Small Shopping Carts

The grocery store near our home has about a half dozen miniaturized shopping carts. They’re about a third the size of a normal shopping cart and are perfect for children to use who are too short or small to “help” mom and dad by pushing the big shopping cart. Every time I take Aidan to the store, I hope that a small cart is available because it keeps Aidan from engaging in mischievous three-year-old behavior. I was relieved to find one last night when Marathon Girl and I did our huge monthly shopping trip. Instead of having to worry about Aidan running all over the place, we just give him a cart and he and I take part of the grocery list and go shopping. Not only does this cut the amount of time we spend in the store by about a third, but it actually makes grocery shopping a fun experience. Aidan and I race down an aisles, food put it in the cart, and race down another one to get more food. When his cart is full, we empty the contents into my bigger shopping cart and go find more food.

So last night after I put him to bed, I asked him what his favorite part of the day was.

“Buying food,” Aidan said.

“I like it when you help Dad buy food,” I said. “You’re a good helper.”

“Can we buy food tomorrow?” Aidan asked.

I explained to Aidan that we didn’t need to buy food everyday but next time I needed to go to the store he was more than welcome to come and help.

I don’t know who came up with the idea of making small carts for kids, but I hope the person’s a millionaire. Those carts have made grocery shopping something I actually look forward too as opposed to just another chore. The person that can do that should be richly rewarded indeed.

Hope you all have a safe and memorable Independence Day!

Live Free or Die Hard

 

Yippie-ki-yay! John McClane is back.

It’s been a long time since Hollywood came up with a decent action movie. Fortunately, Live Free or Die Hard helps reestablish a genre that has been on the recent decline.

The story begins when McClane (Bruce Willis) is assigned to pick up hacker Justin Long (Matt Farrell) and take him to FBI headquarters in Washington D.C. Thinking it’s just another routine assignment to pick up a computer nerd, McClane unenthusiastically goes to Long’s apartment only to find himself involved in a shoot out with people intent on killing the suspect.

After some intense and very slick action sequences in which McClane takes care of the bad guys, the pair heads off to Washington D.C. Once they arrive, the entire city begins shutting down. After a brief talk with the FBI, they conclude an Internet terrorist group is bent on shutting down the entire country by taking over the country’s vital computer systems.

But McClane’s not letting a bunch of computer geeks shut down the United States. What follows is two-hours of some of the most original and innovative action sequences in an action movie. Whether it’s taking down a helicopter with a police car, driving a 18-wheeler over a collapsing freeway system, or escaping from an SUV before it plummets down an elevator shaft, McClane shows that nothing can stop him from getting the bad guys.

Action and adventure type movies are never big on creating characters that the audience will actually care about. But that’s okay. There are just good guys and bad guys in this film. But like any good action movie, the audience will root for the hero and cheer when bad guys meet their demise – never mind the fact that the bad guy’s motives for shutting down the entire country are a little weak and the plot a bit implausible.

Willis is one of the most underrated actors and delivers another great performance as the hero who always keeps his cool even if the world around him is falling to pieces. He knows just how to deliver the script’s one-liners and come across as a regular guy who wants to save the world.

My only real complaint is that they killed off the best bad guy, played by Maggie Q, too early in the film. Q’s character was the most interesting of all the villains and it would have made the move better to see her in final climatic fight with McClane instead of the lackluster mastermind played by Timothy Olyphant.

Live Free or Die Hard is a perfect way to escape from the summer heat, reality, or any in-laws that may be visiting during Independence Day. Fans of action-packed, shoot-‘m-up movies will love the latest Die Hard installment and audiences will leave the theatre excited that once again John McClane saved the day.

Let’s hope Live Free or Die Hard is the first in a series of improved action/adventure movies that will come out of Hollywood.

*** stars (out of four)

Book Update II

The final edits for Room for Two were accepted by the editor yesterday. • It goes to press July 15. • I get to see the cover art next week. (Crossing my fingers that I like it.) • I should be in bookstores sometime in September though I’ll be selling copies on my website sometime in August.

Part of me can’t believe that I’m pretty much done with it. Even though it was three years ago, it seems like yesterday I started writing Room for Two, and just dreaming that it would be published.

All my hard work and perseverance has paid off.

My dream is about to become a reality.

Flowering Cacti

The most beautiful thing I saw while on our vacation to Idaho was a patch of flowering cacti. Most of area in Idaho we vistied was very green: lots of trees and farm land. But while taking a walk with Aidan and Steven and I discovered a patch of cacti that was in full bloom. It was the last thing I expected to see and maybe part of the reason I found it so beautiful.

