Thursday, February 25, 2010

My funny Valentine



I am including pix of Veeka and I at a recent performance (by the Marinksi Ballet) of "The Sleeping Beauty" at the Kennedy Center. Considering that this marathon performance had THREE intermissions and went on seemingly forever, Miss Veeka lasted pretty well, I thought. OK, she was a bit pouty at the beginning as she did not like the sound of the drums but she cheered up later. I was helped by the presence of a friend, Diane, who helped take care of my little octopus as she dashed about Kennedy Center. Shown here is one photo of her actually behaving and another of me (dressed in my mom's dirndl) trying to pacify Unhappy Child.
I'd figured since Miss V did so well at "The Nutcracker," she'd hold up under the much longer "Sleeping Beauty" but it might be awhile before we visit another ballet. Fortunately there were lots of other kids at this performance but 4 is a tad young to sit through it all.
We are weathering this winter in fine fashion as the snow is finally almost gone and my porch has lost its icy sheeth. Am typing this from New York where I am on a business trip of a few days while Veeka stays with one of the families associated with her daycare. They have 2 boys about a year older than she so she adores spending time with them and doing fun things that she doesn't get to do with me. It is plummeting rain/snow here and shortly I have to brave this yucky mess. Then, back to DC.

Saturday, February 13, 2010

And I got to ski, too



Today was quite pleasant in that while some saintly friends of mine took care of Veeka ALL DAY, I whisked off to Whitetail, one of the closer ski resorts, to get in my once-a-year opportunity to schuss down the slopes. Here on the east coast and post-Veeka, I don't get to do much skiing these days so it was fun to wrap myself up in several layers and head off to ski. And it was a nice day of it, other than the fact that there were about 100 people (not a joke) in front of me in the ticket line and the combined populations of Maryland, Delaware and Pennsylvania were on the same slopes as I was.
In fact, I finally took refuge on the black diamond slopes to get away from crowds, only to get marooned on a double-black diamond that had turned quite icy. And I ended up near the trees in a stupid attempt to circumvent the moguls. Nothing like having the ski patrol folks yelling, "M'am?? Are you ok?" Well, finally I eased my way back onto the icy patches and managed to get down. Ordinarily, moguls are my friends, as they often have nice snowy tops one can turn on. Anyway, someone at the info desk at Whitetail told me it was their biggest day ever, mainly because the weather was decent and the slopes had not been skied bare yet by the snowboarding mobs.
I managed to work out of my home much this week and found a few newsworthy things to report (this thanks to the Anglicans) but it's a challenge with Veeka around. Although she has gamely watched "Happy Feet" about 15 times now.
Am attaching a photo of Veeka playing "house" by the fireplace. Tomorrow Veeka and I and a friend go to see "Sleeping Beauty" at the Kennedy Center. Will Veeka act up? Will she fall asleep? Will the ushers kick us out? Stay tuned.

Sunday, February 7, 2010

At least we didn't lose our power


We are still digging out from thigh-high snow here and fortunately today (Sunday the 7th) is sunny. I spent my morning digging up a downed wire (fortunately telephone, not electric) in my backyard and am about to go trudging out for an afternoon of digging out my garage. You'd think Veeka, considering the northern latitudes in which she was born, would love the white stuff but she spent this morning sitting atop a drift wailing about how cold she was so I sent her back inside to do some drawing while Mommy dug a path to the garage.
The photo posted shows Veeka some weeks before at her ballet/tap class. Am not sure about the future of said class in that last week she sat in the corner and sulked the whole time. My being in the room doesn't help either. However, she continually watches the penguin movie "Happy Feet" and loves to dance to it with her tap shoes so who knows?
Compared to plenty of others in the metro area, we are quite fortunate in that we never lost our power for which I am thanking God.

Monday, February 1, 2010

Snow in February


Actually the newest dump of 5-6 inches came Saturday the 30th but it's still hanging around our yard quite a bit. Posed here by our mailbox is Miss Veeka in her dark purple coat get-up. She was not so happy yesterday when I tried to take her sledding. Mind you, I could have thought just of my needs and gone skiing in the bright sunshine that arrived yesterday but NO - I thought of my daughter and her needs before mine, right? And I figured that sledding would please her more than being dumped at the ski place's daycare all day.
Well...we walked to a small hill and went up and down twice and then she decided she didn't like the snow spray in her face so she did her rag doll thing and sat there in the snow and sulked. And I was thinking that I could have been skiing at Whitetail that day instead.
Other news: Am getting together churches where I'll be speaking at during my Houston trip next month plus am lining up some other speaking gigs that are finally coming in. At work, they've hired a new editor who is 15 years younger than I and who used to work for our editorial page and has no management experience that we know of so we're all just looking at the ceiling and saying, well, whatever. However, the man they hired before who did have management experience didn't do so hot either so who knows? Just as long as that paycheck keeps 'a coming in.

