Monday, November 28, 2011

Taylor's poem in honor of Tyler Paul Groschick (1989 - 2011)

He taught me to shoot left-handed lay-ups
He taught me how to kick a soccer ball
He taught me how to throw a football
We played a lot of sports
He taught me how to hula hoop
(Well he tried)
He taught me how to turn book stops into prized possessions for your action figures
He taught me how to make a picnic in your house
We did weird things
He taught me how to get home from school
He taught me how to make a fort
He taught me how to play Mario64
We were the poster children for children
He taught me how to be a friend
He taught me how to be a son
He taught me how to be a brother
We learned about relationships
He taught me how to destroy your brother's Lego castles
He taught me how to be a protective brother
He taught me how to be responsible while Mom is away
We were the "Oldest"
He taught me how to reconnect after 10 years
He taught me that time doesn't change us like we think
He taught me that true friendship doesn't end
We were more than just childhood friends
I will think about him all the time
I will tell my children about him
I will be a better person because of him
We are brothers.

Wednesday, November 23, 2011

The Harris's Go Home

This is part three of the three part saga of the Harris's Green Leaf adventure.

So it's Sunday morning and the end of a glorious stay at beautiful green leaf state park. How can all of this be brought to a successful close?

Well, it starts with the prying of reluctant teenagers from their slumber followed closely by a breakfast of something that just has to be unwrapped and ingested. After breakfast, we begin something that resembles a cross between the Bataan death march and a Chinese fire drill. First, all of the stuff that we brought with us is systematically removed from our cabin. Imagine if you will the packing up of P.T. Barnum's greatest show on earth, complete with the flying trapeze, sans the elephants, and you'll get pretty close. Usually there is some yelling at teenagers (our national pass-time) and someone can't find an iPhone or a wallet. After the chaos subsides, all of the stuff, for the most part, is loaded back into the 5 vehicles that were used as original transportation, but shall we say with less precision than before (for instances, the tooth brushes may be in the same container as the stink bait, and the container of left-over tub-o-stuff may be intermingled in amongst the clean laundry and spare batteries). And by the way, no list is needed as we basically just strip the cabin bare and then try to put back the stuff that belongs to the state (I think that's why we have no less than 7 medium sized stainless bowls at home).

Once all of the packing is complete, the kids and dogs are loaded up like in the movie the Grapes of Wrath, and we head to the park office to drop off our first-born male child as payment for our cabin. With any luck, he will be able to work off the bill before Christmas, but if not, we're usually back by Valentine's day for another stay and can pick him up then.

After settling up, we spend the next hour or so hanging around the camp ground with the other stragglers for one last chance to say goodbye and to do our best to help the others with their packing (we offer to drink their leftover beer and pop so they don't have to haul it). We make one last comment as to how much the color of the tree has changed in just 10 days, talk about how good the weather was, and relish in the fact that some lucky soul will get the rest of our fire wood. Once the last lawn chair has been pried from beneath our butts, folded up and loaded, we are ready to depart for home.

So, until next year, we bid lake Green Leaf fare well and start the new countdown... 355 days 'til Green Leaf!

Farts

It was a dark and stormy night here in Mukilteo; the wind blew, the rain blew, the water rose, the snow visited a few days ago. We have had four inches of rain this November and two inches of it was yesterday. I'm glad I don't have to drive to work for the next three days, or wade through any more standing puddles the size of Manhattan.

Storm # 3 is moving in right now after storm # 2 and # 1 and in front of storms # 4 and # 5. There is ten inches of new snow in the mountains with four feet of powder, I'm glad I'm not a snow boarder, truck driver, hiker, snow shoe-er, search and rescue team member, or traveler over the passes for a Thanksgiving holiday.

When I wrote on the blog about all the dogs at The Taylor Family Reunion I neglected the elder statesdog Maggie. How could I forget sweet sweet Maggie? Age I guess. Sorry Maggie, and all you Harris family members who love her. She is about as much trouble as a marshmallow.

