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The Spaceship in the Garage!

Filming is set to begin soon for the latest movie, Tin Can.   These days when I look in the garage, I’m just in awe of how Steve and Logan, with help from friends, built this.   Feeling ill equipped to build anything and overwhelmed by the sheer size of the project, I have focused on being more of the emotional supporter and taking care of the house while Steve works on the ship.   While standing on the sidelines, I also harbored worries about the financial costs of time, energy and resources.  The countless hours Steve has put into the movie script and building the set is unbelievable.

The other night though I came in and watched Steve work on the UV shower and discovered that if he set me to a task, I could easily help out in some way.  Watching him at work, I realized how much this project has utilized his creative energy and many other talents to build something like this.

Seeing Steve take apart a computer monitor stand and become so excited about the possibilities within the spring loaded metal contraption that emerged, I realized how much he is in his element and how much I love seeing him in his element.  He is so much more fulfilled than he was just working his day job.   Unlike most of us, he has found a way to not sacrifice his creativity and passion to work.   This is worth more than a thousand translation jobs.

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The spaceship is the other baby in the works right now and we are feeling the pressure that comes from working non-stop to get this done in time, to coordinate the filming schedule, to get the equipment ready, to organize the logistics of people, locations and props.  I can only hope fervently for everyone involved to understand what this is really about- teamwork, communication, community, creativity, magic-  and to be on the same wavelength.  I feel so protective of it and hope that others, besides the team that has been working on it from the beginning,  see how incredibly great it is going to be.

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Why people lie

The weather this March has been amazing!  Usually March tends to be blustery and slushy and gross, but this time there are sunny, warm days.  I’m still a bit skeptical, Vermont spring likes to fake you out a few times before it is really here.

So I have been trying to think of what to write about other than the five inch human in my abdomen.  I’ll go with what has been bugging me lately.  I was really bothered the other day by the fact that a friend lied to us.  Not even about anything significant, just stupid, avoidance-type lies.  I recognize that I shouldn’t take it personally because he lies about stupid little stuff all the time. The thing that irks me the most is the fact that I KNEW he was lying but I just kept nodding and smiling and keeping up the social niceties. Really, the question that bothers me is WHY?

I feel like lies (all those silly white ones and big ones too) and pretense make up way too much of the fabric of social interaction.  People pretend, they wear masks, they cover up, they say things they don’t mean, they act all chummy with people they don’t even like.  People misunderstand things and make assumptions and misinterpret things others say and do, but no one directly confronts it.  No one dares to be honest and real.  They avoid confrontation and spare feelings.

People worry about sparing the feelings of others, but what drives them even more is sparing feelings altogether.  Anything other than social chatter and joking around is too threatening.  Not to say that anything is wrong with social chatter and joking around, I absolutely love it.  But then there’s the hypocrisy and the avoidance and the lies that seem to be required to maintain it.

This baffles and wounds me in ways that are hard to explain.  Maybe the exclusion that comes with hearing loss gives me a different angle on all of this, due to watching from sidelines. I spent too many years watching and wanting more than anything to be a part of it.  When I began to become part of it more (once no longer confined by the roar of hallways and cafeterias), I discovered the difference was very baffling and painful.  When it comes to socializing, appearance and reality are not the same.

I love to get down to the roots of perceptions and assumptions and reactions, making sense of where they came from and why.  Comparing and realizing the origins of misunderstandings and hurt feelings.  Insight, healing and reconciliation.  Not this pretense and distance “everything is great!” b.s.  Yet, more often than not, I go along with the surface stuff.  I play along and keep the confusion and intuitions to myself.  If I want things to be more real, I should initiate it more.

Steve and I have a couple friends that we’ve actually started doing this with, it has been really cool and a fascinating process.  Even though we have all expressed our intention to do this, almost as an experiment of sorts, it is amazing what a hard habit it is to break.  The social niceties and the pretense.  Keeping internal reactions, confusion and surges of annoyance to one’s self.  Rationalizing and explaining away thoughts and feelings in one’s head without even checking with the other person.

With these friends we tend to go back and analyze what happened and share our reactions and compare perspectives (and it is incredible how often it leads to dramatic realizations about one’s blind spots, past trauma, negative or outdated beliefs, among other things).  We’re still trying to get to a point where we can do it right in the moment.  Where we can experience our feeling in the moment (sometimes that’s a tough one right there), then say directly  “Wait, what did you mean when you said that?”  and explain how we experienced it.  In this process, no one tries to cover up feelings, ignore them, state platitudes or make jokes so that it goes away.  In those moments, everyone can truly express and truly hear each other.

