Thursday, January 31, 2008
A few weeks ago during a heavy storm my cell phone happened to be charging in our kitchen right in the spot where a small drip started from sitting water on our roof. After a few drops too many, my phone stopped working except with the earpiece. No problem... I used my earpiece. Until one morning when I was sleeping, Reggie ran out of toys (or just got bored) and chewed up my earpiece. So I was reduced to only texting. Still, I didn't take dynamic action because GK and I have two different providers and I wanted to take my time to research our options before we got new plans and new phones. So I texted my little heart out and used GK's phone when I made my calls.
Well... on our lovely walk home from the seminary train this morning, GK took his phone out of his pocket to check the time. Unfortunately, as his hand came out of his pocket, his phone flew out of his hand and flew to the ground several feet in front of us. The body of the phone and the battery separated and we watched in disbelief as the battery teetered on the edge of the storm drain and then fell in! The solutions seems simple enough... get a new battery. Except that his phone is ten years old. So we're hoping that even though we're in the land of no customer service some of the phone numbers of GK's new surfing buddies are still in there and still accessible and that some angel in Brooklyn will help us get them.
So we've reached a critical point in the land of no phones. Stay tuned and hopefully we'll rejoin the 21st century... tomorrow!
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
He'll get another chance soon, that's probably the third factor. He goes quite often. But the extra fun thing about yesterday was that I went with him. Before you think I'm really brave (or crazy), see the photo below. We took the train for a little over an hour transferring twice. We got off at Beach 90th street, and as the name suggests it's about a block and a half from the beach. Once on the beach, I set up camp in my awesome chair that we inherited along with our apartment, my warm clothes and my cocoa.
This picture captures the cold, but what it doesn't adequately capture is how beautiful it was. The sun was shining, the water was beautiful, the sky was clear. And after a short time on the beach I warmed right up and even shed some of my layers.
It was fun to watch GK surf. I really love the effort he makes to continue doing it out here. I love it when he comes home from surfing and is exhausted but ecstatic. There is something in the ocean that recharges him. But the waves yesterday let me see a new level of ability in my surfer. He's really good. When people ask if GK wants a boychild or a girlchild, he just says he doesn't care as long as it's a surfer. I'm excited for him to be able to share that with our little one.
And I'm grateful to be close to water.
Sunday, January 27, 2008
Immediately GK and I tried to get onto ksl.com which seemed to be flooded by those equally shocked. I don't know what I expected to find. But I found articles detailing his incredible life, the changes in procedure and protocol and focus that occured during his administration. Nothing more about his actual death was mentioned than that it occurred at his home surrounded by family.
Of course in my heart I feel gladness that he is finally reunited with his sweet wife. Marriage has taught me a little of what a difficult separation that must be. I think of the wonderful humor and tender insistance that filled his voice when he urged us to walk a little taller and be a little better. I think of how I felt when he said those things. I believed that I could walk taller and be better, and after hearing him speak I knew better how.
I loved President Hinckley. It was during his life and presidency that I gained a personal testimony and grew in my knowledge and understanding of the gospel. I will always remember him with fondness and profound respect. I am also grateful that the work will continue. I am grateful that he will be able to continue his work where he is and that we will be guided and encouraged and chastened by one who has the authority of God.
I am at a loss. I feel incapable of truly expressing the gratitude and sadness that I feel in my heart. I don't feel that they contradict each other, but that they complement each other to testify to me that President Hinckley was called of God because He loves us and recognizes what we needed in the leader of His church.
When GK and I were engaged, my little sweet niece Abby said, "Is Susanna marrying Gordon B. Hinckley?" I laugh at the innocence of her little question, but thought at the time what a beautiful thing it was that this little child knew who our Prophet was. I hope that I can teach my children to love the Lord and His Prophet.
Monday, January 21, 2008
This picture is not a real baby. It's my little friend Liv's baby doll that was taking a nap under her seat. I wanted to put a different picture up for this post, but my camera stopped downloading before the last few pictures were safely on the computer... so I opted for this one until trouble-shooting proves successful.