Saturday, January 16, 2010

Wanted: End times books for kids


The funniest thing happened last night as I was putting Veeka to bed. On the way, she glimpsed a stunning print on her bedroom wall of Jesus returning to Earth on a white horse. It's by Pat Marvenko Smith, a Pittsburgh artist who's done the coolest art on the book of Revelation. I really liked her depiction of the red-robed, golden-sashed King of kings with "eyes as flame of fire" and the little one was entranced with the picture.
"When is he coming back?" she asked.
"Soon," I said.
"Can I give him a hug?" she asked.
"I'm sure he'd like that."
"It's Aslan and Jesus, right?"
"Yes, sweetie." Usually she winds up her evening with a chapter from "The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe" but last night she was too excited about the Second Coming. Who else was going to be there besides angels, she asked. Well...I said, Uncle Steve and Uncle Gob and Oma and Opa and (her cousins) Carley and Lindsay and (her friends) Rachael and Iannsa...well, to Veeka this sure sounded like a nice party with all her favorite people in attendance. She plied me with question after question about what heaven looks like and what people do there until I finally dug out a children's book about St. George and the Dragon with illustrations by the late famed artist Trina Schart Hyman who, although she was more into Wicca, did have one cool drawing in this book of this enormous mountain stretching 20 miles into the sky.
That, I explained to Veeka, pointing to the enormous city on the peak of this mountain, is what heaven will be like. I dug around in my other books and realized that for all the Bible tales I have, none of them are about the end of time. They're all folksy jungle tales about Adam and Eve, then switching to Noah's Ark and a few Old Testament tales, then lots and lots about the Nativity and Jesus' miracles, a bit about his death and then...not a whole lot after that. A lot of books don't even show Jesus' post-Resurrection face and only one even went into the acts of the apostles with a brief mention of the end of the world.
I realized this was an enormous teaching moment, so sat up late with Veeka explaining about Jesus coming back and angels (will explain later about the devil and 666) but realized there needs to be books out that show cool depictions of Up There. I did a search and all that's out there are books for kids about to lose a family member or pet. Randy Alcorn has a kids book out but it's for 8-12s. No, no, no, I want much more colorful stuff that shows the celestial city and the 12 gates made of enormous pearls, etc. etc.
So here is a new book imprint: It is ABC: Apocalyptic Children's Books. Cool, huh?
No other news here although it looks as though my March book tour to Houston, beginning about March 12 and lasting a week or so, is really shaping up. To date, I have three speaking invites in churches. More to come.

Thursday, January 7, 2010

Happy Epiphany


If I were more organized, I would have baked one of my cardamom Three Kings cakes with all sorts of goodies hidden therein to symbolize the Magi but I'm at sixes and sevens with my furnace having broken down for 30 hours until a repairman figured out what was wrong with it. So Wednesday was pretty wretched as Veeka and I slept in 50-degree rooms until blessed heat arrived Thursday. The joys of home ownership.
Work has settled down; eerily so in that there are so few of us in the newsroom these days, the whole place is markedly colder. Didn't know 110 extra people could provide so much extra body heat.
The photo is of my niece, Carley, holding Veeka. Her younger sister, Lindsay, is to the right. What I didn't mention last time is how on Christmas Day, Carley walked into my parents' home with her left hand extended and her fourth finger bearing an engagement ring. Being that her parents are planning on a divorce in the near future, Christmas was very sad for us all but Carley's news really lightened the day. Hopes are for her to wear my mother's satin wedding gown from the late 1940s (one of my aunts wore it before my mom got married in 1950) because I sure can't fit into it. Even when I was 20 pounds lighter, I couldn't get the thing on. My whole body was just BIGGER. But Carley is pretty thin so we're hoping she can wear the dress.
Today, Jan. 7, Veeka had her first visit to the dentist and she behaved beautifully. I wasn't really happy at being charged $102 for all of 15 minutes she was there, tho.

