I AM SO MANY THINGS

And I am adopted.  Twice as a matter of fact.  This is a huge topic and I intend to write extensively on it.  But I haven’t.  Yet.  Soon.

In trying to get to know more about the blogging community, I “subscribed” to the “tag” (hee, hee, this is all blog-speak) “adoptee” thinking I’ll find like experiences out there.  This exercise got me thinking.  Why, in 47 years, don’t I have any adopted friends?   My first thought is because being adopted makes one “special.”  This is important to reassure the child that they are wanted.  So, if I was introduced to someone else who was adopted and, if we happened to ever become friends, then logic would follow that I may not be as special.  Besides, chances are, our similarities would stop there. 

But then, in briefly scanning a couple adoptee blogs, I see that we have so much more in common.  There are infinite feelings and experiences that arise in our lives that make us sisters and brothers in adoption and I find that I wish to explore this more. 

Can someone explain this one to me?

In case no one is reading the License to Express page, which I try to update regularly with personalized license plates I see around town, I thought I’d repost it here ‘cuz I’m sure this says something, I just can’t figure out what:

Gold Ford ExplorerHARE R2N

New Title, New Look

WAIT! DON’T LEAVE!  You’ve found the right page if you were looking for Alice and Anderson.  Besides, if you leave, YOU’LL MISS THE MONKEYS!   

What do they call those little tags at the end of movies after the credits have played?   Upon leaving the theater after watching the first Pirates of the Caribbean, I found out there was a mini scene after the credits that I missed.  For all you Pirates fanatics, you will recall it was about Jack, the undead monkey.

     It is now a running event that mom (that would be me) has to “wait for the monkeys” at the end of almost every movie.  If you haven’t seen the “monkeys” at the end of Ironman, you didn’t wait!  If you waited for the monkeys at the end of The Incredible Hulk, you wasted a good 10 minutes of your valuable time.  The monkey scene is tacked on to the last scene before the credits.   If I’ve only saved one person the excruciating pain of sitting through another set of credits almost as long as the movie, I’ve done my Boy Scout (or Girl Scout) duty.   I think I’ll take up knitting. . .

CONGRATULATIONS!!!!!!

Would you believe (and you would if you know me) that I did not know until my dad died when I was 18  years old that he was Gay!  This is my adopted father.  He and my mother divorced when I was 7 or 8 years old.  Since that time he had either lived alone or with various “roommates” in one bedroom apartments.  Saying I might have been naive is an understatement.  The man served in the Navy working in laundry for heaven’s sake!!!  He loved Barbra Streisand and Neil Diamond.   One of the ways my mother coped with my dad’s sexuality was to accept it and she advocated for gay rights in our church and synod.   I always thought my mom was just a cool, progressive who wasn’t afraid to stand up for what she believed.  This was supported by the fact that she dared to wear pants in church in the ’70’s.  Well, my mom is cool and it was because of her, and not my dad, that I grew up with a healthy attitude toward homosexuality.

So, an unequivocal CONGRATULATIONS to all Californian’s who married yesterday and today and who are engaged to marry tomorrow–especially those Californians who have been wrongfully deprived this right.  Congratulations to our Nation as we continue to move closer and closer to this becoming a non-issue!   AND A HUGE ”OMG–NORWAY IS AWESOME”  (Yes, the whole country!) http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20080617/ap_on_re_eu/norway_gay_marriage

Thanks to my natural father for the Norwegian genes–they are a great people!

I pray that God will give me the courage he gave my mother to help further His work in this respect.  I pray that God will open the eyes of those who continue to campaign in His name against the love shared by our brothers and sisters.   Campaign against love?  Silly rabbits. . .

