Fun with air compressors

 

Dad: A Survey

 A very early memory of Dad?

Carrie- I remember Dad trying to teach me to play chess, in Australia. I would zoom my pieces over by his queen and say, "I don't want to take you, I just want to talk to you." 

Rachel- Doing tricks with Dad, where he would fling me around through the air, onto his shoulders, onto the couch. It felt death-defying and completely safe all at once.

Sarah- What comes to mind is me and the snake at the sand pit in the blue house but I don't remember how old I was, 4 maybe. Getting carried in from the car.

Claire - Once when I was sick, I came out of bed around midnight, and watched Saturday Night Live with Dad in the dark living room. It was the first time I realized there were things happening in the world after my bedtime.

Vivian- Him offering to pay us $1 to do feats of strength at the pool. Also watching Rocketman in the theater and then driving home all crazy-like.

Beth- "watch me Dad. DAD! AGAIN!! WATCH ME! Watch MEEEE Dad!! AGAIN! DAAAADDD!!"

Is there a joke you learned from Dad that you now repeat?

Carrie- "Thanks for having us." "Thanks for being had."

Rachel- "What's the matter, don't you trust me?" Is there even a joke associated with that, or is that the whole joke? I don't even know.

Sarah- "I don't know that guy (the Pope) but the other guys John Swarts" and there's always King Kong doing the dishes. I can't say I repeat them though.

Claire- Only in my head. 

Vivian- California border guard: "Anything to declare?" Dad: "What do you need?' 

 Beth - "Do you know Guy Ashby?"

A time Dad surprised you, or you surprised him?

Carrie- I decided to surprise Dad once by hiding in the backseat of his truck when he was going somewhere. He thought he was alone until we arrived and I popped up and said, "Hi Dad!" I'm actually really lucky that I survived, because there was a moment there when he might have taken my head off.

Rachel- Dad took me fishing with one of his friends when I was really young and I was so excited, especially when we actually caught a fish. There were three surprises: 1) I was surprised to learn the fish die at the end of fishing, 2) Dad was surprised by how hard I cried, and 3) Dad's friend was surprised he let the fish go for me.

Sarah- what comes to mind is hide n go seek in the dark. You just know that He's in the closet, staircase, other room etc. because you saw him go in there then he grabs you by the neck a minuet later.

Claire- I went out of town for Christmas, and by the time I came back Dad had torn out the awful 1979 etched mirror wall in my living room, and painted us an amazing mural. 

Vivian- that time he STABBED me with a KNIFE!

Beth -that time he STABBED Vivian with a KNIFE!

Advice from Dad that you took to heart (or didn't)

Carrie- Dad rarely gave serious advice about big life decisions. He really tried hard to let us plot our own lives. But when I was trying to decide if I should go to medical school, he broke his own rule and told me he thought I should go. It was such a relief to have him just SAY it, and it made up my mind. I've always been really grateful for that little boost of courage from him.

Rachel- "Hit first, hit hard, run fast." I put this to practice when Carrie and I had a telenovella fight and I knocked Carrie's ice cream out of her hand and ran away. (haha I just thought of this the other day- Sarah)

Sarah- "Bring home the good drugs" and Give everyone the benefit of the doubt

Claire- Maybe just a general teaching that I was capable of learning new things, and doing hard things. He never really sold us short, you know? It helped.

Vivian-  I was trying to decide between an intership program in Washington DC or study abroad in England and dad said "England sounds more fun". He was right.

If you could go on an outing with Dad, where would you go and what would you do?

Carrie- It's on my bucket list to go to a World Cup soccer game with Dad. My goodness that would be fun.

Rachel- A roadtrip across Canada.

Sarah- I was also thinking Canada. The Olympics, a soccer game, or Oregon  

Claire- I’d have him show me around Australia. 

Vivian- to a modern art museum 

Beth - Hardware store. Make metal art.

Something Dad made or fixed for you?

