Christmas Letter for 2008

                                                  2008
                         A year of momentous celebrations.
                         … and a few disappointing ordeals:
January -
• in which Megan’s mother Joan was here to visit
• in which we learned these momentous revelations about dear old Mum: she named Megan after a character in the book Apple Tree by Galsworthy; she is afraid of heights (has never been up Seattle’s Space Needle); and she went to a strip club on her 18th birthday (courtesy of the corrupting influence of her older sister)
February -
• in which we sang back-up (along with 700 others) for opera diva Dame Kiri Te Kanawa at an outdoor concert in the park
• in which we had a driveway party with our neighbours to wish Joan a bon voyage
• in which the school year began and Megan was back in a classroom teaching Social Studies and English, in addition to a little librarian work on the side
March -
• in which Austin (28) embarked on a Political Science degree
April -
• in which Megan tried a very British sport called bowls, which is similar to bowling only there are no pins to knock down, it’s played outdoors on perfect grass, and everyone wears white and keeps a stiff upper lip
May -
• in which Megan celebrated another birthday and disappointingly got another year older
• in which the newlyweds (Carlin and Kristen) living in Phoenix, got a new dog
June -
• in which we began a series of ascents of Auckland’s 50 volcanic cones – called mountains, but actually just hills a few hundred metres high
• in which we went to see the musical Priscilla, Queen of the Desert - good fun with outrageous costumes, plenty of ‘70s disco retrospective, and therapy for any latent homophobia
July -
• in which Megan bought a scooter and achieved notoriety among the students as the teacher on the red scooter riding around Auckland. Her coolness factor increased substantially
• in which Megan wanted to sing with a select group to welcome Condoleezza Rice’s visit to New Zealand, but was disappointingly rejected because they were recruiting young singers, despite being the only one who already knew the words to the American national anthem AND being able to sing in a fluent American accent
August -
• in which Nolan (26) announced he would be going to law school next year
• in which Boone (23) came to visit and to summit 8 mountains/volcanic cones/hills while here
• in which Boone played Scrabble against Curt 18 times during his 4 week visit – Boone won 12 times but that’s only because Curt disappointingly had “crap for letters”
• in which we had another driveway party to celebrate Boone’s visit, and then another
September -
• in which we went to our first rugby game, a truly Kiwi experience
• in which we stopped in Bellingham, WA on the way to England, and Curt delivered 3 original paintings as gifts to the boys:

• in which we spent 3 weeks in England to celebrate our 30th anniversary
• in which Megan was hit by a taxi in London while walking across the street. She survived with minor bruises; her beloved muffin was smashed in the ordeal
• in which we went to Bellingham, England and learned it’s pronounced Bell-in-jum there. Really.
October -
• in which we stopped in Portland, OR on our way home from England and saw Curt’s family, our old church family, and Megan’s old school (plus a special stop for Mrs. Fields cookies)
• in which we came home to learn that our church had failed miserably during our brief absence – first approving and then rejecting the appointment of a new pastor because she was gay. We were incensed, frustrated, and sorely disappointed over the ordeal
November -
• in which we gathered with our (Kiwi) neighbours to celebrate and offer a toast for the American election results
• in which we gathered with our Kiwi neighbours again 4 days later for the New Zealand election results
• in which Megan got hit by a car while riding on her scooter. She survived with a few cracked ribs and some minor scrapes and bruises; her beloved scooter got smashed in the ordeal
• in which Nolan and Erica announced their engagement and upcoming summer wedding
• in which Megan bought another scooter
• in which Curt finished 2 more paintings:








December -
• in which we write our clever Christmas letter

Spring Break: BELLINGHAM, WA (3 weeks in US/UK/US)

On September 20, we departed for a 3 week trip. September 20th is also Curt's birthday, and it lasted 43 hours this year! Having an extra-long birthday sounds pretty cool until you consider that his 6'2" frame was mercilessly folded into an airplane seat. Actually, it was his birthday ... and then when we crossed the International Date Line, it wasn't his birthday .. and then it was his birthday again. Got that? So he kinda had 2 birthdays. Does that mean he's one year older or two years older?

We stopped in Bellingham for a day to see 3 of the boys (the other one lives in Phoenix), my mom, and my brother & his family. It was great to catch up on everyone's lives: Nolan is taking the exam for admission to law school next week, Austin quizzed us about life in New Zealand, we got to see Boone's house, and my brother is getting a new house built on Chuckanut Bay. We went to see his steep lot where the house will be, and Curt the engineer evaluated the retaining walls, drainage system, etc. As you do.

