"In his domestic administration my father had this system . . . to keep a journal and insert in it all occurrences of any note . . . A record very pleasant to look at when time begins to efface the memory of events, and very well suited to get us out of perplexity: When was such and such a thing begun? When completed? What retinues came? How long did they stay? Our trips, our absences; marriages; deaths; the receipt of happy or unhappy news . . . An ancient custom, which I think it would be good to revive, each man in each man's home. And I think I am a fool to have neglected it." (Montaigne, Book I, Essay 35 (publ. 1580))

Wednesday, January 31, 2007

Part 2 - Freezing





Backyard photos from Wednesday Jan 31. Ice on the lawn plus plants with severe frost damage from a couple weeks ago.

And here's our front-yard orchid tree, dropping leaves after the big frost. Not sure how that will one will turn out.

Forecast highs up to 80 next week.

Tuesday, January 30, 2007

Maximum enjoyment from Christmas decorations

Patricia is so talented at taking down and putting away Christmas decorations that it only seems right that she handle the task. I stay out of the way except when manly lifting is required.

Given that Mayo Hospital has been running her into the ground lately, we've had plenty of extra enjoyment from the decorations. But thanks to her efforts on Sunday (Jan 28), now it looks like we'll be able to get the tree out of sight before Valentine's Day.

There should be a service that would come in and take the tree -- without removing any decorations -- off to storage, and bring it back the next year. That would solve the decorating effort, the undecorating effort, and the storage problem (remember, we have no basement).

At least we had a pleasant Sunday evening, discussed here.

Sunday, January 28, 2007

Rembrandts visit Phoenix


Patricia and I are members of the Phoenix Art Museum for 2007. First time we've tried this. The museum just completed a major group of facility improvements and the place looks great.

Anyway, a few years ago the Rijksmuseum in Amsterdam announced plans to undergo a renovation, and the director of the Phoenix Art Museum immediately called over and asked if PAM could exhibit some of their things while in storage. Two other U.S. museums also were chosen, so this show is pretty exclusive to Phoenix.

It so happened that Patrick was in town during our scheduled trip to the exhibit, so he came along. We much enjoyed. The show included works by various Dutch masters of the Rembrandt era (17th century). The brochure features Rembrandt's late-in-life self-portrait as the apostle Paul. My favorite was the scene showing Peter's denial (see accompanying photo, as always click to enlarge). Among other neat features, check out how the candle illuminating Peter's troubled face is behind the hand of the servant girl asking about him. I wouldn't have seen it without the audio accompaniment at the museum, but Christ is over Peter's left shoulder giving him a look.

Anyway, the exhibit gave an overview of Dutch town life shortly after independence from Spain and during a period of major prosperity. I'm a sucker to buy books of things I see, as you can see in the bottom photo. The book is a great way to recall the images, but it is amazing (though not surprising) how much larger and more vibrant the works are when seen in person.

We next drove downtown to Arizona Center and sat outside for lunch at Sam's Cafe on a glorious Arizona afternoon. Quite fun.

At night we taught Patrick pinochle. He caught on too quickly for our comfort factor.

Rembrandt is worth reading about, bio here.

Wednesday, January 24, 2007

Suns are at it, again

No doubt - the NBA is far and away the best sports league going. And here in Phoenix we get to watch the most entertaining team in the NBA.

The Suns have been on an East Coast swing into the major media markets - Washington DC and New York City for starters - and so are riding a publicity blitz with regular comparisons to Magic Johnson's Showtime Laker teams of the 1980s. It helps that they have the best record in the league and lead in every major offensive category.

I liked this photo from nytimes.com because it shows a standard scenario: 1) Steve Nash running the break; 2) two teammates filling the lanes in classic formation; 3) sorry defender trailing behind, but at least in a good viewing position for the upcoming dunk or three. I also like how they superimposed the statistics, and that they took the photo from an interesting angle.

I'm hugely entertained by all this. Here's an entertaining (if somewhat fawning) Bill Simmons article that gets into much more detail about what the Suns are up to this year.

Sunday, January 21, 2007

Freezing

It's been ridiculously cold here. About a week ago, we had the hardest freeze in the Phoenix area since 1990. Many of our plants were damaged. Check out the browned-out hisbiscus and the whited-out fern. (Both should be fine though will need cutting back). Lots more of our plants look even worse, including the bougainveilla (or however that's spelled, I understand the plant is named for some French military guy).

Patricia had to work today (she had a crazy-busy week) so I was on my own. Made for a long Sunday. But I did sweep out the swimming pool and took care of some other noxious tasks. It actually snowed in the northern part of town (meaning there were a few crystals in the air) and in the higher elevations, including nice amounts on the Superstitions.

Here's an oddity. We've already had two left ankle injuries from playing basketball in the last couple weeks (discussed here and here). This week Patrick reports that he also messed up his left ankle playing basketball. I'm hoping for photographic confirm. This is getting creepy, and CPG -- as last man standing -- better watch out.

