Snowy Inspiration

Last week a friend of my mom’s past away. Donna lost her battle with cancer, like so many others we all know. What was so interesting to me were the memorial services. My mom moved to a very small town in Washington State last September. Kinda almost makes Foresthill (where I grew up) look big, which I didn’t even know was possible. This friend of hers had lived there for 48 years and she had a lot of family in the immediate area.

With all of this, the funeral was held in a little church in town, and it was standing room only. After the very short services at the church we made our way to the cemetery for the graveside service. It was snowing – a lot – that day. So here we are this big group of people, trudging across the cemetery to say our final goodbyes. I didn’t know my Mom’s friend all that well, but I wanted to be there with my mom. I think being removed from the deceased person, I had a whole different perspective on the services.

I was thinking about how absolutely beautiful it was outside, there was white covering everything, the trees, the ground, the other headstones. It seemed so peaceful. I was thinking about how nice it was that there were so many people braving the elements to be there. Then my brother says “you she’s just up there laughing at all of us” referring to the sight it must have been watching everyone tromp through the snow freezing our tails off. And I thought, if it were me, yah I’d probably be laughing too.

I've never really considered burial as an option, I've always leaned towards cremation myself. But if you have to be buried, -- on a snowy hill, surrounded by pine trees covered in snow, and with so many friends and family surrounding, that would be alright I guess. Hopefully I've got a long time to really worry about that ... but this weekend, my thoughts were with you Donna and with your family as well.

Beethoven and Brahms

Living in a small town has some disadvantages, minimal shopping, not a whole of entertainment opportunities, however, living in a small town with a University sure helps lessen those disadvantages. Mike and I were feeling like we needed some culture in our lives so last night we attended a Faculty Recital at the Lionel Hampton School of Music here at the University. Three professors have come together to form the Kennard Trio. They played the Piano, the Violin, and the Cello. The program included Beethoven’s Piano Trio in C-Minor, Op. 1, No. 3 and Johannes Brahms’ Clarinet Trio, Op. 114. Ok, so now that I’ve basically just copied information out of the program, since I really have no idea what Op. 1, No. 3 means… let me tell you it was so much fun!

It was just in a cool 1970’s style recital hall, with some seriously dated seating, but for someone who know nothing about classical music it was just beautiful. I kept closing my eyes and trying to figure out which sound was the violin and which sound was the cello. Mike really liked it too, but since he’s actually taken Music Theory courses, he knew a little bit more about it that I did.

I think we are going to try and continue to add a little ‘culture’ to our lives. Next week we are going to go to a guitar recital. Mike’s really excited about that one. And I decided to volunteer at Lionel Hampton Jazz Festival that’s going on here in February. The Jazz Festival is a really big deal here in our little town. Not only do they get some big performances, but kids from all over come for the conference. Last year I had to travel to San Diego for a last minute work trip so I missed it completely so I’m really excited to be here this year for it. And of course, with volunteering your get tickets to the shows so I can’t wait!

Need a Snow Shovel???

Mommy works at Home Depot ... selling snow shovels.
(However, the school now thinks that Mommy's a special type of dancer…)



I'm not sure if you need to live in the Northwest to find this cartoon especially funny, but it sure helps! We actually broke our snow shovel this winter on the ice that was hiding underneath the snow...

It's been a heck of a winter!