Nothing to Say Part II

So it’s been a week since I last blogged, and two weeks since I last blogged anything original…It’s time once again to update my site but…I have nothing to say. (Scott says I should do a blog on what to do if your blog is tormenting you…)

I could comment on the movie I saw this afternoon or the book I’m reading or the inevitable change of seasons or the holidays. I could say something political or familial or thankful, but, hey, I don’t feel like it.

It’s been a great day. I decided today that Thanksgiving weekend is the best weekend of the year because it’s essentially a holiday followed by TWO Saturdays then a day of rest before the workweek starts again. And I have been working – just thirty hours a week for Scott’s company for a few weeks until they’ve caught up with a backlog of paperwork. (I still have my itty bitty reporter job as well, though it almost doesn’t count…)

I’m enjoying this temp job in a strange, clerical sort of way. It’s fairly mindless, which allows my mind to wander over a lot of interesting ideas. (I jot them down.) There are people in my new workplace – real people, not just a bird and a dog – who are friendly but busily occupied in their own cubicles. I sit in the south conference room with a fantastic view of I-15, but I rarely look up.

Working has given me a new appreciation for what Scott does and what my mom did (and still does) – how difficult it is to be away from home! And I am only working part-time. Over the past couple of weeks I’ve gotten more and more used to this new schedule. The lobby receptionist knows me now and greets me cheerfully as I come and go. I know the best routes to and from school from the office, beginning and ending each work day with my traditional carpool.

My time at home is spent more efficiently now – it has to be. I shop when everyone else shops. I go to bed earlier.

I look forward to running out of piles of paperwork in a couple of weeks and coming home again to devote myself more wholeheartedly to my real life’s work and to my real dreams.

But for now, life is good.

More Food for Thought...

Emily's depiction of the ultimate ice cream sundae

Here are a few quotes I've collected recently -- I hope I haven't already posted any of them on my blog...Enjoy!

My dog is worried about the economy because Alpo is up to $3.00 a can. That's almost $21.00 in dog money. - Joe Weinstein

Courage is the price that life exacts for granting peace.
The soul that knows it not, knows no release
From little things:
Knows not the livid loneliness of fear,
Nor mountain heights where bitter joy can hear
The sound of wings.
-- A.E. Housman

Language is a power tool. -- Herbert Gans, Columbia University sociologist

It makes little difference how many university courses or degrees a person may own. If he cannot use words to move an idea from one point to another, his education is incomplete. -- Norman Cousins, autobiography

The right word may be effective, but no word was ever as effective as a rightly timed pause. – Mark Twain

Be brief; for it is with words as with sunbeams – the more they are condensed the deeper they burn. – Robert Southey

The only man I know who behaves sensibly is my tailor; he takes my measurements anew each time he sees me. The rest go on with their old measurements and expect me to fit them. ~George Bernard Shaw

The most exhausting thing in life is being insincere. ~Anne Morrow Lindbergh

Up to a point a man's life is shaped by environment, heredity, and movements and changes in the world about him. Then there comes a time when it lies within his grasp to shape the clay of his life into the sort of thing he wishes to be. Only the weak blame parents, their race, their times, lack of good fortune, or the quirks of fate. Everyone has it within his power to say, 'This I am today; that I will be tomorrow.' ~Louis L'Amour

One cannot spend forever sitting and solving the mysteries of one's history. ~Lemony Snicket

Don't worry about the world coming to an end today. It's already tomorrow in Australia - Charles Schulz

The Truth Behind Saturday Morning Cartoons

I sat down to watch the Saturday morning cartoons with my daughter, Emily, age 8. The only cartoon she really likes is Tom & Jerry (she has excellent tastes -- that was the only cartoon I ever really liked, too), but we decided to give "Horseland" a try. From what I could tell, it's about a fancy riding school, and all of the horses are beautiful with long, flowing, pastel-colored manes. It was basically a soap opera with cartoon horses.

Emily tolerated the storyline okay, but she came to life for the commercials, which featured one toy after another (I guess they really did ban breakfast cereal advertising a few years ago). Soon Emily was rummaging through the supply cabinet for a pen and an index card to make out her Christmas list. The list grew longer and longer. By that evening I had purchased one item on her shopping list -- a toy she had never seen before watching the Saturday Morning Cartoons.

It took me a minute to figure it out, but the Saturday Morning Cartoons are really nothing more than the Home Shoppping Network. Parents beware, and have your children do chores on Saturday mornings instead.

Book Review: Ladder of Years by Anne Tyler

I picked up this book because a) Anne Tyler is a respected literary novelist worthy of emulation, and b) the story intrigued me: middle aged housewife wanders away from her family while vacationing at the seashore -- just gets up and walks off into a new, solitary life for no apparent reason.

I've read other Anne Tyler novels in the past and I saw the film adaptation of The Accidental Tourist, so I knew that she favored flat, staid (even emotionally dwarfed) characters -- they are in this book as well. Even Delia, the main character, flattens before she gradually expands. (Her life becomes excruciatingly dull while she's 'on the lamb,' because she's on a vacation from all emotion -- at least I think that's why.) I found Delia's husband Sam to be unrealistically dull and humorless. I'm not sure that such people actually exist. Everyone, in my experience, takes some pleasure in life and has some moments of levity -- everyone has some emotional range -- but not Sam. When her husband, her children, her mother-in-law, and her siblings interact with her while she's away, they are unrealistically polite and composed. Delia's 15-year-old son is slightly belligerant, but not as belligerant as he might reasonably be after being abandoned by his mother.