Carrie- every time that I turn on the light over my sink when I'm washing dishes I think about Dad. How did I even manage before that was there? He was so tired that day from fixing all my other things, but he doped up with some caffeine and ibuprofen and installed one more thing for me, and it's changed my life.

Rachel- After last week, it feels like he fixed everything around the new house. He also made me a bookshelf years ago that I still use and love; no one else has anything like it.

Sarah- Shade, shelves, necklaces. He once got me hooked up to tv/cable when I lived in the nunnery.

Claire- Yeah, this is a tough question. I mean...everything? I think the most impactful to me might be when he came to Atascadero before I even moved in, and made one bedroom into two- to be ready for when we finally came down after Mae was born. That time in our life was crazy, and it was super nice to have someone take on that project.

Vivian- remember that time he knocked out a wall and installed a 4-paneled sliding glass door, that changed the entire flow of my house??  Also lots of shelves.

Beth- A freaking rad HOUSE.

Something you remember Dad making in the kitchen

Carrie- I remember Dad's secret ingredient was sugar. Chinese food? Add a little sugar. Marinara sauce? sugar. Potato soup? Goes down easier with a little sugar. We always made such a fuss about his Sunday dinners, and he finally told us why we liked them so much.

Rachel- Beverages. Smoothies, juice mixes, lemonade, orange juice from his oranges, hot chocolate...always good beverages with Dad.

Sarah- Rach I thought you would say Happy Juice (Kool-Aid). Sunday dinner, drinks we sat around once thinking if we had a restaurant what would we serve and he said different mixed drinks.

Claire- Egg rolls. Butterfish. Homemade corn dogs. 

Vivian- Breakfast at the Farris house 

Beth - Chinese food on Sundays.

Favorite Dad Halloween costume?

Carrie- I wasn't lucky enough to see it in person, but Blue Man was pretty memorable.

Rachel- the vampire, where he took a red marker around with him to leave bite marks on his victims.

Sarah- The vampire was a classic. Any good scary mask makes me think of him.

Claire- I only remember the vampire. Because it sort of felt like that was his true self, and the rest of the year was a costume.

Vivian- werewolf 

Beth - I'm BLUE abodee abodie abodee abodie..

Who is Dads favorite?

Sarah- Me

Claire- Me

Vivian- I don't think there's any debate here. 

Beth - Sorry guys.

Carrie- I'm assuming you guys all know it's Rachel, right?

Summer 2021 in Pictures

 

Summer 2021 in Words

 This was the summer where everyone went places. The Rees family went to San Diego. Viv and Jerry went to Salt Lake City. Theo went to San Diego. So did the Lawrences, and Carrie and Lucy. Then Theo and Levi went to Madera. Eric moved to Colorado and then Darcy went to visit him. So did Sydney. Rachel went to Mom and Claire's. The Thomases went to Idaho. Dad and Kathy went to Atascadero, as did Carrie, Chris and Lucy. The Gregorys went to Salt Lake City 18 times (or something). Basically we got around a bit. Also, we were funny.

Mae, pretending to Google something: "What is the biggest thing in the world?"
(gasps)
"Sorry Hal, it's your FACE!"

Beth, addressing the boys: "The Olympics are very important to me. We are going to watch them with respect. If you do not want to do this you can go somewhere else, but if you're in here, no complaining."

(Olympics theme starts on TV)

Levi: "Um why do we have to..."

(Beth whirls to stare at him, fire in her eyes)

Levi: "...sit this far away from the TV?"

Jerry, after performing a feat of strength for Theo: "Who is your favorite uncle?"

Theo: "Well, you know about Gordon, right?"

We conquered the Atascadero track meet, with speed, and also with pizza.

 

Getting ready for bed one night:

Claire: Mae! Why are you carrying around 2 pillows, don't you usually only sleep with one?

Mae: Well, yes, but if possible, I would actually like to experience 3...

Pickle taste-testing, and also making our own pickles without a recipe, left a number of people wondering if they actually liked pickles after all.

Syd and Rachel took the boys to the caves. All was well until the hike out where the party got lost in 100* heat and all would have died if not for the seven extra water bottles that Rachel packed.

