Anyone who has seen the movie UP knows where the title of this post came from and probably has an inkling of what I’m going to talk about. The rest of the post will be behind a cut. I don’t intend to spoil plot points, but I do want to talk about the themes of the movie and those who haven’t seen the film may want to see it first. I recommend it by the way. It is well worth seeing.
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My church primary class is full of particularly active five-year-olds. When people at church ask me which class I teach, I list off the names. By the time I am done listing, their eyes have gone wide and they say “Oh. You have your hands full.” Yes I do. But as my backyard neighbor wisely noted, I like the interesting kids. I would much rather spend two hours figuring out how to wrangle difficult kids than to spend two hours bored sitting next to quiet ones. The kids arrive to me after they have already been sitting for an hour of church. We spend the next hour in a large group meeting. The third hour is spent in a classroom with just our class. That is a lot of sitting for any five-year-old to take. Fortunately the women who are in charge understand children. Some of them are the mothers of kids in my class. They work very hard to keep things interesting for the short attention spans. We also figure out novel ways of encouraging the kids to stay in their seats. I have been known to hand kids an imaginary glue stick and ask them to glue their backs to their seats. We have a good time, and the kids are glad to come even though they sometimes get tired of sitting.
The average attention span in my class is shorter than much of the rest of the room. I am always sure to include in my church bag some objects that are unusual, safe, and quiet. These I pull out when behaviors begin to spin out of control. The most unexpectedly popular of these items is a roll of masking tape. It began when I put tape around the fingers of a wiggly boy. The sensation was so novel for him that he sat for a full ten minutes just listening and wiggling his fingers. Not to be left out, other kids wanted their fingers taped too. Finger taping gave way to simply playing with pieces of tape. One little boy will walk in and immediately demand a piece of tape. Once given it, he promptly sticks the tape to his face. Over his eyes, over his nose, over his mouth, the tape is stuck and unstuck repeatedly. It makes me nervous whenever he sticks it over his mouth. Particularly when several other kids follow suit. Professional teachers have been fired for sticking tape over a child’s mouth and there I am sitting with a row of taped-mouthed children. I know that they stuck it there themselves, but I can’t be confident that this information will be accurately portrayed by an interrogated five-year-old. I can just picture those sweet, smiling faces honestly saying that their teacher glued them to their seats and gave them tape to put over their mouths.
Fortunately I am in no danger of a lawsuit. The other adults in the room see me handing tape to the kids. Then know that rather than using the tape as any kind of punishment, I’m actually warning that I’ll have to take the tape off if the kids can’t be a little more quiet. Also, I know all of the mothers of these kids. Most of them are my good friends and they’re glad to have me as their child’s teacher. It is nice that my teaching philosophy matches that of most of the parents. At this age it is not important to drill kids with doctrine, but just to teach them that church is a good place to be. Deeper understanding of how to relate to God and doctrine can come later. So class time features a brief lesson, storybooks, and playing with duplo blocks. Mostly they build space ships and fly them around the room. It warms my science fiction loving heart to see that building and flying space ships is so generally accepted among this crowd. I do miss attending the adult meetings, but hanging out with kids, masking tape, and Duplo block space ships isn’t so bad.
I have two basic approaches to cleaning. One is the “make it presentable” approach which involves basic pick up and stowing things out of sight. During this I try to put things where they belong, but my primary focus is on creating order in the living spaces. The second type of cleaning is “Corners first.” This is when I start by digging out the corners and closets of the house. I’ll empty out a closet completely and the only things that are allowed back in are the things which actually belong there. This type of cleaning invariably unearths bags full of garbage and even more bags of things that are for giving away. I always feel better after this type of purge and the house is much easier to keep orderly after I am done.
I haven’t had time to do any “corners first” cleaning for months. Today I started in our storage/shipping room. It is amazing the quantities of not-particularly-useful stuff that got shoved into there to be “out of the way.” The problem is that with the influx of new merchandise and books this summer all of that stuff had become very much in the way. So I sorted, and threw stuff out, and stashed things in the garage rafters. I have a huge pile to donate to a thrift store. I have another big pile that needs to be hauled over to our storage unit. I can now walk in the shipping area. I can quickly and easily access the things that I will need to fill orders. The space is functional again. It is amazing how much less stressed that makes me about the upcoming events of the summer.
