Monday, July 31, 2023

Books of July 2023

 Well, July ends today. That went fast! I am still walking every day, still planking for 2:10 every day, balancing on one foot I am up to 35 seconds per side. And my reading yield was seven books again this month.

1. In Love: a Memoir of Love and Loss (2022) by Amy Bloom was first up. When Amy's husband, Brian Ameche, is diagnosed with Alzheimer's, he decides to die on his own terms, at Dignitas in Zurich, Switzerland. This is not an easy thing to make happen: you have to be in your right mind enough to make your own decision, but also far gone enough that doctors know that there will be no cure for you. It is difficult and expensive. Amy's wealthy sister helped to make it possible. Does that sound like a plot for a novel? Well, it is not. This is a nonfiction book. I struggled so much with Brian's last name. At first, I thought it looked French, so I was pronouncing it "A-mesh." But then, I learned he was from an Italian immigrant family. So, "A-May-Kay?" Rules of Italian, that is what it would be. But then I learned that his father was a Heinsman Trophy Winner, so I googled "Ameche and Heinsman Trophy" and got his father, who was born with the last name Amici. Itatlian pronunciation for that is "A-mee-chee." So, spelling changed to make it easier for English speakers. All except for those, like me, who are going to try to use Italian pronunciation rules!! Aside from stewing over pronunciation, this was a very loving, tender, well-told story.

2. Men: Notes from an Ongoing Investigation (2014) by Laura Kipnis. I do not remember how I came across this book, but it was an interesting read, although on my spreadsheet I just record, "I don't know what to say about this book." On her website, it says, "In the essays collected here, Laura Kipnis revisits the archetypes of wayward masculinity that have captured her imagination over the years, scrutinizing men who have figured in her own life alongside more controversial public examples." 

3. Ms. Bixby's Last Day (2017) by John David Anderson was a lovely, lovely book for younger readers, but a good story is a good story is a good story, so you can be an older reader and enjoy this book, too. So beautifully told. Three eleven-year-old boys know that their teacher has (if I remember correctly) adrenal carcinoma, and that she will be leaving the school year early for treatment. When they think they will have one more week, suddenly they have none--she already went to the hospital a week early. They decide to give her the last day that she was supposed to have that Friday, skipping school and pooling resources to give her a wonderful day. It, of course, like most things in life, doesn't go exactly according to plan, but how tender and sweet it is. Beautiful story! Did I mention that this book was really good?

4. Once Upon a K-Prom (2022) by Kat Cho. I am nothing if not influenced by the K-Dramas I watch. I recently watched a short 5-episode drama called Behind Every Star, which was actually about the process of becoming an idol, which is what K-Pop singers are called. Well, in this book, we have an idol, Robbie Choi, Elena's childhood best friend who is now a K-Pop idol, a member of the boy band WDB, returned to their US home town to fulfill a childhood promise to take Elena to the high school prom. People go a little wild over Robbie, and the fulfillment of the promise turns out different than either Robbie or Elena imagined. (If you think that US kids would not be really big fans of a K-Pop group, think again. BTS, for example, has landed 26 songs on the Billboard Hot 100, 6 of which soared all the way up to #1, with one song (Butter), managing to stay #1 for 10 consecutive weeks. So. There is some basis in reality by making the boys of WDB uber-popular with US kids.)

5. Marabel and the Book of Fate (2018) by Tracy Barrett. This juvenile fantasy book was a fun read, about a twin Marabel, born a couple of minutes after her brother Marco, who is apparently "the chosen one" prophesied in The Book of Fate. He is "the chosen one" and she is the not so necessary "add on." When Marco is kidnapped, Marabel and her crew go in hot pursuit and learn so much along the way. About how things are different than they thought. I really like an idea that is put forth on page 284--perhaps "we're all the Chosen One in our own life." Wow--that is such a concept, isn't it? I think of the TV series "The Chosen," about the life of Christ. But...what we are each living is our own life story, and if we are the star of that story, then surely, indeed, we are the "chosen one" in our own life. I just really liked that thought. 

6. Princes in Exile (1983) by Mark Schreiber--I can't remember how I found this (fiction) book, but I inter-library-loaned it, and it was an interesting read for sure. Ryan Rafferty attends a summer camp for kids with cancer. The bunk he is assigned to has six boys and two counselors, and they choose the group name "Princes in Exile," because they are all different, like they come from different kingdoms, and are thrown together in the camp, a kind of exile from real life, where they have to learn to negotiate the terms of their relationship, kind of like a meeting of princes or politicians. Ryan's form of brain cancer is supposed to be fatal, his time measured in months. Robert, on the other hand, has a form of leukemia from which many if not most victims recover. But who dies (during the time of the book)? I really like the doctor (an oncologist), who says something like--it is all in God's hand. He sees people live who he thought would die, and people die who he thought would live--only God knows. I can't find the quote now, or I would give the page number. But it is in there! (They made a movie of this book in 1990. I had not heard of the book or the movie before.)