I made some fantastic Pear Butter, but after cleaning all the bubbling gallops that bubbled onto my floor, stove, cabinets, micro-wave and refrigerator I probably will never make it again. Damn it is good.

Saw a great movie, finally, Un Prophete, a French gangster prison mafia movie, fantastic. And re-watched Elling, such a great enjoyable sweet movie.

I think melatonin is helping me sleep -- thanks Julia. Oh, by the way, in case none of you noticed Jeff has hiked a few more trails, and if I know Julia she hiked right along beside him. Hiking walking woggering fools. Julia are you up and running yet, or at least walking/jogging?

Has anybody tried the new chocolate filled candy cane yet? I bought my first one but I haven't cracked it open so I don't know how it tastes, but I do love the idea of it. Some people are so clever.

I made a tasty broccoli cheese omelet for breakfast, now that's what you can do with left over steamed broccoli.

I am sou chef to Stephanie's Thanksgiving dinner this year, well, actually Ian is sou chef, I'm just filling in with vegetables and desserts. It will be a lovely gathering of family, friends, book clubbers, and colleagues. Did I ever mention to you what a great cook Stephanie is? I think she is a little overwhelmed by the growing guest list, but game. Roger keeps telling her he can set up enough tables so every one will have a place to sit down. Stephanie doesn't do the scoop it out of a pot on the stove and use your lap as a table sort of dinner. I love Stephanie.

Ian had the nicest compliment. When Something Silver's general manager came back from the grand opening of the Disney World store, he said when the Disney executives did the final walk through for opening approval, and they are very strict, they said it was one of the very best merchandising jobs they had ever seen at a new opening at Disney World. That's my Ian. From the Disney executives lips to your ears, that's my Ian.

So, after Ian gassed up my car, made the library run, did the grocery shopping, the hauling in of said groceries, the laundry, and part of the cooking, I will now get busy and do my part for the big Thanksgiving day. See why Stephanie wants Ian as sou chef instead of me.

Now, as to farts. I have it on good authority that the average human being farts 7-10 times a day. So get ready for a fun friendly family Thanksgiving dinner -- then relax.

Love from Washington to all you Okies, Arkies, Texans, Californians and whom ever else needs a little love today.

Monday, November 21, 2011

The Harris's at Green Leaf

As promised, this is a continuation, that is “Part Two” of the Harris’s Go to Green Leaf Saga.

If you recall, part one entailed all that it took for us to plan and execute our Taylor Family Reunion (TFR) trip. This is the meat of the story which pretty much depicts what we do once we have gotten everything done to get their. In short, that is… as little as possible.

Each day starts with Amber waking up and scampering out the door with a furry beast so she can do her morning business (the beast, not Amber). From that point, she can either saunter down the hill to spend time with the other early risers, or come back to the cabin to nestle in around the living dead (those still asleep in our cabin). An hour or so later, I awaken to the sound of chipmunks scurrying, birds tweeting, and toilet’s flushing. There is life after sleeping in a frigid tent, and those gnarly life forms require sustenance. Depending upon the day of the week, and the meal schedule that has been planned for me to follow (on the color-coded card stock standard work documents provided by my very organized wife), I prepare breakfast. As I said at the beginning, being that our goal is to do as little as possible, breakfast is either something that involves the pouring of milk, or the use of a microwave oven. Once breakfast is complete for the 9 or so freeloading teenager/vagrants in residence at our cabin, me and Amber can do the dishes, straighten the cabin (pitchfork, hay bailer, pressure washer and leaf blower required), replenish our supply of linens and dish soap, and reference the color-coded card stock printed check list for the day’s activities.

The typical daily checklists include: prep/thaw item for evening meal, gather reading material, plan for lawn chair sitting time, plan for nap time, re-straighten cabin (pitchfork only required), early cocktail hour, card game/scrabble/other game time, re-wash dishes from lunch, re-straighten cabin (leaf blower only required) from lunch time, re-wash dishes from late snack time, re-straighten cabin from afternoon game time, TV time, listen to music, sit in lawn chairs by camp fire, talk with family, cocktail hour, prepare dinner, eat dinner, wash dinner dishes, straighten cabin for evening game/TV time, re-wash dishes from after dinner snack time, late cocktail hour, prepare beds for sleep, showers, late game time, Bed.