In the process of organizing the shipping area, my office has improved as well. I still have more work to do there. I’d like to be able to vacuum soon. Also, I need to be able to put a guest bed in there. After my office, the next place in need of major attention is the garage. The garage shelves have turned into a huge jumble of things which don’t really belong in there, but which did not really have anywhere else to be. I know that at least a third of the stuff out there is useless to us and should either be given away or thrown away. We need the space and some of the stuff would be useful to other people.
I worked steadily all day. I need to have another couple of steady work days like today. I’m hopeful that I can have them next week, unless there are more urgent business tasks waiting to ambush me. The one thing we did not do so well was have a family outing. The weather ruined our intention to attend the church picnic/swim party. Then Kiki fell sick which ended the plan for a family trip to the movies. Hopefully we can do the movie trip on Monday instead.
I was not inclined to cook dinner and there were coupons, so it was Del Taco for dinner. Besides Gleek and Patch deserved to get to do something special since Link was off at Scout Camp and Kiki was off role playing with Howard. So we loaded into the car and headed out.
At first the conversation revolved around Fable 2. Each of the kids has their own game file. Gleek and Patch had much to discuss. I’ll admit that it was a bit odd listening to Gleek talk about her Bert and realize that she’d had her character get married in the game. She’s been having a great time buying him a house and giving him presents. All the implications of being married completely pass over Gleek’s head. She’s just playing house in the virtual world of Fable 2. However discussion of Bert did lead her to ask me questions about how flirting works in real life. It was a nice moment for me to impart information on how I think healthy relationships should work and to give her some selection criteria that may be of use to her in about ten years. It underlines for me how different my kids are. It never occurred to Kiki or Link to ask questions about flirting.
The topic of conversation turned, which was something of a relief. I did not want to enter Del Taco in the midst of a conversation with an 8-year-old telling her how to go about selecting a boyfriend. My relief was short lived because I found myself mired in a conversation about blindness. Several weeks ago Gleek came to me and declared a passionate desire to be blind and she wanted to know how she could become blind. Gleek is strong willed and occasionally impulsive and it seemed fearfully possible that she might deliberately blind herself if I gave her the information. So I prudently gave her the true, but incomplete, information that some people are born blind and others become blind through illness. Stymied on the possibility of blindess, Gleek was frustrated to learn that I gave the same answer about deafness. I was not pleased to have a rehash of the conversation as we were pulling into the Del Taco parking lot. Discussions of how exactly congenital damage occurs were not conducive to eating.
Fortunately entering a new location is always highly distracting. Del Taco is located on the corner of a busy intersection. Patch immediately declared his desire to eat at the colorful be-umbrellaed tables outside. Since there was a fence and some grass defending the spot from the street, I agreed. As usual, the kids pinged about examining the new space. The tables, benches, fence, grass, and Del Taco itself were all scrutinized. This being a taco place, the kids naturally settled on Hamburgers as their food of choice. So we sat and ate while the cars drove by.
After awhile Gleek picked a sesame seed off the top of her hamburger and walked solemnly over to drop it into the grass. She informed us that she was planting a hamburger seed and that it would grow into a hamburger tree.
“Really?” Patch asked, his eyes wide.
“Yup.” Gleek assured him. She went on to describe how the tree grows both the burgers and the buns. Then people pick them and put them together. After a moment she added that the tree grows ketchup too.
At first Patch was not quite sure whether or not to believe her. She was so calmly certain of the facts that she was telling. I wasn’t even sure whether Gleek believed this tall tale. But then the sly smile emerged and Patch grinned back. So they planted several more hamburger trees while they finished eating.
Then Gleek began watching the cars driving by. She noticed a van like ours and drew our attention to it. That was why we were all looking at the street when the parade float drove past. It was gloriously sparkley and traveling fairly fast. If we had not been looking, we would have missed it. We all laughed about it being our own private parade, when a second float also drove past. A few minutes later there was a third, much slower float towed by. I can only imagine that they’re being hauled down to Provo for the upcoming Fourth of July festivities. We waited, but that was the end of the parade. Del Taco has now been cemented in the kids’ minds as a very cool place to eat.
