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Tuesday, January 30, 2007

I still like her, but...

Aaron just got home. Unusually early. I am refraining from thinking not nice things about the now ex-girlfriend who decided she doesn't feel romantically toward my wonderful son. Amazingly enough, he is more angry than hurt. I just think she's clueless.

No school, no party!

School has been cancelled here for two days due to a horrendous multi county outbreak of strep and flu. A friend took her child to the nearby walkin pediatrian's office early last week. The staff told her when her child's tests came back positive for BOTH that they had 92 confirmed by test cases of flu in something like 18 hours of the clinic being open that week. That's just in the pediatric office!
So, since we didn't have school I didn't have a party. I currently have the drinks for punch, cookies and about 35 goodie bags all at school, ready to go, maybe for tomorrow when Aaron is subbing for me! HA! I won't be caring about that about 12 hours from now, will I? School was cancelled about the time I'd decided how I could make a "panty" cake since Lyn didn't want me to make the jelly roll. (Round pan, cut almost in half, cut outs for "legs", ice all in white with white piping for seams and elastic. I'm a granny panty girl. Sexy.)
I did get the house cleaned, well, to my specifications anyway. It is amazing how much better the vacuum cleaner works with a Kirby belt instead of the Kenmore belt the last guy sold me. My carpet just looks sad and worn now instead of dirty, sad and worn!
I'm in a study group for two things at the hospital. I can only remember one. I'm supposed to drink half of a 7up in the morning about 4:30 before my 7:30 surgery. The study is determining if women do better before going under general anesthesia if their blood sugar doesn't fall. Nausea, blood pressure, and something else are being monitored for changes. I'm just glad I got to be in the drink something group rather than the old "Don't brush your teeth" group!
The weather is not supposed to cooperate with visitors while I'm in there. Snow and 14 degrees by sometime tomorrow. Am I a horrible person for being glad? I just had surgery. Thank you for thinking of me, but I don't feel like entertaining you. Go away! Exceptions to this would be those who would clean my house before anyone showed up if I became incapacitated, the immediates, and my dad and Pauline. Maybe my cousin, the nurse.
That sweet Gene offered to come stay with me while I recouperate at home. I can think of very , very few I'd rather have. (Less than one hand, Gene - and Beckie is one.) I don't think, based on experience - (I know myself, I really don't think.) Based on previous surgeries of the same type where somewhat larger things were removed than I'm expecting tomorrow, I think I'll be OK. At least this time, I don't have to feed it and diaper it. Plus, I don't have to get out of a waterbed anymore. Just those things alone should take care of the 20 years older thing.
I'll be back in a couple of days to let you know how Scott and I did!

Wednesday, January 17, 2007

T minus 13 days

Heard from the doctor yesterday - or at least the person who schedules the surgeries. She said I'll be having an abdominal hysterectomy (abominable hysterical-ectomy) at 7:30 on the 31st. Hopefully I'll get the same scar pattern I had with Lyn and Aaron - otherwise I'll have to go back to teaching math since I'll have a giant plus sign on my belly. I can keep my ovaries if I want. I believe I want. Mother was still trying to do menopause at 55 or so I probably have that long before mine conk out.
I don't do well with epidurals, so I don't want any company other than Scott when I wake up. He's been there twice and knows how anxious and teary I am until I can feel my legs and sit up again.
I am having a celebration party at school on the 29th - cookies and punch - to give away my leftover supplies. Sort of a reverse shower. Lyn would not let me make a jelly roll cake. She said it was in bad taste. Me? Bad taste? Why, I NEVER! I was only going to use white icing and maybe a little blue string...