We saw our second good movie in a row over the weekend, discussed here.

Monday, January 15, 2007

Part 2 - Basketball can be injurious to your health


I thought he was kidding, but no.

Just yesterday I put my crutches into the closet for good (why I was using them is explained here). This afternoon Paul Jr. calls saying he rolled his left ankle playing basketball and had immediate severe swelling.

What's there to do? Only one answer: head back to Patricia's emergency department for an X-ray. The kid has a bad sprain and has now taken possession of my crutches (as you can see in top photo). So I got to meet a bunch more of Patricia's co-workers, and we were treated very well.

But something odd is going on here. We miss Patricia when she's at work, but seem to be going to ridiculous lengths to go visit her. Twice in 17 days. Whatever. After she got off her shift, she hung around with us and then we went to dinner at 8:45p at a place called Bahama Breeze. It was good, or we were just really hungry, or maybe both.

Paul Jr. will now get to experience the joys of hobbling around a college campus. Ugh.

(And how much fun is a phone with a camera? Who ever carries a camera separately?)

Sunday, January 14, 2007

Christmas is officially over

Patrick went back to U of A last Tuesday. Paul Jr. went back to ASU today. So that ends Christmas. (Even though our tree isn't down and, with Patricia's upcoming work schedule, will be up at least another week or so.) The weather still feels like middle of winter - a hard frost last night that pretty much hit everything in our yard that is frost-sensitive.

At least we've seen some interesting things lately. Saw a really good movie, Children of Men, discussed here. And last night we went to a piano competition at ASU; really enjoyable, discussed here. Patricia and I went to dinner tonight at "My Big Fat Greek Restaurant" to top off a fine day.

Saturday, January 06, 2007

Basketball can be injurious to your health

Check out the unwelcome addition to my life. I just finished a week on crutches following a pretty significant ankle sprain. Swelling has not gone down much though I feel quite a bit more strength down there. Not sure how long this will take to fix, maybe another week on crutches?

All this started late afternoon of Friday, December 29. My three sons and I were having one of our little two-on-two basketball games at the court in the park just west of our house. Chris and I were playing against Patrick and Paul Jr. Darkness was falling and we were down to the last couple points. I jumped under the guise of contesting a shot by Paul Jr. (or failing that, I was just going to foul him). On landing from the not-so-dizzying heights, I rolled my left ankle. Swelling was immediate. Oh, he made the shot anyway. I walked around pretending to play defense while Patrick finished us off, then gimped home.

So on Patricia’s day off from her job at the emergency department (Saturday, December 30), she took me to the emergency department at Mayo Hospital. I met a bunch of her co-workers, a nice group and it was fun. They did an x-ray and gave me some training on using crutches. (Though they didn’t show me the tricky part, which is negotiating stairs.)

Patricia and I went to coffee on December 31. I haven’t set foot outside the house since. So I’m still looking forward to my first outing of 2007.

My pals here are pretty good about accommodating me, but I think I deserve more sympathy. It is disappointing that I can’t play basketball when the weather is so favorable. How could you beat playing 2-on-2 with three sons?

Wednesday, January 03, 2007

Today is my Dad's 78th Birthday

My dad hit #78 today.

I like to write a little something about him and my mom on their birthdays. Usually something I liked, or learned from (or both). I’ll have plenty of material unless perhaps they last well past age 100.

Something from the old days: it was very good fun, and quite instructive, sitting around and watching him interact with our various corn-shelling customers. He was dealing with a wide variety of local personalities and I think we benefited from watching all these encounters. Even if our attention spans were sorely challenged from time to time as the conversations sometimes wore on (and on). But then again there were a lot of topics that deserved attention, and the St. Joe-area populace, as a whole, truly has excellent conversational skills. They (and he more than most) tend to be interested in local and non-local ideas, events and people. And they really enjoy spinning out their ideas in conversation. I think they’re every bit as busy as those of us that live in cities, but somehow have really preserved the art of conversation. (I was reminded of this twice recently. First during a morning of delightful conversation with my Capesius cousins, Jim McEnroe et al at the seed corn shed in late August. Second, with Virgil and Laurel (St. Joe neighbors) outside Gammage Auditorium following our holiday concert in early December.)

Back in the day, we did get to meet a large percentage of the locals due to the corn-shelling business – including non-Catholics who we otherwise wouldn’t have seen much of given that most social activity was highly concentrated among Catholic church, Catholic school and relatives and friends. Most of the corn-shelling customers fed us in their homes at least some of the time. Back in those days, the pastor (or minister) often was the person who had the opportunity to be served a meal in more area homes than any other person. Given our “mixed” clientele, perhaps my Dad would have held this title in our area?

Top photo is an old corn-shelling shot that one of my sisters took way back when (summer 1982, I believe). Bottom photo is from our 2003 trip through Pennsylvania Amish country – it was fun getting his take on their un-mechanized farming (that was a good day of touring in general).

Happy #78.