Last night I was in need of encouragement. Weeks of stress and no routine had worn me down to the point where I felt like I was failing at everything. No matter what I looked at or thought about, it was tallied up as evidence of my various failures. I was aware of the illogic, but I couldn’t seem to kick it out of my head. So I was in avoidance mode switching between reading a novel which didn’t completely interest me to reading the internet which didn’t completely interest me. I’d finally managed to shuffle all the kids off to bed and was ready to bury myself in something escapist.
This was the point at which Howard came to me and asked if I needed him to spend time with me rather than sitting down to play Fable 2. My answer should have been “yes.” But Fable is escapist and I was focusing on escaping. Also I was aware that much of what was stressing me are large scale fears about how our business is shifting and what those shifts will require from me. Once I started talking, it was all going to spill out. I was afraid that it would be like a dam breaking and that Howard would be left feeling guilty about all the things that the Schlock Business requires of me. We’ve been there before. I also did not want Howard to have to give up his relaxation to tend to my illogical fears. So I told him Fable would be fine, but part of me wanted him to read my mind and dig for the buried emotion. Then the flood would not be my doing. Also Howard would have demonstrated that he really sees me and what I am going through, that he puts me above relaxing.
What is it with that whole “prove you love me” loop that happens in women’s brains? I can see it, and speak it out loud to Howard, pointing out how ridiculous it is, but I still need the answer to the question “why do you love me?” Late last night Howard and I did end up talking. It was abbreviated since we were both exhausted and aware of the need to be functional today. But I asked the question. Then immediately followed it by saying that I was asking it while needing a specific type of answer, but I couldn’t give him any hints as to what that answer might be, because if I gave him a hint then I wouldn’t know whether he really meant the answer or if he was just parroting back the words I told him to say. Howard and I laughed together about the stupid illogic and twisty mind game that was going on in my head. Then Howard answered the question and he got it right. And I cried. And I realized that the answer I really needed was “I see all that you do, and it matters.” Why was I so tangled up that I couldn’t just ask for the affirmation? Sometimes I can be straightforward and sometimes I have to walk in these stupid little emotional thought loops in order to get anywhere. No wonder men get so frustrated with women. I get frustrated with myself.
Just today a good friend wrote about how much she enjoys the company of her guy friends. She likes that everything is straightforward and simple. I’ve been friends with enough guys that I can see what she is describing. I can see how it would be relaxing. I even try to be that way. I try to take friendships and events at face value. Some days I can, but other days there is this layer of my brain that is analyzing, telling me that things can not be so simple as they appear. There must be more layers and meanings. This part of my brain takes trends and spins them into possible futures and urges me to make today’s decisions based upon those possible futures. I must consider the tones of voice and body postures to look for hidden meanings which could be indicators of unspoken emotional issues. Obviously those issues must be resolved so that the friendship can continue. There is nothing simple about the way my brain works. I can see exactly why guy friends could be much more relaxing than girl friends, because I can see inside my own thoughts/behaviors and I know that I’m pretty simple for a girl. I’m self-aware about my stupid little emotional loops. It helps, but not as much as the ability to walk in a straight line would.
The good news is that I am not constantly circuitous. Most of the time I am able to say exactly what I mean. I just end up spinning in circles whenever I have unresolved fears or emotions. Like that fear about being a dam near breaking. I did not break. Howard helped me manage my overflow valve and the stress level is much lower this morning. Things that were overwhelming yesterday are simple tasks today. Life is better and everything feels brighter. I can even look ahead at this summer’s events with feelings of anticipation rather than dread. This is good. I should talk to Howard more.
We’re now two weeks into summer and I still haven’t gotten anywhere near establishing a normal routine. The more I look at our calendar of events, the less I believe routine will have any part in this summer. It looks much more like I’ll be muddling through one thing after another. At least now I have pinned dates onto major events. This helps me picture how to plan things.