While visiting his property, we also walked down a trail to Teddy Bear Cove, which used to be the local nudist beach but was turned into a county park a few years back so the nude sunbathers now go elsewhere. I hadn't been to Teddy Bear Cove since my senior year in high school, when I attended a big kegger down there. (besides being the nudist beach, Teddy Bear Cove's isolated location was perfect for underage beer parties) It was 33 years ago, but I still remember the musclebound football players gallantly carrying the heavy kegs down the long, steep trail. My most vivid memory of that night, however, is colliding with a log down on the beach, and the log won. My klutzmanship resulted in massive, multicoloured bruises on my shins and a limping gait for the next few weeks. What's funny is that I was about the only teenager there who wasn't drinking, yet I managed to incur the only injury. Imagine me trying to convince everyone that no, I wasn't drunk; I just tripped. Imagine the scoffing. For the record, I truly was sober. It was dark out, OK?

Besides reminiscing about parties from decades ago, I spent time with all the family and ate too much of their good food. My mom made Ross cookies for me, Gwen made Snickerdoodles, and Scott made a huge brunch plus a typically outstanding dinner for 12. That evening, my mom and I stayed up til 1:00 a.m. - long past everyone else. Having some quality time with her so we could have a deep conversation was precious. We talked about her coming out to NZ again this Christmas, and about her living all alone once my brother's family moves to their new house overlooking the bay. She's been surrounded by my brother's family since my dad died in 2007, so she hasn't yet had to experience the loneliness that usually comes with being a widow. But she seems strong and eager to face it, especially since she knows she can go live in my brother's new bayside house whenever she's ready.

May 18 = Europe Day

When the kids were growing up, we liked to invent holidays: November 1st was Annual Pumpkin Throwing Day (we'd throw the mouldy jack-o-lanterns from the deck into the wheelie bin below). We had Cookie Dough Day (guess whose idea that was) in March, and T-Bone Day in January. April 12th was Titanic Day, in honour of one son's obsession. And May 18th was Europe Day.

Most people from Washington State
(like us) would normally associate the day of May 18th with Mt. St Helens' eruption on May 18, 1980. But our family departed for an six-week trip to Europe on May 18, 1995 and preferred to commemorate that journey. So every May 18th, we would get out the photo album, watch the old home movies, or read the journals we wrote. We'd ooh and aah at Dwaad's sketches, and reminisce about the food, the sights, and the people we had encountered.

This year, I sent the boys a digital photo presentation about Europe Day which you can view by clicking 'PLAY' below.
Happy Memories.

Make a Smilebox slideshow

Act I, Scene 3: Grand Canyon

It was time for a road trip.
We were off to the Grand Canyon with Austin+Jonna, Nolan+Erica, and Boone. (Carlin+Kristen were away on their honeymoon) I said a teary goodbye to my mom and 2 brothers. At least I would be seeing my mom in January in NZ for 6 weeks!

Seven adults and 7 adults' luggage was a lot to cram into the rental mini-van. If only somebody hadn't bought so much chocolate chips and other American purchases while they were here. I tried to call Jolynn's house to see if we could leave some suitcases with her for a few days, but it turned out that the number I was dialing was Carlin's! Oops. I hung up as soon as I heard his voice message. I'm pretty sure I wasn't supposed to call the groom at 9 a.m. on the day after the wedding. The boys got enormous comedy mileage out of my blunder, making jokes that I can't repeat in this blog.

We're off. Saguaro cactus everywhere. Nolan was feeling carsick within the first hour. We stopped and changed places. Was he really sick or was it a ruse to get the front seat? Hmmm. Throughout the trip, there was incessant competition for who sat where. It was just like when they were littler and they'd shout "shotgun" to claim the front seat. Actually, we had assigned seats in our family van (with name tags) because I got fed up with them fighting over the seats every time we went somewhere. Some things never change.

We stopped again in Flagstaff for lunch. Nolan mocked Erica during the entire trip because her pronunciation of Flagstaff sounded more like "FLAYG-staff." She poked him frequently in retaliation. Luckily, she's good-natured about his ribbing. This was our first family vacation that included girlfriends, but Erica and Jonna have been a part of the family for so many years now, that it seemed natural. Those poor girls - I wouldn't blame them if they didn't want to be associated with our family ever again after being subjected to multiple discussions about poop. The boys seemed to bring it up in every conversation during the 5 hour drive. Who raised these kids?