The picture I wanted to download is one of some t-shirts we recently bought to send to our families. They say on the front "Made in Brooklyn". When GK's mom got the package she thought it was for her dog, because although they would be way too big for Reggie, the itsy bitsy t-shirt is just big enough for either a half-shirt for Kayla or a full size t-shirt for our very own... little Risser!
That's right, right about the time I was philosophizing about the moral implications of carrying on the name of GK Risser (unbeknownst to me) a little parasite was attaching itself to my womb. Now if you're still reading you may be wondering what the final decision was on the handing down of the name. Well stay tuned. We've taken your opinions to heart and completely ignored them all and come July 23 we'll reveal what this little baby's cross to bear will be.
But all joking aside... we are thrilled to be expecting our first little one. We know we have been incredibly blessed, and we are grateful to be able to share the news with so many of our wonderful family and friends!
Monday, January 14, 2008
Lucky me, I jumped off right by where the little row of chairs is and got a seat to wait. A couple sat down next to me and started chatting. To my right a woman approached the bench. She was quite a large woman. She was all in black wearing a lace-up corset, skirt, and fishnets with big boots. Her hair was dyed dark with extreme highlights. She had heavy black eye liner on and several piercings all over her face. She sat down on the other side of the couple.
After a few minutes of just letting my mind wander, I caught a little snippet of the couple's conversation. They were talking about some show the man's friend had just done. He said, "Yeah, they did it in like the biggest mormon church in the world." I'm thinking, the Conference Center? Then he says, "I think he called it the Crystal Palace." Well, not really thinking, I leaned over and said (don't laugh), "Actually, that's not a Mormon Church, it's Scientologist." I wanted to set the record straight. But right after I said that, the lady in black leaned over and said. "No, it's not Scientologist, it's Televangelist. I know because sometimes I watch it just to get pissed off."
I couldn't believe that the conversation had just occured, and I realized that my previous obsession with Tom, Katie and Scientology needs a little factual help, but then again so did the lady in black. In the end I was just glad that neither the Hollywood Celebrity Center (that the Scientologists have for their stars) nor the Crystal Palace (Buck Owen's dance hall in Bakersfield, CA) nor the Crystal Cathedral (which is home to one of the largest Televangelist Dynasties) was confused for the largest Mormon Church. So although I hadn't had a gospel conversation, I did feel good for at least getting the facts straight (with the help of my friend in black).
Friday, January 11, 2008
The production is Oedipus at Colonus which is the play that comes between the tragedy of Oedipus the King (where he kills his dad, marries his mom and guages his eyes out) and the tragedy of Antigone (where his daughter Antigone meets an equally dismal end). We're doing a new translation that has never been staged before.
When I first got cast in November, I was a little disappointed. The Artistic Director of the company had said that I was being highly considered for the roles of Antigone and Ismene (Oeddie's daughters). But when he extended the role, I was cast in the chorus. I was a little bumbed but thought, "Oh well, you gotta start somewhere right?"
The chorus, it turns out, consists of me and two other women. At the first read through of the play we read all the lines marked "chorus" in unison, but as we delved into the rehearsal process, we scored them so that some we divided between us and some we said together. On top of our language, being three beings moving together, most of our movement is choreographed quite specifically. It's really cool. After a short time of rehearsing (we only practiced for a month), I quickly decided that I had exactly the part I would want.
GK came and saw the show last night, and although I'll let him tell his full opinion, he told me that he really enjoyed it. And though some might accuse him of having a slight bias, he said he liked the chorus parts best too.
Tonight is our second performance, and I'm just keeping my fingers crossed. The guy who plays Theseus showed up sick to rehearsal earlier this week and I've been throwing up with a headache and a fever all day. Not cool. Oh well, the show must go on!
Friday, January 4, 2008
I even like those blogs. I just think it's fun to know what people think about posting for the whole world to read. I feel a little sad (and very aware of my addiction) when I click on a link and you have to be an "invited reader" to view that particular blog.
I don't have an addiction to updating my blog yet... I'm working on that. I thought about giving my Father-in-law a coupon for Christmas promising a new blog entry at least once a week, but I didn't know if I could validate it. So Pops... I'll try okay?