Today was the XDM release planning meeting. We met with the Hickmans over lunch to discuss merchandise, marketing, and scheduling. I was incredibly stressed going into the meeting. I knew that I would emerge from the meeting with a To Do list. I’ve been scrambling to try to clear away all the post-shipping stuff so I could have a clear schedule for the incoming To Do items. I didn’t manage it. Fortunately that didn’t matter. I should have remembered what a joy the Hickmans are to work with. I came out of the meeting less stressed, and surprised to realize that most of the To Dos assigned to me had already been on my list. Also lunch was really yummy. I’m sorely tempted to hop in the car and go buy dinner. But I won’t. We’re in solid financial shape right now, but with the income from XDM a great big question mark and expenses for two huge conventions coming up, it is wise to be cautious about spending. XDM is going to consume most of my business attention in July.
I think what I’m having the most trouble with is work/life balance. During the school year I have nicely segregated sections of time which are devoted to either work or family. But if I wait until the kids are not around to get work done, the work would never get done. So it is all muddled up together. Time for me to be alone and recharge is next to non-existent. Granted, there are times when the kids happily occupy themselves for several hours, but there are also times when I am interrupted every 5-10 minutes for hours on end. If I could know which to expect in advance I could plan for it. Instead I’m constantly trying to juggle paying attention to kids and paying attention to work. Whichever I pick, part of my brain is certain that I have picked wrong.
I am optimistic about next week. I have no business events scheduled. Perhaps I can catch up on maintenance tasks and get a glimpse of the ever-elusive routine. The glimpse will be brief. Routine will be scared back into hiding because the following week is awash in company coming to visit. Company is happy, but definitely not routine.
The rose bush grew off the corner of our front porch. As far as I knew the bush had always been there. I certainly have no memory of my parents planting it. It was likely there when my parents bought the house. Unlike the small reddish roses in the back yard, this bush grew giant roses. I had to cup both of my small hands together to hold just one of the pink and yellow blooms. I loved those roses. I loved the non-standard color of them. Our yard was not the pretty one on the block. With seven kids to tend, there was not much energy left to make the yard attractive. But when the roses were in bloom, we had beauty. I loved the roses even more when I learned that they were called Peace Roses. The variety had been smuggled out of France just prior to the German invasion during World War II. This was the rose that was given to all the delegations of the newly formed United Nations. This beauty had history attached.
When the passage of time and events brought me to plan my wedding, I was not a person who had clear ideas of what I wanted. I knew that I wanted things to be pretty, but I had very little idea how to arrange that. I was also very focused on not spending too much money. My wedding dress, sewn by my aunt, cost less than most girls spend on their first prom dress. But when my mother asked what flowers I wanted for my bouquet, I already knew the answer. I wanted Peace Roses. In fact Peace Roses were the only uniting theme of the wedding. I didn’t have bridesmaids or mandatory color matching. The decorations were minimal, but there were matching floral arrangements on the tables, cake, and my bouquet. In the end the flowers were silk roses. Silk roses were simpler to arrange. We bought them months in advance rather than having to arrange a wedding day floral delivery. But we did find silk roses with the Peace Rose colors. And I was happy.
I look back on my wedding and realize that if I were to arrange the wedding now, there are many things I would do differently. At the time I dumped most of it onto my mother because I did not much care about details so long as I had Howard. I suspect that this looking back and re-evaluating is common and that it is possibly the source of much wedding stress as mothers try to do better for their children than they did for themselves. The thing I have come to realize is that yes I would do it differently if I had to do it now. Of course I would. I am a different person now than I was then. I have far more experience planning and arranging large events. I’ve had 16 years of refining my opinions about the things I like and do not like. At the age of twenty I was much less certain of myself than I am now. But the fact that I would now plan things differently does not mean that I need to make any attempt to “fix” that wedding. It was just fine. It was perfect for who I was at that point in my life. The fact that it would not be perfect today just means that I have changed, not that the wedding was wrong.