7. Bruce and I have been watching Warehouse 13, a TV series which ran 2009-2014. I always read the credits, so noticed this show was filmed in Toronto, and so I was looking into the cast to see who in it is Canadian. One of the stars, Artie Nielsen, is played by Canadian actor Saul Rubinek, and he is also an author, so I inter-library loaned his book about his parents, which is called So Many Miracles (1988) and which he also did an accompanying documentary film with the same title. From reading the Wikipedia article about Rubinek, I knew that he was born in a relocation camp in 1948, and while he was still a baby, his parents became refugees in Canada, first living in Montreal, and then Ottawa, where they were living at the time the book was published. So interesting!! They really did have so many miracles to survive the war in hiding as they did! I will just tell one miracle to whet your interest: Frania's father sent his two youngest daughters away to try to save them. When Frania and Israel went into hiding with Ludwig and Zofia Banya, they had no idea where those sisters were. But they were being hidden by...Ludwig's sisters!!! Nobody knew this, they just gradually discovered it, because the hiders were not telling, and neither were the hidees. That is one of many miracles that occurred in the lives of these people. Frania, in 1988 (or earlier, because Saul began interviewing his parents in 1978) said she could imagine the same thing happening here, in North America, as happened in Europe if hate gets the upper hand. And that gave me chills, a bit, because I have thought the same thing over the past few years as I have seen hatred and contempt rearing their ugly heads in public life.

So!! Seven great books for July!

Saturday, July 29, 2023

Stuff that happened in July (2023)

 My former student Ikaika came to visit! He began working for me in 2013, I think. He works for the State Library of Hawaii in Honolulu, and recently completed his MLS from UH.


Me and Ikaika, July 3, 2023

He brought me a beautiful lei with lots of pink, my favorite color. And he brought me a Hawaiian treat. Kulolo with a nice note.


Richard Hacken (retired librarian) brought me a note from his calendar for Patrick, to teach him about the funny bone in German. It was July 19, as you can see. The funny bone is the musical bone. He is very interested in Patrick's adventures in Austria, since he is a fluent German speaker and Swiss citizen.


I went with my brother Bruce and his daughter Elizabeth and her daughter Bridget to the Hancock Family Reunion in Logan on July 24, and Kelli drove there independently and met us there. It was fun! Bridget read from "Bad Kitty" for 45 minutes, with such great expression. So fun to listen to a book on tape, only live! And thanks to my brother for driving us there and back again!

Bridget played in the creek, and talked her mom into wading in it, too. She is such a pleasant, pretty person! (I should mention that she could only do this because we made a Walmart run to buy her something to wear, since she did not bring a change of clothes. We found her this great tankini for only $5. Another $4 bought her a towel, and she was set!)


Here are more pictures, of the various tables at dinner in the evening:

Ron and Gordon and their families (Uncle Earl's sons)

(Don and Mary, Debby and I cut off Gary, Dixie, Bridget and Kelli)

The table I was sitting at, with Bruce and various Navratils. Two views!


Dale and ArLene Johnson and Karla Young, two daughters of our cousin Ted Mitchell.

Our cousin Martha (Uncle Loren's daughter) with her daughter Melody and some grandchildren.

We have been doing Hancock reunions for a long time, and despite the party poopers who think we should stop (like my mother, my sister and me, for example) our cousins are determined to continue!! The planning committee for four years from now consists of Mary (who will be 84 in 4 years!), her daughter Debby, my daughter Kelli, and Alex, Martha's other daughter. These sound like a good group to me. As long as I am not on the committee, I am happy. I have become such a hermit!!

Edited to add this photo of all of the first cousins who were at the reunion. We are the oldie goldies now! I remember when it was our parents!
Back: Rod, Gordon, Dwayne, Bruce. Center: Mary, Me. Front: Darrel, Lori, Martha, Ron. That is ten out of many! Children of Loren (Martha), Lillis (Mary), Earl (Ron & Gordon), Celia (Darrel, Lori, Dwayne & Rod), and Pearl (Bruce and me).