Two Steps Forward, One Step Back

Exercise is often two steps forward and one step back. Since February I’ve been working my tail off to bench my own weight. I’ve made great progress. Last Friday I maxed out at 190 pounds (that’s approximately 86 kilos for all those who prefer the metric system). It was a personal best and only five pounds away from my weight when I started the whole weightlifting program. Needless to say I was ecstatic about the accomplishment.

My elation was short lived, however, once reality set in.

When I started this aggressive weight lifting program I weighted 195 lbs. Since then I’ve added 15 lbs. of muscle to my body and top the scales at 210 lbs. (I should add that Marathon Girl is very happy with my added mass.) After maxing out at 190, I initially thought I was just five pounds away from reaching my goal. Then I realized I was 20 lbs. away from it.

~sighs~

If I end up in hell, I can see my punishment being trying to bench my weight. Every time I get close, it will turn out that I’ve added on a couple extra pounds of muscle to my body and have to try again. This will, of course, go on for all eternity.

The good news is that while I’m alive on Earth, when I finally do manage to bench my weight, I’m going to be benching an amount I never thought would have thought possible.

I Finally Mailed that Suspicious Package

I finally mailed that suspicious package the post office returned the other day. After a 15 minute wait in line, I was finally able to speak to a mail clerk about the problem. I gave her the package and told her I would like her to inspect it and have it mailed. The clerk looked at the package and read the note the post office had attached to it. “I’ve never seen this label before,” she said. “I’ll be right back.”

With package in hand she left and returned a few minutes later with someone who I assume was her manager or supervisor. He started to explain to me that they because of increasing terrorist threats, they couldn’t just take packages with stamps on it and that in the future it would save everyone a lot of hassle if I’d just take a few minutes and show any future packages to one of his trusted employees. Then he stopped in mid-sentence and looked at the package.

“There’s only enough postage on this package to ship it by ground,” he said.

“That’s right,” I replied. “It was less expensive that way.”

“Then there’s nothing to worry about,” the supervisor said. “These restrictions only apply to air mail – not anything shipped on the ground. I’m sorry for the inconvenience.”

The supervisor them removed the warning label from the package and tossed in a nearby mail cart and told me it would be sent out that afternoon. (Sorry, Gabby. I guess the package won’t come with a police/military escort after all.)

I don’t know what I should be more worried about: the fact that they don’t screen their ground mail for suspicious packages or the gross incompetence of the people supposedly screening their mail.

Either way, I’m thinking about using the post office that’s closer to home to mail anything in the future than the one close to work. Aside form this incident; I’ve had some recent bad experiences with the post office near my office.

For example, if I return a Netflix DVD and it goes through the post office close to home, it always arrives the next day. However, if I send it from work it takes two, three or sometimes four days to arrive at the Netflix receiving facility.

Both post offices are roughly the same distance from Salt Lake and the one close work is supposedly a post office hub which means things should arrive sooner, rather than later. But when does anything work the way it’s intended to when you’re dealing with a government monopoly.

I am NOT a Terrorist

Let’s be clear on one thing: I am not a terrorist. I don’t condone blowing up innocent people or hijacking airplanes and crashing them into buildings. Terrorists are incredibly evil and I generally support efforts to eradicate them from the planet. The world would be a much better place without them.

I bring this up because apparently mailing books can get you in trouble with the U.S. Postal Service. Who knew?

Last week I did my first book purge and mailed three books off to those who wanted the books.  Yesterday one of the books – the Matthew Iribarne book of short stories – was returned, opened, with an ominous warning attached from the U.S. Post Office:

“We regret that your mail is being returned to you because of heightened security measures. All domestic mal, weighing 16 ounces or over, that bears stamps and all international and military APO/FPO mail weighing 16 ounces or over, MUST be presented to a retail clerk at a post office. Postage that is affixed to the returned mail may be used for re-mailing the item."

Apparently I made the mistake of metering the package on my own instead of standing in line for an hour and checking it with the trusty U.S. Postal clerk. And all I wanted to do was save time by not waiting in line.

Although I appreciate the warning and will check future packages that weigh 16 ounces or more with the post office before I send then, I can’t help be a little concerned over their screening procedures.

See, this is the second book weighing more than 16 ounces that I’ve sent in this way. The other book, Skinny Dip, was mailed two days before the book of short stories and it hasn’t been returned. Somehow that book wasn’t considered a security threat. (Actually, I don’t know if it made it past the post office inspectors. Maybe they destroyed it with one of those bomb destroy robots in route to the Midwest. Jo, please let me know if it arrives.)

So, Gabby, I’m checking the package with a mail clerk today and resending it. I don’t know when it will arrive but it might come with a police and/or military escort. Please let them know I’m not a terrorist and all I mailed you was a book of short stories.