So if I had to do it now, what would I change? There are myriads of small things, but the one that looms largest is that I would have real cut flowers. Real flowers have textures and scents in ways that silk flowers never can. But see, I was not a gardener at the age of twenty and so this did not matter so much. I just picked the only flower with which I’d had close personal acquaintance. Now I’m very familiar with an array of beautiful blooms. I love so many flowers that I would be hard pressed to pick only one. I doubt that I would pick roses. As a gardener I am not a lover of rose bushes. This house had two dozen of them when I moved in and they are suffering slow attrition as they die or I dig them up to plant things which will not attack me. No, I would not pick roses.
But then I found this photo of a Peace Rose on my internet reading list. It was taken by Provophoto, whose photo-a-day journal continually amazes and interests me with the beautiful images he captures. I saw that Peace Rose and was transported back to being a young girl on my parent’s porch with the bush of giant blooms in front of me. The photo reminded me of the one rose bush that I loved. It is almost enough to make me want to plant a Peace Rose bush in my garden so that I can once again hold a double handful of bloom and bury my nose in the memories. So I guess for all the changes in my life and preferences, some things stay the same. These threads come from my past and extend into my future and allow me to still be me no matter what else may shift. And so now I love Peace Roses even more, because for me they are symbolic of continuity as well as peace, and beauty, and childhood
The day after Shipping Day is generally a jellyfish day. I drift in the tides of the day without much ability to direct myself or get things done. I did jellyfish last night, and I slept late this morning. But then the contractor showed up to finish some odds and ends. This caused me to dash upstairs and put on some clothes. Then the doorbell rang and it was a Fed Ex delivery of the XDM advance copies. This means that we’ve begun the headlong run of XDM promotion, pre-order, and shipping. There will also be the negotiation of distribution deals to get the books into stores. All of that will be followed by Worldcon with the announcement of Hugo awards, and Gencon with even more XDM promotion. I will find some quiet spaces in there somewhere, but it does not feel like things will be truly calm again until the kids go back to school late in August.
So instead of jellyfishing, I spent the day crossing things off of my To Do list. It was a long list. I’m not going to get it all done. Whatever I don’t get done today can go onto tomorrows equally long list. At least I already scheduled some social time tomorrow afternoon where I get to go out with a friend and no kids. That space is mine and business cannot encroach. Also I’ll likely be a nicer mother once I’ve had some time away from the children. Children seem to radiate interruptions. I don’t think a single task for today was accomplished without at least one interruption in the process.
Did I mention the XDM books are beautiful? They are beautiful. I’m hoping that sometime today I can sit down and really feel triumphant that I was critical to making it be a book. A feeling of triumph would be good.
The shipping is done. It is amazing how much stress no longer exists in my head. It had been there so long I’d forgotten what my brain was like without it.
Once again our volunteers were amazing. We had many repeat volunteers and every time I turned around they were solving problems as soon as the problems were identified. There weren’t many problems. Most of them were me forgetting things. Having multiple organizers made a world of difference.
Sunday is supposed to be a day of rest. I step out of my routine and spend more time in contemplation of things beyond my daily existence. It is good to have this emotional and spiritual resetting once per week. Today, like the rest of this week, did not fit the normal schedule. This meant a two-hour-long meeting early in the day rather than a block of three one-hour meetings in the afternoon. The afternoon stretched out in front of me and I made use of it to relocate the contents of Howard’s office back where they belong. We’ve put everything into place. There will be a blog with pictures next week sometime. It feels really good to be putting things back. And Howard’s new work space is very nice. I am jealous of his window. My office doesn’t have one. So I guess this Sunday was spent in a physical reset rather than an emotional/spiritual one. Unfortunately the rest of the house still has significant cluttering and needs clean-up. I’d vow to tackle it tomorrow, but tomorrow is the big shipping day.
Tomorrow is the big shipping day and I am not a frazzled ball of stress. I attribute this both to the wonderful help that I got from Janci and also to sufficient experience to finally teach my brain that panic is not a necessary component of this process. Also I think I’ve been relying on displacement and denial. If I don’t think about shipping it will all be okay right? Truth is that I’ve spent a lot of time planning and prepping for shipping over the last month. Janci has spent as much or more. There is no preparation left to do. Now I just need to trust myself rather than fretting endlessly about what I missed. And yet, I think I will be a lot more relaxed/happy once the packages are all sent.