I said that this was a relaxing trip with a purpose of doing as little as possible. Now I know it doesn’t look very relaxing, but compared to a day not at Green Leaf, believe me it is. But, in our constant endeavor toward relaxation, we propose that for next year, we secure a second cabin for the 9 or so freeloading teenager/vagrants that will surely be along for the ride; and maybe, just maybe we can devote more time to campfire/lawn chair sitting and our daily cocktail hours.

Wednesday, November 16, 2011

Fun

Fun?

The universe keeps telling me to have fun. I saw a billboard that said "Eat right, Be active, Have fun" and then a second billboard that said "Remember to have some fun today."

Fun? I've been feeling more sad then gay lately, but a few fun things have crept in anyway. Ian and I carpooled to work one day. That made me foolishly happy for some reason. You know you live a little tiny life when carpooling with your son makes your day happy. There I was dropped off and picked up at the buildings front door. I didn't have to street walk at 4:30 am.

Yesterday I had lunch with Jo-Anne and today I had breakfast with Claire. Fun? Well, if not fun it was certainly pleasing. Good friends, good comforting conversation, good connection to other human beings.

Ian and I were grocery shopping at 11 pm last night. Definitely different. I should have been in bed and sound asleep, but there we were getting the good bargains one hour before they were over, fun, well okay, I guess so.

I saw FW Murnau's 1924 German silent film The Last Laugh -- very different.

I had a Trophy Cupcake. I keep looking for a fried pie shop like the one in OKC. I haven't found one yet, but it's fun looking.

It's a miracle not being dead, that's fun.

The family has been contacted by Ray Mclain. I have been getting FB contacts and emails from him and it's been fun and more than a little nostalgic. We started first grade together about 60 years ago, we are both reminiscing about Pleasant Hill. He sounds really really smart and funny and musical and busy and interesting. He wrote a paper on the magnetic component of gravity. How's that for fun? Shall I tell him I've been busy clipping my toenails?

He told me a sweet story about his mother who passed away 43 years ago:

"A neighbor had plans to develop some of her property East of us. She wanted to widen the road in by ripping out all our cedars and pines down the North end of the yard. She said to Mom, "You wouldn't let trees stand in the way of progress, would you?" Mom's unforgettable retort that ended the conversation was: "As far as I'm concerned, in Oklahoma trees are progress!""

The nostalgia has been fun: Pleasant Hill, walking to and fro the mile and one quarter in all weathers. Miss Freed. Miss Clifford. Mr and Mrs Green. Mom. Barns. Bonfires. Hay. Crawdads. Gardens. Pigs. Skyview Theater, Springlake Amusement Park. Four Corners. Orchards and wormy peaches.

Where I am on the space/time continuum is okay. I'm not fighting my future, my lot in life, change. I'm not mad at family, bosses, migrants, neighbors, friends, technology, religion. I've quit wondering how I became such a doofus -- that's fun.

After all the deaths I've been touched by lately a fellow colleague told me to go home and tell all three of my sons that I loved them. Little did he know my passion for my sons. Now that is fun.

What ever the universe tells you to do today -- mind -- except for the be active part.

Monday, November 14, 2011

My Heart Goes Out

My heart goes out to:

Sandy, my friend and fellow book clubber. Her brother, the director of Crazy Stupid Love, had a flu shot and became paralyzed. He will probably walk again after a year of intensive rehab.

Claire, my friend and fellow book clubber. A colleague of hers at AAA with failing health committed suicide recently.

Stephanie, her Aunt Carol's daughter and husband were found dead due to a homicide and then suicide.

Cully, my friend and Eddie Bauer colleague lost her sister several days ago.

Kristopher, a young employee at Onlineshoes was killed in a car accident yesterday. I only knew him by sight, a very tall lanky intense young man. He was in charge of all the video productions.