Beth got a job. Everyone had mixed emotions.

Gordon told a story about finding the bug that carries Chaga's disease in his apartment as a missionary and briefly having to contemplate that he might never be allowed back into the United States.

Gwen organized family Olympics on the beach, complete with medals. Speed walking was spirited, and also there was cheating. (Mom)

Theo: Mom, I had a caffeinated beverage. Is that OK?

Levi: What did you drink?

Theo: Coke Zero

Levi, laughing: Oh, a senior citizens beverage.

A classic photo was reenacted. (See above)

Hugo went with the Big Boys to Beth's house and kept up just fine.

Some unconscionable amount of MarioKart was played.

Mom told a story of throwing fetid meat off of the Blue Heron Lane bridge. Guess we know where Mom would hide a body.

Lucy won 'Outstanding Scholar' at Science Institute, and did a lot of writing.

Jackson grew 3 ft taller, got braces, and won a lot of medals at the family Olympics.

Eric locked the keys in the Gregory truck, got a ride home, watched a bunch of YouTube videos about 'How to Break Into a Car,' then rode his bike back in the middle of the night to try and solve the problem. 

Theo had his first 7-Eleven Slush Puppy and claimed to not like it.

"I hate inaccurate hyperbole more than anyone else in the world." -Lucy

At a fancy tea party, trying to sound sophisticated:

Carrie: "I suspect the boys are off somewhere, unwashed and eating Slim Jims"

Gwen: "I have not heard of this 'Slim' Jim."

"This summer has shown me that there are a lot of different parenting styles. Some parents keep their kids in carseats until they are 12, and others are like, 'Hey, can you steer so I can send this text?'" -Levi

Colin wowed the surfing judges, ultimately bringing home a gold medal.

Viv told a story about summoning an attendant while using a space-age toilet in a Korean rest stop, then fleeing the scene unflushed, hoping to avoid an in-person conversation. 

Hugo got a whipped cream pie in the face for his birthday. Surprisingly/not surprisingly, other kids wanted in on the action.

Angry Tortillas From Outer Space

It was a beautiful day in San Diego. Hugo lay on his back, floating aimlessly in the pool. He could feel the warm sun on his wet skin. His ears were just under the surface of the water, so the world was quiet and peaceful. “I wish I had an otter pop,” he thought. Even though his eyes were closed, he could sense when a shadow fell across the sun. “What’s that?” he wondered, opening one eye to squint up at the sky. “A cloud? In San Diego?”

Wait, what WAS that? Hugo stood up in the pool and rubbed the water out of his eyes. Directly above him in the sky was a collection of floating circles. If those were clouds they were super weird…

As he watched, the tightly bunched circles spread out and zig zagged around the sky. Each one of them was about 6 ft wide, and when they spread out he could see that there were several hundred of them. Hugo’s Spidey Sense began to tingle. Something strange was going on...He reached for the walkie talkie that he and Gwen always kept close by in case of emergencies. “Breaker breaker Nenny Penny, “ he called, using her code name. “I think we have an emergency.”

Gwen was lying on her bed admiring her crystal chandelier. When she heard the walkie talkie alert she immediately executed a side roll and activated a hidden button under the bed, at the same time as she reached for the walkie talkie. “I gotcha, brother,” she said. “Emergency plan activated.”

The emergency button activated the annoying robot neighbor who lived next door. He immediately rang the doorbell and forced Vivian and Jerry into a long conversation in the driveway. With her parents safely out of the way, Gwen raced down the stairs, meeting a dripping Hugo at the computer. As she typed in the password to access the computer, Gwen rolled her eyes at Hugo. “It’s amazing that our parents still think we don’t know the computer password is ‘JerrBear123,’ she chuckled. Hugo laughed, but seemed distracted and kept looking out of the window. 

“By the way, what’s up?” she asked, as she activated a call to the Rees house. Hugo shook his head.as he reached for his lightsaber. “I”m not completely sure…” he said, as the lightsaber zinged to life…”but it looked like Angry Tortillas from Outer Space.”

