Weekend Coffee Share

wordswag_15073188796611453091488Weekend Coffee Share is a time for us to take a break out of our lives and enjoy some time catching up with friends (old and new)!

I’d begin by saying I can’t believe it’s still snowing. Just a few flakes are falling but it’s November 11 and I’d guess we got at least 4 inches.

I’d tell you that I was quite intrigued with James Mason in The Upturned Glass, a thriller from the 1940s. It kept me guessing.

Last Monday I attended a Study Session for the Library Board. Mainly, it was a presentation and discussion of how they can improve their practices. Some of the members are hard to read, others seem well-intentioned. I was bothered by how they are so concerned with communicating with one voice. In a democracy, differing opinions should be valued, not shut down. I’m not sure there is one voice for this board of 7. It’s rare for 7 people who represent a community to think identically.

I finished writing an article that I hope to get published in a newspaper feature, the Readers’ Digest or some general interest magazine. I sent a query off today and will have to send more.

I’m still waiting to find out when the Census work will resume. They do have a lot of workers’ background checks to complete. I have no idea how long that will take.

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St. Thomas the Apostle, Hyde Park, Chicago

Yesterday my parents and I went to Hyde Park where my nephew is studying law at the University of Chicago. His parents and brother also came and we went to church and had lunch in downtown Hyde Park. Since we didn’t want to wait for our table at the touted Virtue, a restaurant written up in the NY Times, we went down the street to Mellow Yellow. It’s a good thing the conversation was good, because the food was subpar.

See my short review below:

 Read Susan K.‘s review of Mellow Yellow on Yelphttps://www.yelp.com/embed/widgets.js

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Poem of the Week

An article online about poetry prompted me to find and share this one.

Digging

By Seamus Heaney

Between my finger and my thumb
The squat pen rests; snug as a gun.

Under my window, a clean rasping sound
When the spade sinks into gravelly ground:
My father, digging. I look down

Till his straining rump among the flowerbeds
Bends low, comes up twenty years away
Stooping in rhythm through potato drills
Where he was digging.

The coarse boot nestled on the lug, the shaft
Against the inside knee was levered firmly.
He rooted out tall tops, buried the bright edge deep
To scatter new potatoes that we picked,
Loving their cool hardness in our hands.

By God, the old man could handle a spade.
Just like his old man.

My grandfather cut more turf in a day
Than any other man on Toner’s bog.
Once I carried him milk in a bottle
Corked sloppily with paper. He straightened up
To drink it, then fell to right away
Nicking and slicing neatly, heaving sods
Over his shoulder, going down and down
For the good turf. Digging.

The cold smell of potato mould, the squelch and slap
Of soggy peat, the curt cuts of an edge
Through living roots awaken in my head.
But I’ve no spade to follow men like them.

Between my finger and my thumb
The squat pen rests.
I’ll dig with it.

Weekend Coffee Share

wordswag_15073188796611453091488Weekend Coffee Share is a time for us to take a break out of our lives and enjoy some time catching up with friends (old and new)!

If we were having coffee, I’d begin by saying that it’s been rainier than usual here, but I don’t mind much. It’s also been rather cool and as I’m not one for sunbathing, it’s fine. You don’t need bulky layers to go out and about so I’m happy.

Saturday I went on a walking tour with a friend around Chicago’s Streeterville. Streeterville has an interesting origin. In the 1880s riverboat pilot Captain George Streeter ran aground in Lake Michigan. He left the boat there and soon the sandbar grew and grew. He declared this land a separate country called the District of Michigan. Squatters and ne’er-do-wells moved in, much to the displeasure of the elites. Legal battles lasted up until 1908.

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Our tour through the Driehaus Museum not only introduced us to the colorful Cap’n Streeter and his wife Ma, but took us around much of this district that in the 19th century was desolate and now is home to a thriving commercial and residential area. We saw significant buildings, some huge like the American Furniture Mart that I never noticed before. We also learned of some hidden gems that are open to the public and make wonderful quite spots to view the lake or skyline. Sorry, I’m not printing those addresses.

We were so lucky in terms of the rain on Saturday. It poured before and after our tour, but nothing during it. Also we lucked into street parking in a very popular shopping area.

Yesterday my brothers and their families that are in the area came for a Fathers’ Day barbecue, which was fun.

I started and gave up on the book Southern Lady Code. It was too snarky for me. The author seemed to need a Copernican Revelation. I expected some warm-hearted jabs at Southern culture like Jeanne Robertson is so good at, but the author seemed embarrassed of her Southern past and clueless about how her demands of her husband and family were quite selfish. She just seemed clueless and after a few chapters, I figured enough is enough. There are plenty of good books on my reading list.

For today’s book club, we read and discussed Antigone. It’s a solid play that illustrates Aristotle’s principles of tragedy well, but despite its strengths, I wasn’t as enthralled as some. The state and family life have changed so much that I didn’t think it was relevant. Others loved it and said it’s one of their favorites of all time. Different strokes.