PRAYERS FOR PEACE IN SUDAN

Please keep the people of Sudan in your prayers.  In the coming days, we urge all Americans to pray for peace in the Sudan and to call for strong action from the international community to restore stability in a land whose people have been entangled far too long in violence. [From Joint Statement on Sudan]  Read on for more.
From: Bishop Mark S. Hanson <bishop@elca.org>
Date: Fri, Jun 6, 2008 at 6:46 AM
Subject: Joint Statement on Sudan Issued by ELCA, Episcopal Church Presiding Bishops

6/6/08

Dear Colleagues in Ministry:

Please note that on Thursday, June 5, Presiding Bishop Katharine Jefferts Schori of the Episcopal Church and I released a joint statement on continuing violence in Sudan. We both asked for prayers for peace in Sudan and action by international community to restore stability there.

The full text of the statement is on the ELCA Web site at: http://archive.elca.org/bishop/messages/m_080604.html

Blessings to you in your ministry!

The Rev. Mark S. Hanson
Presiding Bishop
Evangelical Lutheran Church in America

God’s work.  Our Hands.

Visiting family. . . .

In the past 5 or 6 years my daughters and I have had the great fortune to reconnect with a cousin.  She lives just down the road from Mt. Cross, an Outdoor Lutheran Ministries Christian camp (www.mtcross.org) [shameless plug] where my daughter and I spent much time as members of the Sierra Pacific Synod Youth Committee (www.spsyc.org) [yet another shameless plug].  

My cousin’s house is a retreat of its own.  A beautiful custom-built home surrounded by majestic redwoods and bordered by a babbling creek in the back yard and a branch of the San Lorenzo River.  There is nothing more peaceful than sitting out on the front porch as the morning sun warms, the sweet smell of the earth rises and the birds sing.  The danger of living in such a fabulously special place is you never want for visitors–even when you’re not home!!! 

Here’s proof, dear cousin, that we did indeed visit while you were away:

Let me tell you, while Boris (the little guy with the long wet tongue) and Sabrina (the Bassett beauty) were all too happy to make us feel welcomed (especially after I found the stash of doggie treats), the rest of the neighborhood dogs not so much.  The peace of the above-described sanctuary was broken by a network of canine sirens warning neighbors in a 3 mile radius of us would-be intruders.

P.S.  Thanks for the lettuce–it was delicious!

Rats! Just Short and Possibly No Work

I visited a college re-entry counselor yesterday afternoon just to make sure I’m still on track.  I have a college transcript out the door, around the corner and back again which all amounts to 3 classes shy of a University Transfer Degree.  Good news, the science and lab class I took back in 1980 counts toward the transfer!  The bad news, the child development class I took in 1980 or 1981 does not, Rats.  What that means is that instead of only needing 2 classes (math and another science), I need 3 classes which means that, if I continue to work full-time, which I intend to do, it will be another year before I can transfer!  At some point I’m bound to cross the age line from caretaker to need for care. 

The rest of the bad news, the well-meaning counselor informed that there are relatively few jobs for my chosen major.  HOW CAN THIS BE!  There are people growing old as I write who will potentially need the assistance that I wish to provide.  As with anything else, it comes down to the almighty dollar.  Who will pay me to do this work?   They are out there and I will find them.

How many times have we heard stories of people who had teachers and counselors tell them they couldn’t or shouldn’t persue a career due to either lack of aptitude or job availability.  Why do they keep doing that?  I think, and I hope I’m wrong, they are strongly encouraged to first consider what jobs need to be filled and then they purposely counsel students in that direction while at the same time telling them “you can be whatever they want to be.”  On second thought, having just finished a sociology class, that makes perfect sense.  Our education system and indeed our government is not individual driven, but society driven, as it should be.  Still that doesn’t help when one has a calling.  It’s up to us (as adults) to keep moving in the direction that pulls us and it is up to us (as parents and mentors) to help guide our children toward fulfilling their dreams–the children’s dreams, that is, not the parents.  Wow, I feel a whole other topic coming on, so we’ll end it right here.  Blessing to all who enter here.

In The Meantime. . .

We have more than enough to keep us busy, entertained and in the pet food poor house. 

Leesal

 Rory

Jude