Best news of the summer!! Josie figured out a way to block the cats so we can leave the basement door open and get better circulation downstairs. We have just fought the heat the last few summers, and this summer, with nights not cooling off most of the time, we really wanted to find a solution. Who knew this would work?

This fllimsy mesh cat barrier, which we used to block off Patrick's bedroom in the other house, when Cleo the cat was young, and which didn't keep her out--TOTALLY WORKS!! 

It is too flimsy to support their weight, and since it is at the top of the stairs, the jump up to it is not a wise decision. We leave it like this ALL THE TIME. The worst thing that happens is that Maisie will sit there and cry every day. She does that anyway, but we can hear her better now. 

Who knew? It is WONDERFUL. And also makes going up and down stairs easier, because that little mesh screen is very light weight and easy to move.

Yesterday (July 28) the Spring/Summer issue of the Journal of the International Alliance for Women in Music came out, and my Camilla Frydan article is in it. That was interesting--I had published in it last year, the Clinger Sisters article, with Eve Meyer as editor. I worked with her on this Frydan article, and she declared it finished--but then she got very ill, and the new editor didn't think it was finished, so I was back to MONTHS of revisions!! I think Eve was about ready for the Spring issue when she got sick, so the new editor didn't release Spring, and just did a thicker Spring/Summer issue. There is an obituary for Eve in the issue, and SHE WAS 95!!! 95!!!! I had not clue. I have had so many emails with her back and forth for two years, and I thought she was young. I thought she was YOUNGER THAN ME. She is actually one year older than my mother!!! She was suffering from terrible vertigo, but so does my cousin Lori, so. I just thought she was young. Her tone was always young. 95!!! And still an editor. Huh. Kudos to you, Eve!

Sunday, July 23, 2023

Funny thing...

Last Friday I was not at work because, just as I was leaving for work, I got that weird text from Bruce that made no sense, as Nancy blogged about, and went to first the hospital and then his work to find out what was going on. Because I wasn't at work, my coworker Kellie sent me an email to say that Justin and Mike brought Cassandra's key to her, and she put it on the keyboard in my office so I could find it easily on Monday morning. (Cassandra is a new faculty member over whom I am department chair, and her first day was Monday.)

Keyboard in my office, I mused. What keyboard in my office? I did not know where that was...there is a keyboard in the cupboard at the old desk (we are transitioning to a new service desk) but none in my office. I was "this close" to sending her an email in response saying "what do you mean, the keyboard in my office?" when I realized KEYBOARD--as in the thing I type on for hours every day!! Duh! Because we were talking about a KEY, I was thinking of a board on which keys are hung as a keyboard. But Kellie meant the keyboard you type on. Also, I have a keyboard in my office, the kind that you play music on, but it is standing on end and not easily recognizable as a keyboard. Words are fun, and also confusing.

Speaking of confusing, Bruce was certainly confused this morning! We had a hot night, with a low of 71 degrees. Which meant that it was pointless to ever open the windows, so when I went to bed last night, I just planned to sleep in without having to worry about closing windows before the outside temperature was hotter than the inside temperature. So, it is six AM, and I am fast asleep when Bruce yells "Myrna!!! I forgot to set the alarm!! I'm getting into the shower now." And then, once I was decently awake, he asked me to look at his surgery sites to see if they look normal. (I am such an authority on sugery sites, so it is very useful to ask me. Not.) 

I went back to bed, kind of wondering crossly to myself why he woke me up to tell me he was having a shower. He finished his shower got dressed and went into the kitchen and made food for himself. I am hearing this, because I could not really get back to sleep, and thinking that he was eating breakfast, which he ate in front of the TV, which he turned up to normal volume, even though I was trying to sleep, so I am thinking "he could turn it down," and "he could shut the door."

At ten minutes to eight, he pokes his head in and says, "I love you. Have a good night. I hope you get feeling better." What the what? I was so confused!! I said, "This is not night. It is morning. Speaking of morning, why did you wake me up at six in the morning to tell me you were having a shower?" He said, "I didn't wake you up at six in the morning. I woke you up at six in the evening, because I thought you would be making dinner, and I needed to get ready for work." I said, "You actually woke me up at six AM. And it is now nearly eight AM." Then it was his turn to look confused, "Did I miss going to work?" he said. "No, you didn't," I said. "You are supposed to work on Sunday night. Right now it is Sunday morning. You do not go to work until tonight."

So, he lost track of an entire day. He thought it was night, when it was actually morning, and if it was morning, then he thought he lost the entire day of Sunday. I hope that was a random happenstance...