I watched a very challenging, very long (3 hours 25 minutes) Russian film called Andrei Rublev. If you’re up for a challenge, go for it. I’d say the story’s more confusing than The Human Condition, another marathon film, but there’s some beautiful parts and it did make me think differently about filmmaking. I’ll be watching shorter, more fluffy films for the next couple of weeks.

 

Weekend Coffee Share

wordswag_15073188796611453091488Weekend Coffee Share is a time for us to take a break out of our lives and enjoy some time catching up with friends (old and new)!

If we were having coffee, I’d say it was a quiet week with some interesting discoveries. I discovered a masterful filmmaker from Russia, Andrei Tarkovsky, who’s Ivan’s Childhood was challenging, but forceful and well worth watching if you’re up for some intensity. I’m also discovering Eudora Welty’s writing by reading The Age of Innocence. It’s the first novel I’ve read by her. I’m also using Creative Bug via my library to gain craft skills. So far I’ve viewed short videos on sewing, cleaning sewing machines, and embroidery. Creative Bug’s quality is top notch.

A few weeks ago I attended a class on photography for eCommerce. I used the light box at my town’s library to take some higher quality photos of a few things I’d like to sell. Lighting makes a huge difference. I’ve seen more views, but we’ll see if I make more from the better photos. It can’t hurt.

I sent out a query about my play to a local theater. My fingers are crossed that they ask to see the whole play.

My colleague’s funeral was Tuesday and it was a beautiful ceremony. The family had a lot of support from friends and family as the church was full and many had to stand in the back and along the sides. I pray that the support continues as the family’s grief will no doubt be long lasting. I was impressed by the eulogy the oldest daughter, who’s about 22 gave. While she did break down a few times, she gave an eloquent speech at a time when she’s coping with tragedy.

I learned a lot about D-Day due to the 75th Anniversary of this event. I knew a little about it, but my knowledge was greatly deepened to see the speeches and interviews that honored the brave.

 

 

Weekend Coffee Share

wordswag_15073188796611453091488Weekend Coffee Share is a time for us to take a break out of our lives and enjoy some time catching up with friends (old and new)!

If we were having coffee, I’d tell you that I’ve got a cloud of sadness hanging over me since I learned on Friday that one of my colleagues committed suicide. She was a kind, positive person who loved her family. She was married with 3 children. She always wanted to do a good job and to learn more. She was 7 years younger than me and her youngest just graduated high school. Of course, no one’s life is rosy and people are complex so we rarely know the whole story. She was such a pleasant person to work with and will be greatly missed.

It’s hard to make sense of this all. She took her life by standing in front of an oncoming train, which is an unusual means for a woman. Men tend to use such final means whereas women usually use pills or medications in other forms. Tonight is the wake and tomorrow the funeral. She’s very much on my mind and I think all who knew her wish they knew she was in trouble. We just don’t know what people are dealing with.


On another note, I finished watching Flambards. Boy, was that a great series, that you can get on DVD (from your library system – one library in your group should have it if yours doesn’t). The characters seem real and are well developed. I wish someone would produce an updated series. I learned that there’s a fourth book in this series. Book 4 covers what happens after this series ended. I’m curious to see what happened.

My family celebrated my brother’s birthday and it was fun to see them all.

I found out that Writers’ Market 2019 is available on Hoopla, which my library provides. From it I’ve found a couple more theaters to submit my play to. I have to craft a compelling query letter. Fingers crossed.

I am back on the online learning bandwagon after a couple months of doing nothing. I’ve resumed a course on the graphics program Corel Draw, which we use at the library, and started a course on Instructional Design Essentials that my friend and former colleague Joe Pulichino does. It’s his second Lynda.com course.

 

Harrington’s Commonplaces

Some wise sayings from a teacher I once had at Act One:

“What gets us over our terror? …Love for someone else.”
(14 January 2019)

“There is no joy without commitment, but commitment implies renunciation of other things.” (15 January 2019)

“There’s no growth without tension.” (15 January 2019)

“One sign of growth is that you always have new problems.” (17 January 2019)

“At what point does your character become your fate?” (22 January 2019)

“The reactive person is not in control.” (22 January 2019)

“Some fights are worth losing.” (29 January 2019)

“The gods that we worship determine the values we hold.” (31 January 2019)

“A lie in the brain is getting a fact wrong; a lie in the soul is getting a life wrong.” (31 January 2019)

“A truly educated person is one who pauses.” (4 February 2019)

“You have to be willing to be wrong to be wrong
.” (4 February 2019)

“The mark of a grownup is flexibility.” (5 February 2019)

“The first sign of God’s will for us is the gifts He’s given us.” (5 February 2019)

“Safety isn’t part of the Christian dispensation. Martyrdom is.” (7 February 2019)

 
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