Author: Jana

  • freecycle

    I’ve written about freecycle before, but today I’m feeling particularly grateful for all of the new friends I’ve made through the freecycle community and I wanted to share a few of my freecycle experiences from the last two years….

    –One of my first (and most memorable) freecycle finds happened when a man from Long Beach offered composting worms. What a weird offer! But to me, an avid gardener, it was a treasure! I’d had a vigorous vermiculture bin on my back porch for several years to compost our table scraps, but the previous winter we’d had some particularly cold days and my worms had all died from frostbite. I missed the ability to compost our waste, and I also missed the “black gold” fertilizer that resulted from the process. I contacted him, got directions to his place and set out w/Caroline to meet the worm guy. When we arrived at his apartment (which happened to be above a flower shop), he then led us out to a homemade ladder that led up to his roof garden. I only made it about halfway up the ladder before my fear of heights kicked in. Caroline, OTOH, coninued fearlessly on up the ladder–her flip-floppy heels clacking on each step. After a few long minutes (where I stood at the bottom of the ladder wondering how things were going up on the roof), Caroline and worm guy emerged with a large bucketful of red worms in compost. She and I laughed about the oddness of the event, and it’s since become a favorite story for me to tell. And the worms are still happily producing fertilizer for our garden! :)

    –Another favorite freecycle experience came from an offer that I posted for LDS romance novels. Because I am sent so many LDS novels to review (for Irreantum), I wanted to give a away a few of the older books. I got a response from LC, who turned out to not only be a fan of such novels, but she was also in the middle of writing her master’s thesis on LDS romantic fiction. She and I met for lunch and by the end of the conversation she’d agreed to become a member of my review team. Since then Lisa and I have met several times and she’s written some fantastic articles for me. :)

    –Though it’s always a thrill to find something that I want on freecycle, it’s an even bigger thrill to fulfill someone else’s “Wanted” posts. Indeed, as I’ve been on freecycle for such a long time now, the thrill of seeing a post for an “almost new sofa” or a “cherry wood dresser” has long since worn off. So, one day a post for an LDS temple dress caught my eye. I wondered why someone had posted such a request as I thought about the extra temple dress that was hanging (unused) in the back of my closet [for those of you who don’t know what temple dresses are–they are long-sleeved, floor-length white dresses that are rather hard to find anywhere but in speciality shops and they can cost from $35-100]. I replied to this woman’s message and we had a great conversation. It turned out that she was looking for the dress for her neice who would be marrying soon. And it turned out that the dress I had was just the size that she needed for her neice. So this woman and I met and I gave her my dress. She gave me a big hug and I felt a huge endorphin rush–the kind of misty-eyed feeling where you want to sing a sixties folk song about peace, love & happiness.

    –Those of you who’ve been to our home know that every piece of furniture has a story. There’s the pioneer table from Rebecca, and the blanket chest from great-grandma, etc. Since joining freecycle I now have many more stories to tell. There’s the dining room table that John picked up from a young couple in North Irvine, the canopy bed from Rita, the beanbag from K that the kids and I hand-carried across UCI campus, etc. And along with those stories are the tales of all of the people that we’ve blessed with our un-needed stuff–like E’s old fancy dresses that are now being enjoyed by another young half- Japanese girl, the spent printer cartridges that Ch used as a funraiser for his pet charity, the roller suitcase that accompanied two young sisters on a trip to their grandma’s house, etc.. Through this gifiting and receiving we’ve created bonds with many people that have lasted beyond the initial transaction.

    What a joy! :)

  • Summer Palace


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    Originally uploaded by pilgrimgirl.

    Downloaded a few more China pics today.

    If I were a Chinese Empress, I would hang out at the Summer Palace–even if the “Dragon Lady” lived there, too. :)

  • Make me smile…

    Singing the Hallelujah Chorus alongside my kiddoes, John, and many friends/colleagues at the “First Annual UCI Messiah Sing” last night.

    Heavenly!!
    :)

  • Make me smile…

    Hook me up to your laptop computer and fix my broken cyborg knee so it bends when I walk.
    And I’ll take those first few hesitant steps…
    Then I’ll realize that all is right in the world again because my technology is doing what it’s supposed to.

    And I’ll smile (head to toe).
    :)

  • skate


    E skating with her Girl Scout troop friends on her birthday! She had so much fun :)
    John has accompanied her and her troop each year for their day on the ice–E and John have built many happy memories from this annual event.

  • Make me smile…

    -rubbing my fingers over wooly yarn on a loom for a knit cap
    -watching E cheer during the new Harry Potter movie
    -sleeping for 11(!) hours on a Friday night [btw, I think the jetlag is gone now…]
    -seeing Elly decide that John’s computer mouse is the perfect place to rest her haunches
    -sharing a reuben sandwich w/John at Hans’ Ice Cream Parlor (and him letting me have the pickle)

  • massage

    I came back from China tenderized. The bruises that I had up and down my shin and thigh weren’t from injuries.

