Edits, Guild News and A Christmas Tree

My parents were here for dinner tonight. My dad read the posting in which I wrote about the ferry, and he had comments to make about the photos I posted.

He wants me to tell you that, in addition to building the cabin, he built that log bulkhead himself.  He also wanted me to post a photo of their house as it is now (after the cabin was remodeled), so here it is:

That is not the bulkhead he built; it is a replacement, made of rock, instead of logs. They added a dock later. A bunch of us can be seen on the deck on the right side. He has a vegetable garden and flowers, of which he is very proud, as well.

Since you asked, the performance of Handel's "Messiah" was a fantastic experience for us. Before the concert, we enjoyed a wonderful dinner with Smileygirl and her husband at one of our favorite restaurants:  Cafe Campagne. Then we walked to Symphony Hall (a.k.a. Benaroya Hall), and took our seats near the back of the main level. The music and singing were sublime. SUBLIME. I thought, This must be what it's like when you are dying, and you awaken to find you are not dead, but crossing a threshhold to a new, perfectly beautiful reality. I hope I hear music like that when I'm crossing over. I love musicians, and am in awe of their dedication and artistry.

Unfortunately, there was a couple of WHISPERERS sitting behind us. They were seated a couple of rows behind us, and many seats to the left, but they were WHISPERING loud enough to disturb us.  Voices and lots of dramatic hand gestures were interrupting the singing and instumentals of one of the most sacred pieces of music I've ever heard. I looked at the usher; no response. I looked at the WHISPERERS; no response. I wondered what Jesus would do, since the concert was really about Him. I tried to forgive; I got angry; I re-focused on the message. I got angry again; I went back to the message. I think it was kind of funny, to be attempting to focus on Jesus and the message about his life, while being irritated beyond belief during the concert. 

Please, if you attend a concert, and feel an overwhelming need to talk in the middle of it, LEAVE the AUDITORIUM. Whatever you have to say can either wait, or should be said elsewhere. But none of you need to hear that from me; you would never do such a thing!

Since you've asked, here is what this year's tree looks like:

On Monday, I had the privilege of driving to meet a member of another Seattle Children's Hospital guild. Joanne generously donated her time and talent to make two quilts for Katie's Comforters Guild, and then drove half an hour from her home to meet me, and give them to me, so that I can donate them to the hospital. Here is Joanne with her beautiful quilts:

There is more good news coming about Katie's Comforters Guild; I will update you on the Guild's blogspot soon. Meanwhile, Happy Christmas Eve to everyone, and Merry Christmas Day! May your heart be filled with the peace and love of God, through the gift of Jesus to the world.

The Ferry (the Boat)

Yesterday, I picked up my parents at the Bainbridge Island ferry dock. They flew in from California, and walked on the boat in Seattle. They are home for the holidays. We had a nice dinner together at our house.

The ferry is such a familiar part of life for us that I rarely think about how it will sound to someone in the midwest. I've been riding the boat all of my life, literally. That's me, on the right, in the photo, with my brother and sister; the boats (and I) have changed a lot since then! My parents built a cabin on the island before I was born, where we used to spend our summers. They remodeled it about 20 years ago, sold their house in town, and now it's their main home.

This is the original cabin that they built, not the remodeled house.

When we talk about the ferry, we call it "the boat;" not a boat that we own, but the Washington State Ferry. Well, tax-wise, I guess we do own it, but I digress.

We "catch the boat," "run for the boat," "hop on the boat," and occasionally, "miss the boat." Tonight, we are going to catch the boat in our car, which is called "driving on."  "Are you going to walk across, or drive on?," we ask our guests from the city before they come, so we will know how to plan. If they are driving, we will add an hour to the departure time of their boat, in order to calculate their time of arrival; or we will leave our house at the time they get on the boat in the city, in order to be at the terminal to pick up walk-ons when they walk off.

Living with a ferry system means having ferry schedules close at hand - in your car, in your purse, on the refrigerator door, in your wallet - for easy reference, at all times. And to save money, it means buying a commuter pass every month. There are auto passes and passenger passes. Fares are collected both ways for autos, and only one way for walk-on and auto passengers. Are you still with me?

In summer, there is a fare surcharge (a rate hike), and if you are driving on, you can easily miss the boat (this is called "an overload,") and then you must wait in line, sometimes for hours. Missing the boat is not fun, unless you are creative and very patient. If you leave your car on the dock to go and have a latte, a beer or a snack nearby, you must return no later than 20 minutes before the next boat is scheduled to depart, or you may be left behind on the dock...an inconvenience and a big embarassment.

You wouldn't want to lock yourself out of your car in this situation. I once made the mistake of locking my car keys in the car on the ferry dock in Seattle. Fortunately, a very kind Washington State Trooper rescued them (and me), and didn't make me feel like any more of an idiot than I already felt.

We are driving on the boat today, to go to dinner with Smileygirl and Tom, before hearing "Handel's Messiah" performed by the Seattle Symphony and Chorale. I'm very excited to dress up, eat a lovely French meal (trout almondine, anyone?) and listen to the music with Gregg and David. This will be my first time hearing the "Messiah" in person.