The Cabin Series - Entry Six: Leaving Here

It never seems all that real anyway. A week of reading, writing, enjoying all day with my family, wandering through the day as if it were totally mine...

We left yesterday afternoon so we could have a few days at home before I had to go back to work. I'm in the airlock now.

It will be a nearly a year before we go back.

The Cabin Series - Entry Five: Happy Anniversary

This post was originally meant for 8/3/06, but when I arrived at the Cedarville library I was greeted to a sign on the door. "No internet today, 8/3/06" - this was apparently true of long distance service, and cell phone coverage across Michigan, Indiana, and Ohio??? Anyone else experience this? There were no news reports and my dad had internet and phone at work on Thursday. This didn't help the librarian's case that she "knows what she is talking about... it's not like we don't have a tech person who deals with this every day."



Today we celebrate 4 years of marriage. We dated four years before. Eight years seems long and so short all at once. This past year has been the best so far. We could never have imagined how a child would deepen our love for one another.

It was just a few weeks after our last anniversary that we found out about Maya. What a whirlwind of a year and particularly the last three months since she has been here. Will we find out about baby number two in a few more weeks? Stay tuned!

The Cabin Series - Entry Four: Coming Out of View

Seeing your reflection through the ancient glass that is all warped and disfiguring can make one anxious.



Even when I try to capture all the fun and beauty of a moment, I mostly fail at pulling it all together into something that will tell the exact story years from now. This picture was taken at Niagara Falls with my Dad. I had the great idea of holding the camera out at arms length and snapping the picture - just capturing the beauty of the place and the fun with my Dad. Oh well, even if I couldn't get the picture just right, there was a tourist from Germany who did a wonderful job of capturing our whole bodies. But I'm pretty sure we can't rely on German tourists for everything.

The past few years have allowed me to be more comfortable with uncertainty in my story, in the story. I'm okay with knowing that there is a huge picture and we have the privilege to see just enough for hope.

The Cabin Series - Entry Three: Bambi Killers

There they were, those bright orange letters blaring through the black.

As a child, I was always slightly frightened of hunters. In my mind, they were always mentioned next to words like "trespassing" or "under the penalty of the law." I used to imagine hardened criminals wandering through the woods, practicing their killing on the forest creatures. The animated movie to which I allude in the title, only helped this theory.

Not only were hunters obviously criminals, they also had a very bad sense of style. I used to sit on the toilet leafing through old Cabela's catalogues. (A practice apparently inherent among the men in my family.) These criminals would wander through the woods, gun on shoulder and fake antlers clenched in their fists, dressed in the most hideous plaids you have ever seen. To top this off they could splash on a little fox urine to throw the deer off their scent.

I'm not condemning hunting. I'll chow on a venison taco any day of the week. I am of the mind that hunting could become a little more '2006' - a bit softer around the edges. A little more 'urban meets backwoods.' Maybe we could have a 'metro' hunting line? A nice fox pee and white tea lotion or flat front camouflage pants...

Just an idea.