Arrived at Grand Canyon. WOW. Took many photos. Walked along the rim and hiked down a little bit. Took many pictures. Here's one of Boone looking over the edge. Don't lean too far! Watched the sunset. Took many pictures. Bought many souvenirs. Went to a pizza place for dinner, then back to the lodge to play cards. I lost many times, but always seemed to have a pair of fours. Why? Carlin called during an airport layover on their way to the honeymoon resort in Fiji. He sounded a little sad that he was missing a big card game on a big family vacation. I tried to convince him that no, we're not really having any fun. Alas, the hoopla from the beer-drinking brothers in the background exposed the truth.

The next morning, Nolan accused Austin of plugging up the toilet in Nolan's room. Austin denied it, saying he saw it go down successfully. Why was he using Nolan's toilet anyway? (probably because he didn't want to stink up his own room) Will this never end?

Explored the Grand Canyon some more. Took more pictures. Drove to Flaygstaff for lunch provisions, then on to Walnut Canyon, to see some Indian cliff dwellings, holes in a sheer cliff wall. How did the Sinagua Indians get from their houses/caves down to the creek for water? And how did they get up the cliff to their crops above? It was all pretty cool, but going up 204 steps back to the top of the canyon (at this altitude) was tiring. I wouldn't last a week in this tribe.

Since we were in the neighborhood, we drove to Meteor Crater next. It's a big crater in the middle of the desert, and it's been used in a few movies. We thought it might be kinda cool to see it, but upon arrival, we discovered that they charge $15/person (guess who would have to pay). So we turned around and left. We're just not interested in paying $105 to see a hole in the ground.

Our next destination was Sedona, an artsy town that claims to have vortexes of positive energy. I guess it's quite a mecca for the New Age, crystal-worshipping type of people. One of our favorite pastimes was to argue about the correct way to pluralize vortex: shouldn't it be vortices? But the Sedona information all said vortexes. The most vocal advocate for the proper plural (vortices) was the same boy who used to insist that, since the plural of octopus was octopi, the plural of bus was bi. MmmHmm. Being the English teacher in the car, I'd like to think that my opinion would be the last word on the subject, and my verdict was: isn't there anything else to talk about?

Besides arguing about grammar rules, Curt and I liked the galleries and artsy shops, and we finally found a bomb! As I've explained before, we have a collection of black pottery that we call our bomb collection due to the shape and color. We like to buy a bomb on every trip, and had been in America for 10 days so far without any success ... until we got to Sedona. Once we'd found a bomb, our trip seemed complete, so we went next door to a chocolate shop to celebrate. Hooray!

That evening, we went to a Mexican restaurant for one last family dinner. The food was excellent and the portions were HUGE! Curt and I ordered a Margarita to share, but I drank most of it. I only drink once or twice a year, so it was really out of character for me. The boys, however, drink a lot more than me. After dinner, we went back to our condo for another card game and more drinking. Eventually, they ran out of beer. Curt and I refused to drive them across the street to buy more, and they were too lazy to walk so they had to do without. Poor boys. Curt and I went to bed at 10:30 but the card game was still going on for quite a while. See, they CAN have fun without beer.

The next morning, Curt made tates, eggies, and snausage for breakfast, a family tradition. But before we left, there had to be one final climactic plunger episode: Boone plugged the upstairs toilet, and was plunging vigorously. Jonna came running out of the downstairs bathroom, screaming that there was water pouring from above. (The upstairs bathroom was located directly above the downstairs bathroom.) Hmmm. Did Boone's plunging rupture a pipe? Poor Jonna was (justifiably) not amused that water was dripping onto her toothbrush, hairbrush, shampoo, etc. Eww. We checked out of the hotel, reported the "leak" and hit the road.

On our way out of town, we were determined to experience some of the alleged positive energy Sedona promoted. So we followed a map to a vortex and climbed to the top of the hill as indicated. There was a curious collection of stones part way up, as if someone had constructed a mini altar to Fred Flintstone. At the top, there was an exquisite view of the Red Rocks surrounding Sedona... and a few people meditating in the lotus position... and a sign asking everyone to respect the integrity of the site ... but no positive energy that I could feel. No doubt my cynicism was preventing me from experiencing the full power of the vortex. What a crock.