And then Amber's Facebook message about Tyler. Who doesn't remember Taylor, Taylor and Tyler at the family reunions. The smart, sassy, funny trio of delight and adventure. What a beloved person he was in our midst, smiling, willing, full of joy at the freedom and dirt that Greenleaf afforded him. Fishing, running, hiking, eating -- he did it all with gusto. A part of the web of our family history, our family stories.

It makes me sad, and my heart goes out to all their families. To all who loved and were loved by them.

Take care of one another, with love and affection and tenderness.

Tuesday, November 1, 2011

The Harris's go to Greenleaf

In Acknowledgement of the fact that I have "groupies" who sometimes read what I write, and for everyone else's amusement, I provide this as a behind the scenes look at everything that goes into the Harris family's annual trek to the Taylor Family Reunion (TFR). This rendition would be the ugly cousin of the superb prose provided by Miss Jan, to whom we are all indebted for helping us preserve our memories of the 2011 TFR. I hope that what I write does not permanently scar that memory.

Cabins, cabins, who's got the cabins?
First, let me say that our planning for this trip began last year with the reservations being made at the park offices upon our 2010 departure, whereby a king's ransom was plopped down to reserve all of the cabins that the park has to rent (in case our relatives from foreign nations such as Great Britain and/or Texas decide to show up). At some point, after all of the travel plans have been firmed up, each family is assigned it's lodging, and the residual cabins are turned back in for some lucky person on the waiting list to snatch up.


Tee shirts
The tee shirt design, order, production, procurement and delivery process is wholly credited to one Mr. Jerry Clark Taylor, my fantastic Father-in-law. He is the inspiration and the impetus behind the whole effort. Ever since Memorial Day of 2001, a gathering that I foolishly chose to miss (traveled to a college baseball regional tournament in New Orleans) tee shirts have been a mainstay of Taylor family gatherings. The designs are executed by me with idea help from the rest of the family, but the inspiration belongs to our family's patriarch. The call for orders is sent by email, face book, phone call, letter, post card and pony express; and the replies are collected and tabulated by Jerry and flawlessly passed along to the tee shirt guy. OK, we do sometimes have to add on to or change our order, but eventually everyone gets a tee shirt that is close to the size they ordered. (Note: if anyone needs any of the tee shirts reprinted or done in an additional size, just let us know and we can make it happen)

Lessons learned
Every year, as we come upon some of the great things that helped make the reunion so much more enjoyable, we write them down so that when we start planning for the next year we can make sure to include them. I might also add that we also write down some of the not-to-do things like: don't put the bag of s’ mores supplies next to the dog in the back of the car, (which led to: make more frequent stops to check the dog, and bring more wet wipes for accidents in the car). But some of the good things were: need the gallon size bottle(s) of vodka; bring extra shelving (170 sqft) to store food in cabin -- see menu planning below; if you put individual toiletries on the packing list (and those items go into a toiletry bag), also put the toiletry bag on the list; don't speed in the park as the siren disturbs the wildlife; vodka has excellent medicinal properties and can be used for significant edge smoothing and for body preparation for naps; make sure children's smelly shoes are stored outside of cabin; make sure you have a means of securing children's shoes stored outside of cabin from being mistaken for food and taken by nocturnal wildlife; bring extra money to replace mysteriously lost shoes (you see how all of this starts to fit together); bring gallon sized bottles of vodka (I know, you think I'm repeating myself, but this is MORE gallon sized bottles of vodka); include cocktail hour in afternoon schedule (prior to afternoon nap); drink extra water to stave off negative effects of edge smoothing cocktail hour-- I could go on and on with the list, but you get the drift.

Meal planning
Other preplanning includes that which we do for the meals we have while at the reunion. If you have seen some of the pictures of our family you might have guessed that meal planning is something into which we put a great deal of effort. For the mid October gathering, our planning begins in February, usually with someone saying "OK WHAT ARE WE MAKING AT GREENLEAF THIS YEAR!!!?", and then the list making begins. We start with somewhere around 474 different favorite family recipes (for the 10 or so meals we will need to prepare) and whittle it down to just under a hundred. As we get closer to the reunion, and have to start thinking about buying the stuff to make the meals, we find a way to eliminate some of the less favorite items. This year we used voting, which was preceded by 190 minutes of debate (using standard British parliamentary rules), lobbying by outside interests, bribery, deception, and finally, last minute changes because the family members that insisted on the liver and brussel sprout casserole had decided not to come. For the Harris's the grocery shopping that supports this meal planning exercise is quite substantial and will be depicted for you in a major subparagraph below.