Once they knew that Hal and Mae were on their way, Gwen and Hugo raced to the window. The menacing shapes were still there, hovering several hundred feet up in the air. They were vaguely circular, cream colored, and if you squinted just right you could see mottled brown patches on their surfaces. “They DO look like giant tortillas,” said Gwen. “What do you think they want? And what is that one doing?” She pointed. Sure enough, a smallish one at the back of the formation was behaving oddly. When the rest of the Tortillas swooped left, this one went right, hovered a bit, and then raced to catch up with the others. When the Tortillas all bunched in close together, this one circled around the edge, at first trying to nudge his way in, but then drifting off to hover over a tree. 

“Is it just me, or does that tortilla look like it’s trying to smell that pinecone?” said Gwen.

“That tortilla is flapjack nuts,” replied Hugo.

They watched as the crazy tortilla reached out, wrapped a bit of itself around the pinecone and gave a gentle tug. However, instead of the pinecone coming loose, an entire branch broke free and crashed to the ground, entangling the giant tortilla with it as it fell. The squadron of flying tortillas swooped away behind a hill, seemingly unaware of their fallen comrade. Gwen and Hugo exchanged looks. “Let’s go,” they said in unison.

Just then there was a screech of tires in the front entryway, as Mae drove a tiny car through the front door and slid to a halt. Hal looked up at Gwen and Hugo from his spot behind the driver’s seat. His eyes were huge and his fingers were white from clutching his hat to his head. “She’s been totally out of control ever since she learned to drive at Legoland,” he said. “But we did make record time. We must have been going 200,000,000 miles per hour!” Mae just looked at them with a wild gleam in her eye. “Well yes,” she said, “But I would like to experience 300,000,000.”

Gwen took charge immediately. “Get that car hidden and meet us in the backyard. We’ve got a rogue tortilla to question.”

Soon the four of them were crouched behind the backyard wall, staring up the hill into the trees. Hugo held his lightsaber at the ready. They could just see the tortilla thrashing underneath the branch. “He doesn’t look tooo tough,” said Hal. “Kind of fuzzy-looking, actually.”

“Hugo, you distract him,” directed Gwen. “The rest of us will sneak around and surprise him from behind.”

Hugo did a front flip over the wall, keeping the lightsaber poised out to the side. He then cartwheeled with one hand over a fallen log, spun in the air, did a figure-8 swoop with the lightsaber and landed, crouched next to where the tortilla lay struggling. Immediately the tortilla stopped wiggling and looked at Hugo. “Ay, carumba!” it squeaked. “That WAS impressive!”

Hugo looked down at it warily, both hands on the lightsaber, Samurai style. “If I let you up from there, are you going to attack me?” he asked. “Oh, goodness, No!” said the tortilla. “I’m a hugger, not a fighter.”

As Gwen, Mae, and Hal stepped out from behind the bushes, Hugo reached down and flipped the heavy branch off of the tortilla, who immediately nuzzled up next to Hugo. “My name is Larry,” he said, “and I’m the kind of tortilla who likes to snuggle.” Everyone relaxed their fighter stances. “Well it’s good to know you guys aren’t dangerous,” said Gwen. 

“Oh, I’m not dangerous,” replied Larry, nodding towards the flying tortilla swarm, “But those guys are trying to kill you.”

In no time, Larry had filled them in on the evil plan of the Tortillas from Outer Space, which was, of course, to take over the world. Hal was suspicious. “Why don’t you want to take over the world too?” he asked.

“Oh, it just seems like so much work,” said Larry. “Do you guys know anywhere that I could take a nap?”

After they pointed Larry towards the couch, the four cousins had a huddle. Larry had told them that the tortillas planned to block out the sun, slowly but surely killing all of the plants on Earth. As they watched, the flying tortilla swarm zeroed on the passionfruit vine in the backyard, gathering themselves until they hovered directly over the plant. Hundreds of times denser than clouds, they completely blocked the sun’s rays. The kids could see the passionfruit vine slowly begin to shrivel up.