As the book progressed, I kept expecting Delia to suffer some negative consequences for leaving without saying a word to anyone. I wanted someone to yell at her. I wanted her to miss someone inconsulably, realize her mistake, and go home. While I liked the ending (which I will not divulge), I thought it still lacked some satifying emotional quality for me.

But then who am I to criticize when on the whole I really liked it? Anne Tyler's writing is good, simple, and clear. She invokes the sense of smell frequently throughout the book (from the very first sentence), which was very effective in making me feel present in many of the scenes.

Review: Utah Book Festival 2008

Salt Lake City Library (Nice venue!)

I spent all day Saturday at the Utah Book Festival at the City Library downtown. I didn’t enjoy it quite as much as last year, but I enjoyed it nonetheless and parts of it were excellent. Here’s what I learned in my two favorite ‘classes’ this year:

Ann Cannon
The Loser’s Guide to Life and Love (her most recent novel)

This author writes a weekly column for the Deseret Morning News in addition to writing young adult fiction. She’s been a working writer since 1989 and she’s the mother of five sons. All of her stories take place in Salt Lake or Provo, though they are published in New York.

Ann Cannon was delightful! She talked about how she uses real people in her books – from neighbors and family members to a guy she saw at 7-11 with a boa constrictor around his neck.

She said when her sons were younger she tried to write at least 20 minutes or one page per day, but now she tries to write more. She stops writing while she’s still excited to be writing so that she will look forward to getting back to the story and know exactly where it’s going. (Sometimes she leaves herself a keyword to help her remember what scene is coming next…) What a great idea!
Richard Peck
Newbery Award winner for A Long Way from Chicago; author of 37 books

HE WAS FANTASTIC! He said he writes with his feet because he travels about a quarter of the time, but he lives in NYC and grew up in Decatur, Illinois. His mother was an educated woman, but his father was a car mechanic who stopped going to school in the sixth grade. When he read Huckleberry Finn in the fourth grade he knew he wanted to be a writer. He said he still wants to be Mark Twain, and that every writer needs a writer they wish they were to inspire them.
He said all of his books start in the library in the hope that they will end up there – he does a lot of research. When he had to write a book that took place in 1937, he did not go to history books because people who write history books are a) democrats and b) they know the future (since the book is invariably written much later than 1937). He read Time magazines from 1937 and discovered that people in the United States knew who Hitler was but weren’t very concerned about him yet, etc. Good tip – makes a lot of sense. A lot of his books are historical.
He was hilarious! He spoke about the process of getting cover art for his books and how they often get it totally wrong, which infuriates him.
Peck avidly collects opening lines and stressed the importance of a great opening line for all books. One of his favorites is “Where’s Pa going with that axe?” Do you remember where that line comes from? You’ve probably read the book…by E.B. White…That’s right – Charlotte’s Web.
He also read passages from his most recent book which will be published next fall called A Season of Gifts. I actually came home to see if he does audio for his books on CD and it does not appear that he does – but it was delightful listening to him read.



Other authors who spoke include Paul Fleischman (Newbery Winner for Joyful Noise), Sara Zarr (Story of a Girl) and the Watts Writer’s Workshop poet Wanda Coleman, who read from her most recent collections. The concluding speaker was Thrity Umrigar, an Indian writer who wrote Bridging the Space Between Us.

On Carpooling

(Our current mini van in its natural habitat, the Wal-Mart parking lot, on a family road trip.)

I began 'carpooling' (i.e., driving my children to school) out of necessity when my sons started attending a magnet school several miles from home ten years ago. I concluded it was the least I could do to give them the best possible education, and giving them the best possible education is one of my primary goals as a mother, right? (Of course it is!)

So when Taylor was in fourth grade and Tom starting first I began driving them every morning and every afternoon. Abby and Emily, strapped in their carseats as pre-schoolers, went along for the ride as well before they were themselves the reasons I went back and forth, back and forth, back and forth...adding middle schools and high schools as time went on...back and forth, back and forth, back and forth.

There was an inevitable degree of inconvenience and expense involved in the decision to carpool: scraping frost and snow from car windows, fighting traffic, racing the clock. (And as a naturally punctual person, racing the clock is the worst part of all!) On two memorable occasions Tom forgot his shoes at home (since he often put them on in the car en route) so we had to turn around and go home again...back and forth. Over the years we've added and deleted passengers to the carpool to help other families as needed.

Before my oldest graduated from the carpool to drive his own car, the odometer in our van whirled like the electric meter on the side of our house. I was constantly replacing tires and brake pads and pumping gas. My long-haul trucker brother was even impressed with the miles I logged in my mini van.

Was it worth it? Was the school that great and the teachers that exceptional? I think so. I hope so. I'm pleased with the results so far.

But the best part is...I am the vehicle for my children. I am their resource. I take them places and I bring them home. We talk en route. Sometimes we divert. Always we connect.

And all of this mutual interdependence is made possible by my husband.

Thank you, Scott.

Food for Thought

First, a quote whose source is very surprising:

..., unheard-of wonders are to be seen, performed by God: the sea is divided, a cloud has shown you the way, water has gushed from the rock, it has rained manna; all things have conspired to your greatness. The rest is up to you. God does not want to do everything Himself, and take away from us our free will and our share of the glory which belongs to us." – Machiavelli, The Prince


We are all prime numbers divisible only by ourselves. – Jean Guitton

And some wise words to soothe our worries at this time of political and economic uncertainty:

How small, of all that human hearts endure, That part which laws or kings can cause or cure! - Samuel Johnson