Thursday, December 31, 2009

Surviving the massacre


It's New Year's Eve but I'm in no mood for celebrating anything considering I lived through one of the most wretched days I've had in a long time.
Yesterday, the Washington Times laid off 65 percent of the newsroom; approximately 110 reporters, editors, photographers and other employees. Today, most of them showed up to pack their belongings. It was absolutely horrible having to say good-bye to people whom I've known for more than 14 years. Four departments: photo, sports, metro and entertainment, were decimated. Business did not fare too well either. Nearly everyone in management was wiped out. Both our managing editors (David Jones and Jeff Birnbaum) are gone. The deputy ME, Ted Agres, is also gone, as are nearly all the assistant managing editors, such as Barbara Slavin and Geoff Etnyre (who was my boss). Only 12 editors remain, I believe: six on the news desk and another six elsewhere in the newsroom although that number is fungible. Several people on foreign desk, including old friends like Willis Witter, are gone or their fate is unknown. Four employees remain on that desk. Our web desk also lost quite a few folks, such as Jilly Badanes (the bright, cheery face on our webcasts who was the face of the newsroom each morning), Jim Ivancic and David Eldredge.
National desk, which I am on, fared a bit better although Ben Conery, Richard Slusser, Mike Wheatley, Andrea Billups and Sean Lengell (some of them did politics as well) were let go. Sean was the last person I bade farewell to when I left this evening and he was busily trying to go through all his emails, as were many other folks today (before their accounts were shut off).
I missed the big staff meeting yesterday when all this was announced (we were flying into Dulles at that moment - more on that later) so it was with lots of trepidation I arrived at work today. Arriving at the human resources department, I was handed a thin envelope, which meant I was staying. About 60 of us were retained. Those who were being let go had thicker packets detailing their severance packages. A hapless sports writer, Mark Zuckerman, walked in with me. He was one of 25 sports department workers who was let go. He gamely said he expected it. Then it was back down to an awfully grim newsroom where folks were cramming their belongings into boxes and hugging each other.
(By the way, a staff writer at the Washington Post wrote a really classy column here that said really nice things about our sports department and how they often did a better job than did the Post at covering sports stories. I also was heartened by how, in the past few weeks, people from outside the paper including several competitors, emailed me to see how I was doing. Thank you, all.)
It was impossible to concentrate and do much work with all this happening, so I spent much of my day saying good-bye to everyone and getting emails from folks I wished to keep in touch with. Although a lot of the politics reporters were kept, long-timers like Greg Pierce were let go. The big shock on national desk was that Audrey Hudson, our national security reporter who spent Christmas Day at work reporting on the Northwest Airlines would-be bomber, was also let go. No one could understand that one. I wandered over to features, where I said good-bye to Stephanie Green, who has really made a name for herself doing what I'd call investigative society reporting, for lack of a better description. She ended up having to write the article that announced her own layoff. She was packing up. So was Gabriella Boston, Denise Yourse and Cindy Brown.
Barbara Slavin, who was brought in from USA Today only about 18 months ago, was a real class act, as she went around the newsroom shaking hands with everyone and wishing them well before she left. It was just heartbreaking to see some of the editors and reporters who, on their last day there, were faithfully working on their last assignments to get out tomorrow's paper instead of walking out on the spot. One poor woman on news desk was celebrating her birthday with two chocolate cakes by the coffee pot - and she was being let go as well.
Most of the folks I talked with had no idea where they will end up. One of the librarians, Clark Eberly, may go back to school. Only two had definite jobs they were sure they'd get. Everyone else who had been sending out resumes said they'd had no luck whatsoever. My across-the-aisle seatmate, Don Lambro, will still have his syndicated political column but he's in no mood to retire yet. He was let go. So was Rita Tiwari, who helped do bookkeeping for the newsroom. One of the worst-luck stories is Lois Carlson, who worked alongside Rita. Not only did she lose her job; so did her husband, Eric, who works in the library. They have three kids but no income. Wally Hindes, who did radio for us, is also gone.
And our photographers - I got to say good-bye to a few, but we had an excellent batch who nearly landed a Pulitzer in 2003. Only two - Joe Eddins and Melissa Cannarozzi - are being kept on, mainly to do desk work. The new photo editor, Janet Reeves, had fortunately kept her home in Denver when she moved here last fall. Good thing she did.
Lots and lots of conversations were held about what is in store for those of us who stay. Nothing has been revealed as to what we should expect but fortunately for me and two other reporters on related beats, the Higher Ups wanted to retain reporting on social and cultural issues, which includes religion. Considering that so many religion reporters have lost their jobs this year, I am very fortunate to still have mine.
But to lose so much unbelievable talent is such a sad way to close out the year. I am enclosing a photo of Veeka in the cockpit of our Boeing 757 which flew us back from Seattle yesterday. We got up at 4 a.m. to make the flight, but she acted like a little angel the whole time.
Here's to hoping 2010 will be a better year.