“Looks like we’re going to have to stop them the hard way,” said Gwen. “Mae, do your thing.”

Mae climbed on top of the wall and held her hands to the sky. Immediately the sound of thundering hooves could be heard, and seconds later a herd of unicorns raced into the sky above their heads, followed by streams of rainbows. One of the unicorns dipped lower than the rest of the herd. Mae took a running leap off of the wall and somersaulted onto the unicorn’s back as he swooped up to rejoin the others. Seemingly from nowhere a wand with a star on the end appeared in Mae’s hand. She pointed it at the passionfruit vine. “Go, go, Rainbow,” she ordered. The rainbows streaked across the sky and dove for the passionfruit plant. As their rays of light hit the leaves, the plant seemed to shiver with delight and immediately looked stronger. Meanwhile Mae and the unicorns were racing towards the thick blanket of flying tortillas. Swooping her wand back and forth she scattered the formation, sending tortillas flying off to each side where her unicorns were waiting to poke holes in them with their horns. “We’re not making a canoe out of you,” joked Mae.

While Mae and the Unicorns caused chaos in the clouds, Hal pulled his guitar out from where he always carried it slung across his back. As he struck a chord, several tortillas who had been about to sneak up on Mae from behind paused and turned back toward Hal, seemingly confused by the wall of sound. Hal quickly began to play the theme song to the Andy Griffith show. The cluster of tortillas looked caught up in the rhythm, jerking their flat bodies around in time to the music. Hal winked at Hugo. “I taught myself, you know,” he said. Hugo, generally serious during a fight, didn’t respond, but instead threw his lightsaber at the dancing tortillas. It flew end over end, rapidly slicing four of them each into 6 equal sized triangles, which fell out of the sky. Just as the saber’s momentum slowed, Hugo moved faster than the eye could follow, catching his weapon again just before it hit the ground. “Quesadilla time,” he said, with satisfaction.

“Quesadilla time?” laughed Gwen, appearing from inside the house where she had briefly disappeared. “That’s a terrible catchphrase, but I like what you’re thinking little brother.” With that she threw an entire pound of butter down on the hot concrete. It melted immediately and started to sizzle. Hal stopped playing his guitar and instead swung it at the closest invader, using it like a tennis racket and catching the tortilla right around the middle, slingshot-ing it down into the hot butter. The tortilla fried up immediately and Hugo quickly dispatched it into little triangles like the others. “Can you smell what the master chef Gwen is cooking?” crowed Gwen, as she gave Hugo and Hal a hug. 

Mae noticed them from up above as she raced her unicorn army across the sky. “Sorry, no time to snuggle!” she called down, skewering yet another angry tortilla with her star wand. “But snuggling is one of my superpowers,” called Gwen. “Let me show you how it’s done!” With a leap she was onto the trampoline and bounced high into the sky where she scooped a flying tortilla into each arm and snuggled them close to her chest. The tortillas seemed just as susceptible to snuggling as they were to danceable music, and they went limp immediately. Gwen promptly dropped them in the pool. 

In no time at all the tortilla army was completely disbanded and the Tortilla General asked for a conference with the four cousins. They met in the treehouse, with the unicorn army and a giant rainbow hovering overhead. Mae watched from the high branches of the tree where her unicorn had placed her. Gwen held a spatula in a menacing fashion. Hal played the opening notes to “A Final Countdown” on the guitar, and Hugo stepped forward, his lightsaber glowing green in his hand. “How come I feel like we’re doing all the work here?” he asked, holding the tip of the lightsaber under where he imagined the tortilla’s chin might be. “Tell us your plan to surrender.”

The chief tortilla bowed his edge slightly. “My name is Master Chen,” he said, “And I did not expect to meet such powerful resistance here on this planet. We will leave, but to keep our honor, we will take you with us, Young Warrior.” With this, he gestured towards Hugo. Gwen gasped. Hugo held up his hand to silence her, and took a step towards the looming flatbread. “NO.” He said, drawing out every word. “If you did that, my mom would Kill. You. Dead.”