Thoughts This Father’s Day

One of my heroes is Orson Scott Card. An award-wining writer and gifted storyteller, Card has a talent for writing wonderful novels with believable characters, solid plots, and, ultimately, positive messages. But it’s more than Card’s ability to write well-crafted, entertaining novels that make him one of my heroes. What I really admire about Card is his dedication to his family and how seriously he takes his role as a father.

I was reminded of this after reading a column he wrote for The Rhinoceros Times. Card, who has been teaching at Southern Virginia University for the last two years, gave a final exam to the students in his Contemporary American Novel course. He asked his students to compare the American culture depicted in novels they had read to their own experiences with American culture.

As Card read the essays, one of the themes he found throughout them was the comments about decisions the students’ parents made. For example, some fathers had taken lower paying jobs so they could raise their kids in a small community rather than a large city. Some mothers made the decision to stay at home. Other parents had made decisions to move their families to more family friendly neighborhoods instead of more affluent ones. Many rearranged their lives or made other sacrifices so that at least one parent could be at home and that the children had easy access to both parents.

Reading about the decisions these parents made forced Card to re-examine the decisions he was making as a father. Card wrote:

What was I doing, driving three hours each way to teach at a university? I would leave on Tuesday morning and not be home till late Thursday night. I still have a newly teenaged daughter at home.

What message was I giving her, compared to the message these other parents had given their children?

Wasn't the message: "Being a professor and getting to do cool stuff at a university is so important to me that I will miss 3/7 of your remaining years at home"?

In other words, I was saying: "Other people's children are more important to me than you are."

I had thought that I was doing something quite noble and wonderful -- and, in the long view, it's hard to think of a nobler and more wonderful profession than teaching.

But most parents who absent themselves from their children's lives believe they're doing something noble and wonderful.

Until I read about what my students' parents had done for them, I couldn't see how I was not practicing what I preached.

Even as I told people in essays and speeches that the most important gift parents can give their children is their physical presence in a loving home, I was going off to another city three days a week -- and I couldn't even pretend I had to do it for money, because that isn't how I made my living.

Then Card announced his decision to stop teaching – for now anyway. Once his youngest child is in college, he’ll consider going back to the roll of mentor. In the meantime he’s rededicating himself to a career as a father with everything else relegated to the status of a job or hobby.

Reading Card’s column a week before Father’s Day, struck a chord with me. As a father of three young kids, it made me consider how I’m doing as a father.

Am I spending as much time as possible with my kids or am I filling my time after work with “more important” things like checking e-mail or other activities that can really wait until the kids go to bed? If I come home from work tired and frustrated, am I taking my frustration out on the kids? In short, what kind of example am I being to them? Am I showing them that they’re important to me and that I value my time with them?

I’m far from being a perfect father. I’m still learning how to control my temper when my boys spill flour or frozen vegetables when I’m cooking dinner. And I could probably do a better job of paying attention to my six-month-old daughter when she coos at me late at night when she’s sitting next to me as I work on my next book.

But I’m doing something right – at least I think I am. I think I’m doing a reasonably good job of not only spending free time after work with them but taking an interest and being involved in their activities.

After my three-year-old goes to bed, I sit next to him and talk with him about whatever’s on his mind. Usually these talks evolve into some sort of tickle game but I know those five to ten minutes together are his favorite part of the day and the part he always makes sure I’m going to do as I help him get ready for bed.

Because the practice proved successful with my three year old, I started spending a few minutes with my 19-month-old son after he goes to bed. Even though he’s not as excited about it as his older brother about his alone time with dad, his eyes do light up when I enter his room, sit next to him in bed, and talk.

Hopefully I’m not just paying lip service to the importance of fathers but showing my children that they are important enough to me that can put some things aside and focus on them.

Father’s Day is a great day to recognize the important roll of fathers and the influence they’ve had on our lives. But it’s also a good time for fathers to pause for a moment and make sure they’re not only giving their children a loving home to live in, but their time and presence too.

Thank you, Mr. Card, for reminding all fathers everywhere what our real focus should be and for not just mouthing the words of a hero but acting like one too.

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No Hitter and Book Success

Congratulations to Justin Verlander of the Detroit Tigers for pitching a no hitter last night against the Milwaukee Brewers. Put that achievement next to your Rookie of the Year trophy. I’m telling you that Tiger pitching staff is good. If they return to the World Series, it’s going to be on the strong arms of Verlander and others.

I can almost see myself watching baseball this October again.

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I pleasantly surprised that my book purge was so well received. I had five requests for Skinny Dip and three for She’s Come Undone. The book of short stories by Matthew Iribarne is still available if anyone wants it.

The giveaway went well enough that I’ll be doing it again in the near future. I’d much rather give books a loving home than send them to the landfill or thrift store. Look for me to offer more books before the summer is out.

Update: The Matthew Iribarne book has found a loving home.