List making and packing
If any of you have read my earlier posts about my fly lady following, list-making wife, you'll understand that the list making aspect of our trip is one of greatly intricate detail... For a reason-- you do not under any circumstances want to leave anything behind in your house... and therefore you need to make sure everything that you own is on the packing list. (Note: this is such an endeavor that my US government employer actually gives me a special day off for preparation -- most people think that the 2nd Monday in October is Columbus Day, but it is actually Greenleaf packing day). Our list is actually a soft bound book (like a journal) of lists that can be kept for comparison to next year's list and that has also been rigorously checked against the previous years' lists. The lists have distinct purposes and are meticulously checked off, highlighted and color coded to indicate the packing status of each items. This is logistics! "Checked" means gathered into the kitchen area, "green highlight" means packed in freight container, "lined through" means assembled into the garage, "blue highlight" means needs to be purchased at Harp's, "X’d out" means loaded into car, coffee stain means you worked on the list late at night, etc. Everything that is going, goes on the list, and everything is then checked as it goes through its "phases". As I said, it's logistics and my wife is the queen of lists and logistics, so do not mess with her lists! ... I'm completely serious here! Don't you do it!

Once everything is loaded into the 5 vehicles that it takes to move all of our necessary items to the park, we can depart. Anything that does not fit into the 5 vehicles can either be shipped by overland freight, or removed from the list and purchased in either Muskogee or Gore.

Arrival at the park
Upon arrival, all the sh*t (note: during packing and transporting operations the necessary items have transformed into sh*t) that we packed is dumped out and placed into our 400 square foot cabin. This somewhat resembles the Siegfried and Roy illusion where they make a battleship disappear. You can imagine that this tends to make our cabin very "cozy", and when you add 13 kids and 5 dogs playing cards, games, and watching TV (note: the dogs do not play cards- that painting is not real) you can understand the need for the edge smoothing cocktail hours.

Groceries
As promised, this subparagraph is a depiction of the local shopping that is required to provide the meals and other activities that are prevalent at the TFR. To back up a bit, understand that every cubic inch of the five vehicles we use to transport our necessary items to the lake are full, so our food and other necessary items (things we forgot - if you can believe that) must be purchased locally. Once our mid-sized SUV is stripped of the spare tire, tools, carpet, headlining, and the 2nd and 3rd row of rear seating we are ready to do our grocery shopping. Prior to entering the store, we decide on a story of how we are purchasing food for a 600 soldier battalion of military reservists stationed at Camp Gruber (adjacent to the park) so as not to get responses such as "holy crap that's a sh*t load of food for a family reunion". We also electronically transfer the money from our 401 K accounts into checking to cover the impending expense (thank goodness for our bank i-phone app). We traverse the rows strategically filling our 4 grocery carts with items from every section of the store, but most prominently from the high fat and sugar areas, being careful to only select the snack items made entirely of trans-fats. Once we have completed the gathering process and head to the front of the store, the store manager sounds an alert siren and an army of people are brought in from the back of the store to process our purchase. After we leave, the store shuts down to restock and its owner goes to Muskogee to buy a new Volvo. Before returning to camp, we stop by the Gore liquor store for more gallon sized bottles of vodka.

Well that pretty much gets you up to the point that Jan wrote about. I hope this gives you some insight into how much we love this reunion. That should be obvious as no one in their right mind... OK, not even people not in their right mind would go through all of this if our time there was not absolutely like heaven on earth.

P.S. Stay tuned as I will soon be posting part 2 of this 3 part story. Part 2 will provide a point of view of the meat of the reunion different from the Norman Rockwellesque version provided by my lovely Aunt Jan.