesome “let me know if there is anything I can do to help.”

While their intentions were good, it put the responsibility on me.  So in my worst most terrible time, I have to think of something you can do and then call you and let you know what that is.

I had never thought about that simple sentence in this way before.

Later in the book, she reiterates this theme:

Friends and family make suggestions and you think; I cannot process what you are saying.

Forget-Me-NotOne of my dear friends, Mary, lost her only son, Sean, to cancer.  He was only 40 years old and although I never met him, I’ve heard so much about him in the years I’ve known Mary.  In some small way, I feel like I do know him.

After reading Please Bring Soup, I sent Mary an e-mail and told her how the book made me think about the pattern of her own grief.  She said:

This year has been very difficult for some reason.  I just miss hearing Sean and just being able to call him and talk to him.  He always had a way of making a gray day bright again.  Perhaps that’s just a mother’s love but he was a witty guy who could always put a smile on your face no matter what.  I miss having that. 

Then she said something that I’ve also observed in my own experiences among the grief-stricken.

It is good that you read and it would be good for everyone to read such books but we in the US of A are afraid to talk about death and the effect of it on the people left behind.

Isn’t that true?  We really don’t want to talk about death in our culture.  We perk up if it’s a movie star or singer, but not so much when it’s our neighbor or co-worker.  It might never be easy but I think you’ll find Linda Andrews’ book, Please Bring Soup, a practical guide to help those who are hurting.

You can buy it here.

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