Then he gestured towards Hal. “Tell him the plan, Hal.”

Hal stepped up. “Mercury is the smallest planet in the Solar System and the closest to the Sun. It’s orbit takes 87.9 Earth days, and its orbital eccentricity is the largest of all known planets in the Solar System. Mercury’s surface is heavily cratered, indicating that it has been geologically inactive for billions of years. Its surface temperatures vary diurnally more than any other planet in the system, ranging..”

“Hal, you’re not making a bit of sense,” said Gwen. “Skip ahead a bit.”

“We think you should go to Mercury,” said Hal. “I would challenge you to a guitar duel, but you would lose. Do you know why?”

“No.” said Master Chen.

“Because you don’t have any hands,” said Hal.

“Lose, lose, lose,” said Mae, from up on her perch.

As the tortillas left to Mercury the sun glinted off the heroic figures. Earth was safe once more. 

"I want a weird peanut butter sandwich with gooey mayonnaise and beady-eyed pickles!" Hal yelled randomly.

"I don't know about you guys but I am ready for a nap." Gwen said yawning.

"Let's go snuggle with Larry." Hugo suggested.

As the hero's went inside, they met Vivian coming in from the driveway. "What have you guys been up to?" she asked. "And where did we get this new blanket?"

Assemblers, Assemble!

All hands on deck.

The planets aligned, with Rachel's Big Move and Sarah's birthday converging on Salt Lake City for a one weekend move-in party extravaganza. Someone lit the "Tile!" bat signal, and Beth responded like the hero she is. Even Jen and Adrienne interrupted their vacation to answer the call. On Friday evening, 1319 S 300E was a disaster zone, with tile demolition underway, plastic sheeting in the doorways, disassembled beds leaning against walls, stacked boxes impeding foot traffic and free seed potatoes mouldering on the back steps. By Monday morning the place was an oasis of calm and tastefully placed artwork. In addition to setting up house, we also managed a birthday breakfast, church with Levi, Pina coladas, an Aunt Shirley memorial shoe show, and high speed scooter escapades. 

There's always Levi in the banana stand

Sunday in the park

You wish there was audio with this one.

Finished tilework.

Smile if you like breakfast.

Mothers Day Gallery Walk: A Celebration of Sister Art

In our first piece, an amalgamatory exploration in wood from the mid 21st century, we are drawn into the primordial Creation, as the jumble of chaotic textures and shapes coalesce into the clean orderly lines of the chapel. The lines of the great canyon draw us inevitably towards the small church, clearly inviting us to a communion with a higher power. But is the artist suggesting religion as a place to worship, or merely a place to take shelter from the dangers that assail us? As the granite expanses threaten to overwhelm the delicate structure, the artist seems to ask us, will we too be overwhelmed? In the end, will man made his mark upon nature, or will nature make its mark upon man?

Perhaps this artwork is itself an answer to that question as it mirrors the great act of creation, with the artist’s hands bending nature to conformity. The chapel rests upon the straightest lines in the piece, as if gloating over man’s subjugation of the elements. And yet, those pieces are the most roughened, whereas when we move upwards in  the picture the textures become smoother the closer we get to the comforting blue heavens. As the uplifted rock draws our eyes towards God, we are forced to face a discomforting question: is it possible that non-conformity is the true path to peace?

Next we see a work that at first glance appears light-hearted...

..until we notice the haloed figure screaming in the corner. Is this Ginsburg’s angel-headed hipster, looking for a cemetery dawn? Perhaps this figure represents the artist, asking us to question everything we thought we knew about this happy family.

Is human interaction merely an ineffective balm for inevitable disaster? Do we all grasp ineffectually for youth, failing to realize we’re all plastic dolls in the grasp of destiny? 

What is the meaning of art, if it can be imitated so easily? This parody turns dark as we consider that these figures have tried to make flesh of a two-dimensional image, but then so ironically have become two dimensional themselves. Are we all trapped in a hamster wheel of meaninglessness? Can any of us truly escape the flatness of being?

