Catching up with old friends

I came home and ran into some old friends I haven’t seen for awhile, friends we left behind when we moved overseas.  I spent some time with our old house plant named "Oscar."  "Oscar" is a spider plant and an old friend my parents gave to me when I was in college.  I almost killed him a couple of times by over-/under-nourishing him.  He survived and lived on for many years in our home in Seattle.  When we moved overseas, he couldn’t travel with us.  Rather than giving him up for adoption or sending him to the landfill, I gave him to my parents for safekeeping.  We’re back together for a couple weeks while I’m home.  "Oscar" missed us.  Last Christmas he sent us a photo of himself with the help of my mother.
 
Today I drove another old friend–our old white Chevy Corsica.  We bought her while we were in college and drove her for many years; that is, until she turned over 100,000 miles and we bought a new car.  We gave her to my parents.  I drove her today for the first time in ages.  In the past, whenever we visited my parents we drove our own car, but this time we flew in from Korea and need to use their vehicles.  That’s OK–we’re happy to tool around town in our old car.  She’s older and weather beaten, but she still drives just fine.  I noticed our old propane barbeque sitting in the backyard.  That went to mom and dad too.  When we moved overseas, we didn’t think we would need one because we thought we would live in an apartment.  It turns out that we could have used the barbeque while in Seoul, and we ended up buying a small charcoal grill.  I’m glad to see that we’ll use the barbeque once again on Sunday.  I loved that barbeque and remember fondly barbequing off the back deck of our home in Seattle.  We may also break out some alcohol we could not ship overseas.  We still have a couple bottles of sake to drink.
 
My parents volunteered to be the recipients of many of our personal belongings–wanted and unwanted–before we left for Korea.  We donated items we either could not or did not want to ship overseas, and we ended up storing valuables and momentos in boxes in their basement.  I also left behind a bunch of books I didn’t want to ship (books are heavy).  I’m glad my parents cleared some space in their basement to store our belongings.  I am happy to give them some of our belongings to use as a trade-off for all the junk they’re storing for us.  Thanks, mom and dad. 

Back from Montana – and a life lesson

Dear Reader, how have you been?  I see that you are still logging in to read World Adventurers, because this site is still getting hundreds of hits each day.  Thank you for your patronage.  I hope there is enough good material in the World Adventurers archives to keep you interested in visiting the site frequently–even when I’m away on vacation.  Perhaps I should recruit a guest contributor to fill in during my absence (Anyone want to contribute?).  I was planning to write last night using my aunt’s computer in Montana, but I was having too much fun to break away and blog.  Now that I’m back at my mom’s house and my family has crashed for the night, I can sneak now in some meandering musings.  Note to Tortmaster:  I took over 250 photos of scenes from Montana and will post a few soon.  Note to Wade3016:  I’ll give you a call about meeting up in Idaho later this week.
 
I saw many members of my extend family this weekend.  Interestingly, the most memorable moment came not from seeing my own family, whom I’ve wanted to see for about two years, but when I met a stranger.  Don’t get me wrong–we had a wonderful weekend, and I had a lot of fun.  But this encounter with a stranger and the life lesson it brought sticks in my mind.  It happened today while I visited my grandmother at a nursing home.  Just before I left, I met one of her neighbors, a lady who could not have been older than 50.  She was strapped into in a motorized wheelchair and physically battered, scarred and obese from years of living in a wheelchair.  She spoke slowly, but she was articulate.  She was a friendly sort, much more jovial than I expected.  She blithely encountered me just as I was saying goodbye to my grandmother.  Most residents in this nursing home are over 65 years of age and largely immobile.  This lady’s youth and enthusiasm were notable.  As we talked, she told me bits and pieces of her life–that she had been in this nursing home for almost 20 years after almost dying in a car accident, that she had three children who were now grown and living in other states, that she was divorced from a husband who had abused and threatened to kill her.  Her haste to flee from him ended in an accident that nearly cost her her life.  Instead, it left her physically maimed.  However, the accident did not destroy her spirit.  During our brief encounter she told me that she was happy because God loved her and that "Jesus is the best husband I’ve ever had."  While she meant that metaphorically, I was really touched by this woman who may have been my age when her life was changed forever by accident.  I thought about what the past 20 years must have been like for her–living in a nursing home, wheelchair-bound, watching other residents come and go as they passed on in death.  I was both greatly saddened and inspired by her story.  I am so touched that she has had a positive attitude through tragedy and found something that fills her life with joy.  I wondered whether I would do the same if I were in her situation.  Would I despair and give up hope?  Would I blame God?  Would I try to end my life?  I never want to know.
 
The lady said that her dream was to move closer to her grandchildren who live in another state.  I do not know whether she lives in this home voluntarily or because her children prefer not to move her closer to them.  I hope she will realize her dream.  She has been through so much already.  She should not be destined to live the rest of her life in a nursing home in Montana, far away from her family.  Then again, maybe those who live in the nursing home are the only family she has now.
 
I never thought the highlight of my time in Montana would could from a meeting with a stranger.
 
Note to Angeline:  Angeline, thank you as always for your comments and inspiration.  We really don’t know what will happen in the future.  If my wife receives a job offer, we’ll have to weigh our options.  Separating for a long period of time is not something we would like to do.  We have done it before–most recently for four months in 2004.  She remained in Seattle with her parents while I moved to Washington, D.C. for work.  She followed soon thereafter.  Still, as you know, separation would cause a tremendous strain on the family, and we hope to avoid that.  We have a few other options.  Separation is just one option AND the worst-case scenario.  Another option is to have a second child, in which case my wife would stay home.  We don’t really know what we will do until we cross the proverbial bridges of life and have to choose which paths to take.  We’ll do our utmost to make sure that we are together.  My employer has an excellent track record when it comes to assigning tandem couples.  Most couples who are separated do so voluntarily.
 
Note to Quemino:  I was sorry to find out that I can’t visit you online anymore!  We’ll only be in Seattle for about 24 hours during this trip, but we’ll be back in February when we move from Korea to Paraguay.

Fresh air

We made it safely back to the U.S. this afternoon.  We’ve been sporadically catnapping since yesterday morning (Korea time) and are now feeling the jetlag.  I went through another bout of severe chills brought on by overheating during a long haul flight.  It’s a strange and terrible feeling being on a trans-Pacific or trans-Atlantic flight, 35,000 feet up, with mild turbulence, seven or eight hours into a flight, the cabin darkened to allow passengers to sleep, feeling very ill, sweating profusely, and shaking visibility from the cold sensation you get from overheating and poor cabin circulation.  My wife said I looked deathly pale during the bout.  Fortunately, I recovered by the end of the flight after drinking some water and eating a bit of food.  This attack was not as bad as some, but it was still very discomforting. 
 
We’re doing our best to turn our days and nights around so we can quickly adjust to the time difference (-16 hours).  It feels great to be back in the U.S. for the first time since February 2005.  The first things I noticed were the fresh air and blue skies.  I’d almost forgotten the sensation of breathing in clean, fresh air and crystal clear blue skies, a far cry from the pollution and yellow sand in East Asia.  I also enjoyed tasting good water that didn’t need to be thrice filtered.  Or taking in the snow-capped mountains, evergreen trees, and deep blue lakes and rives.  Some things you just can’t replicate overseas, like Disneyland or Starbucks.  I really missed the environs of the Pacific Northwest.  While we could have spent our R&R in Australia, I’m glad we came home.  To me, there’s no better place on Earth than the Pacific Northwest.