After a few more hours on the road and a picnic lunch, it was time to deliver our charges to the Mesa airport. Not surprisingly, I cried. Not surprisingly, Curt consoled me by saying " As much as I love them, they really are a pain in the ass." Which made me laugh.

Curt and I had one more day to spend in Phoenix before our flight to NZ, so we decided to go see a few more Frank Lloyd Wright buildings: we admired the Biltmore Hotel and lingered there for hours, marveling once again at his genius for design motifs and his attention to detail, then we stopped at ASU campus to see his round auditorium which was also magnificient.

Finally, we re-packed our suitcases (too many chocolate chips in one bag made it overweight), caught a plane and spent the next 18 hours in various stages of discomfort or boredom.

It was a great trip. Obviously the best part was being able to see the boys and my mom and my brothers. Plus the wedding festivities were special. Curt and I had exactly the right amount of time together just the two of us vs. being surrounded by relatives. As a bonus, we had two weeks off work to spend in sunny weather with a lot of time at the pool. It doesn't get much better than that. The only downside is that we had to go back to work Monday morning.

Act I, Scene 2: Phoenix

Wedding Day minus 5: Flew from Las Vegas to Phoenix.
• First, stopped one more time at Mrs. Fields Cookies in the Las Vegas Airport. MmmMmm.
• My mom booked condos for the week for all of us. It would be fun to have the whole fam damily staying at the same place, even if it would get a little crowded. At that moment, we were just happy to have laundry facilities, kitchen, and a pool! Had to try out the pool right away.
• First night – went to (future daughter-in-law) Kristen’s parents’ house for dinner. Excellent opportunity to meet her folks before the rest of the clan started arriving. Yummy enchiladas for dinner. Kristen and her mom were up to their eyeballs with wedding preparations. In this instance, I am exceedingly thankful I only had sons.
• Carlin played piano for a while at their house – I hadn’t realized how much I missed having him around to pound out a few songs. I even played a duet with him ... and got perhaps half of my notes right. Kristen’s mom, Jolynn, said he looked so happy playing with me. I beamed.
• Back at the condo, I stayed up late talking with my mom, who I hadn’t seen in 10 months. She’s doing fine (of course) since my dad’s death, but I still miss her. At least I'll see her lots when she arrives in January to stay with us for 6 weeks!

Wedding Day minus 4:
• Went shopping at large warehouse retailer to stock up on American things that we can’t get in NZ, or are too expensive in NZ. At the top of my list are Nestles chocolate chips. Chocolate chips in NZ just don’t taste the same (not semi-sweet enough?), so whenever we’re in the US, we buy large quantities to take back with us. We eat them by the handful, sprinkled on ice cream, and in Toll House cookies. Today, we buy 5 industrial-sized bags, a total of 22.5 pounds. It will last us a few months. (The customs man later questioned my suitcase loaded with 10kg of an obscure substance. I pleaded chocoholic.)
• Took my mom, Carlin, and Kristen to Taliesin West, the architecture school complex built by Frank Lloyd Wright, who lived in Phoenix for many years and designed many of the buildings around town. Carlin remembers going to Falling Water, Wright’s famous house cantilevering over a creek in the woods in Pennsylvania. We’ve also been to Wright’s home and studio in Chicago, but Carlin must have been too young to remember it. Our poor kids – with an engineer for a father and an art history teacher for a mother – have been forced to see architecture and art all over the world. They may not have been too happy about it at the time, but they appreciate it now. I think.
• That evening, we made one of Carlin’s favorite meals at the condo, fettuccini alfredo. Then we decided to have the happy couple open our wedding presents to them. My mom had made them two quilted wall hangings: one was a white-on-white silk wedding pattern of a never-ending chain. The other was black and red for their new kitchen. I'd made them a photo album of Carlin’s first 24 years so Kristen could see what he looked like as a cute little kid, and so she would know a bit more what it was like growing up in our family. We all had a good time reminiscing and looking through the pictures. I love Memory Lane.
• Later, we had to drive all the way out to the Mesa airport to pick up Austin+Jonna, Nolan+Erica, and Boone. I was so excited to see the rest of my boys that I was skipping around the airport. I wasted no time getting started hugging them and patting their scruffy cheeks. And talking a mile a minute.
• For added entertainment, we used the GPS system my mom got with her rental car to guide us to the airport and back. I named the GPS voice Jeanette because she sounded like a Jeanette to me. Whenever we missed a turn, she’d say, “Recalculating,” with contempt and tell us to make a U-turn. Jeanette wasn’t always helpful because she sent us the wrong way at times, but we laughed and imitated her voice.