As age and youth turn their backs on each other in denial of mortality, a spilled urn leaks its lifeforce onto the floor and an empty boot presages death.

Why are we all not screaming in a corner?

A classic example of the Sierra High school of design, our third piece transports us to the tactile arts. This stunning vase oozes rugged individualism and immediately challenges the viewer's sense of self. 

“I stand alone,” says this vase, secure in its sturdy isolationism. “I have no need to feign enthusiasm.”

Eschewing the traditional male/female silhouettes of conventional pottery, this piece refuses to be confined by gender norms. Indeed it laughingly taunts the viewer, male and female alike, with their own inevitable futures, asking,

“Are we not all destined to end up the same shape, thick around the middle?”

The vase is insouciant, indifferent to our superficial worries, and yet a closer inspection reveals the myriad tiny fractures in its facade. Every individual is fragile, it suggests. Perhaps each of us is merely a collection of cracks waiting to crumble?

In stark contrast, our next piece rejects the nuanced humanism of the previous one. “I am stone, and I dare to hold fire!” it shouts to the heavens. At first we are intimidated by its heft, its ambition. “I could throw this, but not very far,” we think to ourselves. And yet, much like Prometheus giving fire to mankind, this lamp reaches out, seeking a connection, reminding us that man, like concrete, was formed from the dust, and that the fire of life burns in each of us.

But does this small box ultimately hold the fire of civilization, or the fire of judgement? For its gilt footing hearkens to Revelations: And his feet like unto fine brass, as if they burned in a furnace.

This furnace gives nothing away, leaving us unsettled. We are used to judging art, but this judges us, a tiny, dense, deity of gold and stone.

Our final piece, “Querencia,” makes the viewer a silent voyeur, frozen in time along with this moment. Who are these two women, and why does there seem to be no interaction between them? Our first impression is one of distance, and isolation even in togetherness. Just as the tiny pieces of paper that make up this image mirror the millions of grains of sand on the beach, do they also echo humanity? The grains are together, but always shifting, perhaps never connected in any meaningful way.

But then we notice the tilt of the bodies, and the relaxed posture of the shoulders. Instead of tension, we realize, there is comfort here. This is not an awkward silence, but a companionable one. Even as each woman is immersed in her own thoughts the two of them unconsciously lean together, survivors on the blanket that stretches like a liferaft on an uncertain ocean. We sense that although dark clouds gather on the horizon, these two are not alone. The bonds that connect them are almost visible, flushed out by hundreds of tiny pieces of memory and shared moments such as this one, perfect moment. The bits of paper in the mosaic are not shifting and random, they are carefully placed, glued together by history, and meaning, and love. The silent voyeur feels a pang of longing to have a relationship like this one, as deep as the sea. 

“Querencia,” meaning a place from which one draws strength, where one feels at home. What a gift it is, to be these women, forged together, come what may.

 

The PB&J Fight of 2007

Last weekend Carrie was making a sandwich for Hugo and she told a story about how she and Claire once got into an argument about the best way to make a PB&J. Carrie thought it was better to put both the PB and the J on one of the pieces of bread and mix 'em together, while Claire advocated for PB on one side, J on the other. We all laughed and agreed Claire was definitely the winner of that debate.

Three days later I got an email from Gmail saying that I was running out of storage in my account, so I started sorting through my oldest emails and deleting many. Well guess what I found in an email from Claire way back in 2007? This amazing picture of pregnant Carrie inspecting two PB&J sandwiches on a hike with Claire:
 

Caption from the original email from Claire: "That morning, we were making lunch, and Carrie and I had a little 'discussion' or 'argument' about the correct way to make a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. So, this is a picture of Carrie closely examining the sandwiches to determine which one looks better to eat. (Turns out mine looked better, but I'm pretty sure it's because I used more jelly.)" 

It really made me laugh to have photo evidence of Carrie so completely invested in her analysis during the now-famous PB&J debate of 2007. Thanks for documenting this moment, Claire. I wonder if you had any inkling that 14 years later this moment would live on!