When this happen,  angry outbursts and emergence of hurt or negative feelings that are so feared and avoided in the regular social get togethers do not occur.  Instead there are revelations and genuine closeness, safety and trust.  There is deeper understanding and my perpetual state of turmoil in regular social situations goes away.  This is the way friendships should be.

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Spring in February

My friends Paul and Rachael got me this amazing flower. I go up to it at least twice a day and breathe in the scent of spring.

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Another snowstorm is coming!

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A few highlights

Just a few in pictures from Felix’s visit.  All from his camera.

Me.  Licking a card.  With Howard Dean’s head on it.  Why not?

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This is from Operation Chainsaw the Christmas Tree.  Also, there was Operation Kitchen Shelf and Operation Steve’s Parents’ Pool Room.  There were probably others.

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Awesome picture by Felix.  I love Vermont.

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Out of all the pictures, this one has to be my favorite.

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New Year

I want to put a new picture up at the top but I can’t figure out how on this newfangled Wordpress. Hmm…

Where to begin recapping the last few weeks? Let’s make a list.

-A couple weeks ago, a friend’s dog suddenly and inexplicably attacks Lucky after getting along with him all afternoon. Lucky’s lower eyelid is punctured and torn and bloody, missing his eye by the width of a hair. The attack is brutal and I go weak at the knees, fearing for a moment that Lucky has lost his eye. Standing by helplessly while Lucky is brutally attacked and screaming like a human was shockingly traumatizing. I fall asleep that night wondering how people EVER have the courage to bring children until the world.

-After a trip to the vet and lots of antibiotics in various forms, Lucky’s eye now looks as good as new.

-I begin to think it might be ok to bring children into the world, someday, afterall, as long as children can be wrapped in plastic bubble wrap.

-We take a trip to northern Vermont for Christmas with Steve’s family. We snowshoe in landscapes out of Vermont Life. A winter forest is blanketed in heavy snow with a stream roaring through the landscape in an almost surreal fashion.

-We all binge eat. Delicious.

-A few days later our friend Felix flies in from Germany. He is here with us for a couple weeks.

-We rented a log cabin near Smuggler’s Notch for New Years. We ski, snowshoe, hot tub, binge eat, binge drink, and set off fireworks.  The snow falls down the whole time. Fantastic.

Happy New Year.

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Lake George weekend in pictures

The view from the Adirondack cottage:
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Current generation:
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Next generation:
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The original Native American name for Lake George meant “where the mountains close in”:
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View from the hike to Inspiration:
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Post-dinner, pre-Settlers of Catan

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It’s a skill we women have

Last night Steve asked, in genuine puzzlement, even though he was sitting right there listening to Jen and me converse:

How did you just go from talking about strippers to talking about flossing your teeth?”

I forget how, but trust me, there was a connection between the two topics.

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A new kind of football

We went to a Super Bowl get together at Jen and Josh’s, where we cared more about the yummy food and drink than who won. The Super Bowl appeared to be taking place in a monsoon, as a result the ball was fumbled and buried under several grappling players every five minutes.

This made me think of how much better the game would be if it was played with a live greased piglet instead of a football. Not only would we get to enjoy seeing a pig fly, but grown men would be dropping it and chasing it all over the field. Then Steve suggested a small poodle instead of a piglet and did an imitation of it flying through the air, yapping and ears flopping up and down as it spiraled in slow motion.

I would watch football every day if that were the case.

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NEK

Steve and I went up to the Northeast Kingdom for the weekend. Everything is blanketed in pure white snow and at night along route 100 the glowing windows of the houses and cow barns are the only lights we see. Snowmobiles race through fields and villages of ice fishing shanties sit smoking on the lakes. And, of course, skiiers on the slopes and trails. Vermont winter has finally come alive. I suddenly realize how active life is around here when it is genuinely winter.

We stayed a night with our friends in Craftsbury. I have always felt that there is something about Craftsbury- a kind of unique, peaceful stillness that I feel whenever we pass through or stop in. One thing I always notice is the treeline and the striking solidarity of the pines. Outside of Craftsbury, the tree tops round out and become thicker and blend together. I guess the best metaphor I can come up with is that if all towns had a musical note, it is as if Craftsbury holds it the longest until it fades away to a ringing stillness. Sounds silly I know, especially when I don’t know anything about music.

My surprisingly painful sore throat has persisted for a week and now I have a lovely cough and deep voice to go along with it. I don’t think I’ve ever had anything for this long.

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