Wedding Day minus 3:
• Boone plugged up the toilet in the condo first thing this morning and needed a plunger. Austin needed the plunger again 30 minutes later after he plugged it up, too. Good grief. I am reminded of when we had 4 teenage boys in the house, and plunging was a daily occurrence. Why are they all such big poopers?
• Boone and I went to a mall this morning and got haircuts (he was shaggy!). I've been wearing my hair in a "bob" for at least 10 years and it's become stylish again, thanks to Victoria Beckham. Lots of students at my school have recently been getting their hair cut in bobs. Curiously, when I mentioned Victoria Beckham to Boone, he looked puzzled and inquired, "Who's that? Oh, I know - you mean Posh Spice?" Like him, I barely knew who Victoria Beckham was when I lived in America, and wouldn't have recognized David Beckham's face on a billboard. But living in New Zealand, there are strong ties to England and to English "football" (soccer) teams. A day doesn't go by without a Beckham in the news. The British (and Kiwi) obsession with athlete's wives is curious to me because in America nobody cares who's married to Peyton Manning (football) or Alex Rodriguez (baseball). Anyway, the stylist made my hair look like Victoria Beckham's, but only for a few hours. I was never able to replicate it, so I went back to looking like me by the next day. While at the mall however, I managed to find a Mrs. Fields Cookies store near the haircut place. Score.
• Then we took all the boys to pick up their tuxes. They looked quite handsome all dressed up. But there was lots of complaining: one’s jacket was totally too big and needed to be exchanged; one’s tux had a different threadcount than the others (who cares?); and one’s alterations weren’t done at the same time as the others’. Sheesh.
• Time to go back to the condo and jump in the pool.
• That evening, we all went to Kristen’s parents’ house again for a BBQ including ALL her relatives. We met Kristen’s grandma, 3 aunts, 3 uncles, unknown quantity of cousins, and 5 bridesmaids. Curt happily took over the barbecuing, and avoided as much social interaction as he could. Boone was hoping to charm a bridesmaid, but didn't have any success.
• Back at the condo, we stayed up late laughing and playing cards. I lost many times, but always had a pair of fours. Not good.

Wedding Day minus 2:
• Ditched everyone to go shopping all alone for jeans and shorts. Having family around is heavenly, but it was equally heavenly to escape the close quarters and obtain a bit of solitude. Plus we needed groceries. Also went to the post office to mail postcards to my work colleagues and my students. I’ll probably be back to work before the postcards get there. Oh well.
• When I returned to the condo at 3:00, the men were all at the pool drinking tequila as a prelude to the bachelor party t that night. Brother.
• Tonight while the young people were all at the bachelor or bachelorette parties (in NZ, they'd call it a hen party), Curt and my mom and I stayed home for a nice quiet evening. I opened one of the bags of chocolate chips and made 65 Black Bottom Cupcakes (Carlin’s favorite) to be the Groom’s Cake. I’ve never heard of the "Groom's Cake" tradition before. But it was a good excuse to a) eat handfuls of chocolate chips; b) lick the spoon, the beaters, and the bowl; and c) eat multiple cupcakes. Did 2 loads of dishes and 2 loads of towels. Unrelenting shortage of towels around here due to 7 people swimming, showers, etc.