Monday, January 15, 2007

Lyn's first wall

My People Perish

Aaron asked a question yesterday which we've all asked in the last several years, but I'm beginning to think the answer is not, "We'll accomplish more by being silent." I believe we might accomplish more by leaving and letting a few key people know why.
Lack of leadership is a big reason, imho, small town churches tend to get more and more insular and hidebound - conservative is not the right description - hidebound suggests, to me anyway, the constricting ties of tradition, which can be present just as easily in a place where folks view themselves as "forward" thinking as anywhere else.
Lack of leadership at our church home caused Lyn and our family some heartache a few years ago. Lyn had painted a classroom wall in the style of the "And He Shall Be Called" poster with all the names of Jesus. Since she started it as a senior in high school, it took her about four months to finish, and I believe that is where the leadership began to fail. Someone complained about the color and the time factor and instead of either, A) talking to Lyn about color change or about speeding up if possible, or B) telling the complainer to be grateful a teen was giving instead of taking, our leadership chose C) do nothing and maybe it will all go away.
Of course it didn't go away, and the complainer recruited others to complain about the color while the wall was still just a blank brown and tan bunch of blotches. Lyn really got into gear about this time, mid winter things slowed for a minute at school, and finished the wall with names of Jesus used throughout the Bible. All were in different scripts and fonts, all hand lettered, all with scripture references. And then the complainer really got going saying it was offensive because it was a reminder of personal abuse associated with those colors. And, of course, the leadership did nothing until the foment spread to people taking sides. Keep in mind, we were telling Lyn not to say ANYTHING, but especially nothing negative. She had gotten permission to paint, she had gotten approval of her subject, it was out of her hands.
When the leadership was forced to finally do something, it was to come to Lyn to ask if she would mind if the wall was painted over. Lyn asked if the complainer could just switch classrooms. What a revelation! No one had really thought of that! So, the one elder who "ran into Lyn" asked if that would work...you already know the answer. "No! That is MY classroom and I am ..." and then there was an identifying statement which I'll not use here. And again, instead of option B, there was now a curtain hung over Lyn's artwork. That was the "compromise" someone suddenly came up with.
Fast forward 2 years. Our church participated in an area wide open house at Christmas to showcase the twelve classrooms which have been painted with murals, three of which are solely Lyn's work. A comment is made to an elder, not by anyone in this family nor did we know about it until after the fact, that the curtain will either come down, or an elder will be present in the room to explain its presence while we have visitors. The curtain came down. Many postive comments were made about all the rooms. (We happen to know that several preachers from more than just cofC's have asked to come to just sit and meditate in the "Jesus" room. I don't know if that is still going on.)
In the mean time, Scott resigned as deacon - he'd been trying to for a couple of years, and we finally left the church cleaning job. We were starting the new year off with trying to recommit to this church family, get involved again in a meaningful way without the nametag or limitations of deacon.
All this boils down to what happened yesterday and Aaron's question. The complainer came forward. We were surprised and I at least felt hopeful. The prewritten letter was read by the preacher, and all hope was dashed. This person's letter was chastising the fellowship for attacks made against them, that the attacks had escalated to death threats, a hangman's noose had been hung in the classroom doorway, and the removal of the object needed for their classtime (curtain) had resulted in a "breach of the compromise." I thought the preacher handled it well, he thanked this person for the courage it took to come forward and he prayed for this person.
So, there we are. More will now realize the problem is a mental unbalance. However, the leadership has been aware of this illness since well before this whole incident and has allowed this person to not only teach two classes, but has allowed this person to proclaim to be an instrumental leader of the congregation in very public venues where the nature of the illness is not known. This person has talked negatively about my child and my husband and now by the nature of this letter read in front of 287 people - thankfully no names were read - the whole mess will start up again.
I want advice. Do we leave quietly? Do we leave with an explanation by letter to the elders/minister? Do we stay and "suffer slings and arrows?" Do we do something else? Ideas, people. This has been my church home for 17 years. We used to laugh about being missionaries here, and things have changed for the better in some ways. Scott did lead negotiations which avoided a split in the congregation about ten years ago, so we have strong emotional ties. But it may be time to cut our losses and go.