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Friday, July 23, 2010

jen-nay!

It's about a gallion degrees here today. With even more humidty. Meaning?

It's time for this.



Thank you, Columbus for producing Jeni's Ice Cream. You are temporarily forgiven for the whole buckeye thing.

Friday, July 16, 2010

occupational delight

"Next on the agenda, today's storytime. The person who was going to do it has today off, any volunteers?" Blank stares engulfed the groggy morning meeting room. Everyone was considering how long until their next cup of coffee, leaving no thought for children's books. "No, really, anyone?"

"I'll do it." The words were out before she knew it. She must still be sleeping, why else would she have volunteered at the last possible moment to read to a group of toddlers.

The meeting adjourned shortly thereafter and she made a mad dash to the children's section, hoping that all of the hours she had spent reading there rather than working would finally come in handy. Rifling through the shelves, she located some of her favorites, Let's Do Nothing, Always Lots of Heinies at the Zoo, The Duchess of Whimsy, and then heaped on more for good measure.

Returning to the meeting room to use the half hour before story time to prepare, she thought of all the Scandinavian fairy tales she had forced on her roommates years ago. Toddlers can't be that bad, right?

The appointed hour came and she took her seat in the oversized chair designated for the storyteller. A handful of children sat at her feet and she grabbed her first book.

"'Help!' yelled the Page. 'King Bidgood's in the bathtub and he won't get out. Oh, who knows what to do?'" She added all the emphasis and pizazz she could think of and it must have worked, the children were all smiling. "'I do!' cried the Duke...'"


The children didn't move. They kept their eyes locked on her and the colorful illustrations waiting for the next book. Unsure of how many to read, she worked her way through the small mountain of resources she had prepared. She asked them questions, did voices where she could, and still the children smiled. Finally out of books, the story time came to an abrupt end. The children returned to their waiting mothers while she gathered the picture books and returned to work.

Did she do that right? Did the kids have fun? Did she choose the right books? Who cares, she thought, I just got to spend an hour and a half reading some of my favorite books!
"'Come in,' yelled the king, 'tonight we fish in the tub!'"

Friday, July 09, 2010

bon anniversaire

Nostalgia has been weighing heavily on me through June and July as I consider milestones that are approaching. On June 8, 2009, I decided to move to Columbus, Ohio. In the month following, I sold most of my earthly possessions, and made preparations for my cross-country voyage. I began volunteering at the Springville Museum of Art. I barely slept, crammed in last-minute excursions with friends and family I'm still not sure when I'll be able to see again, and I found a kindred spirit. Somewhere in there I attended the temple weekly and prepared myself to receive my own endowment.

Nonny met me in Provo. He loaded up liten bil with the help of his two industrious and wonderful brothers who I love very dearly. After hugs to these uncles and my Liver, Nonny and I crammed ourselves into the tiny toyota and pulled out of my parking lot. I soaked in the mountains inbetween tears. What am I doing? What does Columbus hold for me?

On the morning of July 9, 2009, Nonny and I took a break-of-day walk around the Nauvoo temple together. Piling back in the car, we began a rain sodden day that would end with us pulling into the driveway of my childhood home in Detroit. A little over two weeks later, surrounded by friends and family, I entered the Detroit, Michigan temple and received my endowment.

A month later, I was sitting in the institute building in Columbus scared out of my mind.

I often wonder why it was that I needed to move to Columbus, Ohio, especially after not getting into Ohio State. Providence intervened to get me here so quickly and safely, but why?

A year ago today it was that Nonny and I pulled in the driveway. 365 days that have shaped, molded, and morphed me. I think it is quite possible that I have cried more in the past year than I ever have or hopefully ever will. With my dreams dashed, Columbus seemed like a joke to me. Then I started thinking of all that has happened. I've stretched the limits of my heart, and tested the bounds of my faith. Friends have been made, lost, and cherished. Yes, I've cried, but I have also never laughed so heartily or felt the adventure seeping out of every day so fully.

365 days later, I'm a recommending holding, part-time job working, amateur artist who has a great network of friends locally and internationally. I've sunk lower than I thought possible only to build a boat and reach the shore. And dreams, I am finding, were made for reshaping.

July 9, 2010, worked a full day at the library, nearly didn't make it to the airport in time, and went for a drive in the rain. Realized that Columbus really is the place for me. For now...