Wedding Day minus 1: Rehearsal
• The male members of the family watched a football game on TV while the females went to the pool. My younger brother Ross had arrived from Hawaii and wanted to watch his alma mater, Air Force play Notre Dame. (I think they won)
• Piled everyone into 2 cars to go to the rehearsal at 3:30. Jeanette guided us there. I got weepy during the rehearsal, as the reality of "losing" my little boy hit me. : ( There's a ceremonial "giving away the bride", but no equivalent to giving away the groom. What's up with that? Overall, the groom's mother is supposed to be pretty invisible. Kristen's grandma informed me of a funny saying last night: that the mother of the groom's job is to wear beige and keep quiet. Sadly, I'm not very good at either of those things.
• Piled back into the cars to head to the rehearsal dinner. In the car, Boone announced that he needed to poop. Big poop. He hoped there would be a plunger at the house we're going to. The rest of the boys added their suggestions for plunger substitutes: chop sticks, plastic knife, even bare hands. These guys are all twenty-something, but I swear they act like they're six years old with their obsessive bathroom humor.
• Rehearsal dinner was a Santa Maria style BBQ in someone's back yard. Not sure what makes it Santa Maria style. LOTS of people there (55?), mostly Kristen's relatives. I wrote the check. My mantra: wear beige and keep quiet.
• Carlin presented gifts to his groomsmen: beer mugs engraved with their nicknames: Worsty (Austin), Best Bud (Nolan), and Big Blinga (Boone). These will be put to good use, I'm sure.
• Dinner was over by 8:30 so we all went back to the condo for a pool party, including the groomsmen. My older brother Scott, wife Diana, and their two daughters arrived that night too, after driving for 3 days from Bellingham. Gwen (10) is on the local swim team and she raced Curt (53) one length of the pool and won. Poor Curt. Boone and Sasha (9) played in the pool, but mostly we sat around the hot tub and had a mini-family reunion that night. Good times.

Wedding Day:
• The 3 boys had to go for a photo shoot at the restaurant where the reception would be held later that night, a really cool location with fountains and archways and bridges and lights. Carlin had chosen all 3 of his brothers to be his Best Men, plus he had 3 other groomsmen. Before the wedding, the photographer took lots of artsy photos of the wedding party. Everyone looked spiffy. My boys clean up nice.
• Tried to get semi-spiffy myself, and we all went to the church for the wedding. Curt looked enviably spiffy in his tux. Nolan escorted me down the aisle, then Jolynn and I lit the unity candles. I didn't trip over my dress. This is good. Then there was a slideshow comprised of pictures of Carlin as a little boy, Kristen as a little girl, and finally pictures of them together. The slideshow was the moment when I started crying. This is bad. But totally expected. I had a wad of tissues stashed in Curt's pocket.
• The wedding was beautiful, of course.
• Then we posed for family pictures - the Davidsons were represented by 14 of us; Kristen had about 75 people from her side of the family. Quality over quantity?
• Next it was off to the reception. All 3 of the Best Men/brothers gave little speeches about Carlin, but the microphone kept flicking on and off, so people could only hear every other word like this: "I'd like xxx that Carlin xxxx really xxxx and I xxxx he and xxxx ..." Meanwhile, Austin & Nolan had smuggled in some vodka and tequila. (the reception was supposed to be dry) They had an especially good time. Poor Boone never did charm any of the bridesmaids. At the end, we all farewelled the bride and groom and blew bubbles as they got into their limo after the reception.
• Then we headed back to the condo for one last pool party, and to say goodbye to my 2 brothers who would be leaving the next morning. It was good of them to come all the way to Phoenix for the wedding/family reunion.

Anticipation

I've always hated it when people start out by saying, "I'm sorry I haven't written in so long..." but I'm tempted to say it myself this time. I haven't written a blog in 3 months(!) and it's not because I was lacking things to write about. On the contrary, it's been quite eventful around here.

First, the anticipation: We're leaving in a few hours to catch a plane to America to attend Carlin's wedding! We'll be gone for 2 weeks, including a short stop in Las Vegas, a week in Phoenix where the wedding will be held, and a side trip to the Grand Canyon with the boys after the wedding. It'll be great! Unfortunately, my brain left about a week before the actual trip began, and last week at work I: forgot my keys on Monday, forgot my glasses on Tuesday, forgot my lunchbag on Wednesday, and finally LOST my keys for good on Thursday. Obviously, I need a vacation. I promise to write blogs all about our trip when we get back because I'm sure there will be lots to tell.

Now a snapshot of everything that's been going on during the last 3 months:
• I'm teaching one class of Year 7 English this term. Yea! I love it. The girls are sweeties. Am scheduled to teach at least one class next year, and I'm trying to get more than that.

• Big excitement at work trying to catch a thief who was stealing money from the library. Secret cameras, night vision, bait, sensors, etc. This sort of thing is pretty thrilling in a librarian's world. We feel like we're on CSI. The plan worked. Our money (mostly overdue fines) is safe again.