    They were from massages.

    Yep, I’m a massage junkie. I was in China for just a few days–days chock-full of shopping, sightseeing, cultural events, etc–and I still managed almost a massage/day.

    The highlights: there was the crazy guy in the Emperor’s pharmacy who practically picked me up off of my chair because he was rubbing me down so briskly [he also cracked my back in a most dramatic way w/his knee–whoa!], the sumptuous night-on-the-town foot massage coordinated by super-guide Jack [where they had me drink this dark herbal tea concoction that almost knocked me out _before_ the hour-long reflexology massage began], and the most deligtful 1/2 body massage in the Beijing airport that Dora arranged. Next time I have a nine(!) hour layover I hope I’m in Beijing where massages only cost $10! And that they use a light shimmer of oil, and that there hands are slightly cool and when they knead my face and scalp I realize that I am totally helpless because it feels that good…

    Some people in our group had to buy an extra suitcase for all of the souvenirs that they bought in China. Me, I brought memories of massages that cost me less than four knock-off Gucci bags apiece…

  • Peking Acrobats


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    Originally uploaded by pilgrimgirl.

    I’ve loaded some of my China pix to my flickr account. Click on the acrobat picture to see more….
    :)

  • forbidden city II and a rickshaw ride

    The Emperor’s bed in the Forbidden City

    Riding in a rickshaw through the Houtang area.

    A symbol of longevity. For John, C & E. :)

  • step backwards

    Today has been a sucky day. The suckiness was compunded by the fact that the “loaner knee” [think ‘loaner car’–it’s a beat up old knee sent out to anyone whose knee is in the shop] that my prosthetist installed on my leg yesterday is confused.

    For whatever reason this knee has a few wires crossed. It thinks that when I step down on my toe I’m really stepping down on my heel. So everytime I take a step it hesitates and locks. It doesn’t make me fall, but it’s an odd sensation that makes me feel like me knee is about the bend the wrong direction.

    So added to the fact that I was up almost the whole night last night writing papers, and I’m still jetlagged, and my kids are stressed about school, and John has had to compensate for my lack of mobility this week, etc…Everytime I take a step it literally feels like a step backward rather than forward. Also, my leg is sans skin right now and there’s a big sticker running down the front of my metallic blue shin that says SERVICE. As if I don’t know that this is the ‘service’ knee. As if I need to announce this to every passersby. Like it isn’t hard anough having to teach a class to 60 undergrads when I can’t even take a confident step and I’ve got such a bizarre sticker on my leg. As if I really needed that today.

    I think I came the closest yet to throwing in the towel. To saying that grad school isn’t worth it. To saying that I want to curl up with my favorite sweater and a trashy novel and STOP TRYING SO HARD.

    A part of me wanted to go up to my teachers and tell them how today really sucked and I can’t walk and I’m tired and don’t we all just have days like these and do they mind if I’m not at my best today and can I turn in my assignments late or can I just take today off? But then that other part of me that listens to excuses from my students and rolls my eyes at their ‘illnesses’ or their computer snafus, or whatever, that part of my realized that I couldn’t go to my profs with an excuse. I just can’t tell them about what it’s like to have a broken knee, to hardly be able to walk, to feel frustrated and ashamed by this dorky loaner.

    I can’t tell them that it’s just not my fault that today sucks.

    BTW, just now I peeled off the SERVICE sticker. It almost made me feel better.

  • forbidden city


    With 9999 rooms, this palace is quite amazing. The size of the buildings/rooms themselves are small. It’s the plazas around the buildings that are so expansive that they are mind-boggling.

    In the bottom photo I’m rubbing one of the 81 brass knobs on the door for good luck–a must-do when you visit the emperor’s palace. :)

  • Tiananmen Square



    After being in China just a few hours, we headed off to Tiananmen Square. Note the tall poles in the flag picture and the lightpost behind me in the bottom photo. These were high-tech cameras, microphones, and listening devices that were scattered every few feet throughout the square. Before we set foot on the pavement we were warned not to talk about the student uprising and not to take pictures of the military/police. Vans, like the white one behind me in the bottom pic, drove randomly aorund the square to break up any gathering crowds. If you look closly over my shoulder in the bottom pic you can see some of the military patrols on the square…

    Our little group was doing our best to follow the rules when the police decided to completely evacuate the Square. We were quickly herded to an underground tunnel, and in the process several of our group members were separated from our group. Michael, our group leader, argued with the police. He was shoved aside.

    All in all, an inauspicious beginning to our trip.

    [Note: I’m wearing a dork nametag in almost all of the China pictures. This identified me as a member of the mighty J4 group, and kept me out of trouble :)]