• Even grander drama at work involving a less-than-glowing performance review, and the resulting backlash at those who submitted the aforementioned less-than-glowing comments. Different people are in emotional meltdown on different days. There's too much friction everywhere and we're caught in the middle of it. I'm too old for all this drama. Vow to find someplace sane to work. Start applying and interviewing for other jobs, as are 75% of my co-workers.

• Went to Melbourne for 4 days in September for Curt's birthday. Vow to write some blogs about that, too. Curt did some sketches, and we went to museums, beaches, gardens, markets, etc. Excellent trip. I definitely needed a break at that point (see above) so it was especially good.

• Spent about 6 weeks catching up on the family photo albums, which were 10 years behind. It was fun to go through all the old pictures and re-live our travels, but it's sure a big job. Feels so good to have it done finally! Vow not to let it get so far behind next time. Can remember making that vow last time ... about 10 years ago.

• Curt painted/redecorated the guest bedroom (formerly purple!) in anticipation of Carlin & Kristen visiting us after their wedding and after a honeymoon in Fiji.


• New Zealand's national rugby team, the All Blacks play in the World Cup and the entire country is obsessed, getting up at 4:00 a.m. to watch the games taking place halfway around the world. Inexplicably and possibly unforgivably, the All Blacks lose in the quarter-finals, and the whole nation goes into mass mourning mode.

• Went to see the musical "We will Rock You" based on songs by Queen. The pulsing bass line, vibrating the floor, takes me back a few decades. Good fun.

• Spent lots of time planning for the wedding: I had to find a mother-of-the-groom dress (I'm not much of a shopper) and fancy shoes (I'm a sensible shoes-type). I had to get hotel rooms reserved, car rented, and show tickets purchased (Las Vegas). I made a spreadsheet (well actually it's more of a matrix) of who's arriving when ... and who's staying where ... and who's doing what. It's a masterpiece. Most importantly, I identified all the locations of Mrs Fields Cookies stores in Las Vegas and Phoenix. I'm ready to go.

So. Maybe you can see why I haven't written in a while. I vow not to get so far behind this time. Really.

Best Bud/Worst Bud

Our four boys have nicknames for each other:
The middle two call each other Best Bud or Bestie for short. They say it with a certain amount of sarcasm, as if they're not really best buddies. But they are. They call and text each other almost every day, even though they live 250 miles away from each other.
It soon became apparent that they needed a nickname for the oldest brother, so naturally he became Worst Bud or Worstie. Note that his nickname is delivered with affection. Honest.
The youngest brother became Little Boonie Bud which comes from Boone which is what he goes by even though his real name is Byron. Got that? His brothers also call him Big Blinga. I'm pretty sure that one is delivered sarcastically.

#1, age 26: Austin/Worst Bud









#2, age 24: Nolan/Best Bud (to Carlin)/El Gato (don't ask)








#3, age 23: Carlin/Best Bud (to Nolan)








#4, age 21: Byron/Boone/Little Boonie Bud/Big Blinga










With 4 boys only 5 years apart, it's hard for people to remember who's who. And I don't expect anyone to keep them straight. So over the years, I started to refer to them by numbers. In person, I still call them by their name, not number, although I can't claim to always get the right name at the right time. And they call each other by name or nickname, not number. It's only when I'm talking about them to students or colleagues or friends (or readers like you) that I use numbers. It just seems easier for everyone.

People seem to have a hard time remembering which name goes with which kids because 1) they're close in age, therefore close in size growing up, 2) they look alike, and 3) they all have tricky names. Austin, Nolan, Carlin and Byron all end with the same last syllable. I can blame this on my husband's family. His mom had 6 (!) kids, named Kevin, Galen, Maren, Loryn, Quentin, and Curtin, which all end with the same -n syllable. Yes, Curt's real name is Curtin. It came from a great-grandfather, Samuel Curtin Davidson. Anyway, Curtin married Megan (mine was the only spouse's name that fit the pattern) and we decided to continue the tradition. I like the tradition, but I know it made it hard for people to keep them straight. Grandma used a famous amalgamated name Au-No-Ca-Byron (pronounced AnnikaByron) when she couldn't get the right name quick enough.

It's funny that they're all so close to each other because they're really quite different. Growing up, they fought plenty, but they also played together plenty and because they were so close in age, they often had the same circle of friends. When the youngest one was turning 21 last year, the people he most wanted to spend it with were his brothers. So they all 4 came from their respective cities and met in Seattle to go to a Mariners game to celebrate Little Boonie Bud turning 21.