This image above was captured at Depoe Bay, Oregon on Mother’s Day, May 9, 2004. This was just a short few weeks before I started this blog when Christian was 8 and Kelly was 10. I started writing as a tool to help prepare for their third and fifth grade school years, having decide to pull them from the truly horrific Albany, Oregon public schools and homeschool them ourselves. The image below was captured on the North Carolina State University campus when Christian and Kelly graduated from college on Mother’s Day, May 10, 2014. The kids had skipped high school and graduated from college when Christian was 18 and Kelly was 20, large due to the dedication and support of their mother. Seeing these picture and reflecting on those times and places were a good reminders of what a spectacular mother and wife is Lorena.And beautiful, too–then and now.
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The fact that I am a senior citizen is something I am embracing more every day. I still think of Lorena as a young wife. I do not think I will ever think of the kids anything other than… kids. But in reality, they are adults and have been making their own way and paying their own way for ten years now. The thing that is most distracting to me as a senior citizen is something I have heard others describe and that is that you beginning to disappear to large swaths of society–even when you are in the room, you are not really in the room, if you know what I mean. Plus, the realization arrives that you are not really needed so much by the kids any more other than for moral support. That is a good thing, but hard to digest for us. Then, with retirement on the horizon, it is way more stressful than expected trying to figure out what to do when there is not full time job. It just makes me realize how thankful I am for wife and family.
We went all out yesterday for Easter. When I saw “we” went all out, I mean Lorena went all out and I helped, but mostly just got in the way. We cooked a ham–Lorena made an amazing glaze from scratch, she made scalloped potatoes, asparagus, croissants, and deviled eggs. It was truly a feast. We have decided we want to do this more often. Hopefully, we will be able to do this with Kelly, Christian, Grandma Conchita, and other friends again before too long. We do feel pretty isolated now, but plans art starting to form about what to do next. Of course, we have the Mexico projects and that is a big part of it, but we also have plans to get into a smaller house on a smaller lot closer to a town. It is hard to know where to go though. Mostly, we just want to be close to the kids.
Christian was given one of the coolest challenge coins ever for some of the research he has accomplished in his job. He got one from his professor when he was getting his PhD, but this seems like a much bigger deal. They gave it to him after and invited talk he gave on that research. He is scheduled to give and even more important talk in a few months. It really is amazing to see him performing at this level.
Aunt Julia is the absolute best person. She promised to send me something from Grandpa and Grandma Jenkins house and, yesterday, it arrived in the mail. It is the Cottage Grove High School Yearbook for 1948, the year Grandpa Milo and Grandma Sarah graduated when Milo was Student Body President and Sarah was Honor Society President. My plan is to scan it in and send it out to all the siblings, cousins, and anyone else who wants to see it. The note says:
Hi Ken,
I promised to get you something from Grandma J’s house and came across this that day we all went to C.G. to see all the things Ann had collected.
Love,
Julia
Lorena and I have been living according to an ad hoc schedule since when I finished my degree back in December. We have been at loose ends trying to figure out what to do next. We have finished almost all we set out to accomplish since we arrived in Texas almost three years ago. The only thing left is the thing that is, mostly, keeping us in Texas–that is the finishing of the house on the hill to the point where we can live in it well. We are still six or so months away from that. By that time, we will be close to the end of the year and time to receive family for the holidays, so we are thinking it does not make sense to do something else until early 2025. The election will have occurred by then and either Trump will be president or it will have been stolen again. Either way, that will be at least a little bit of an indicator about what we might want to do and where we might want to live.
I said all that to say that we have decided to try to start living a more ordered life again. To that end, we went out today after our worship meeting and bought fixing for a fine Sunday dinner of pork loin and vegetables. That is one of the little things we hope to continue to do through this period of uncertainty. We want to add other regularities like that to our lives.
Lorena is having a great time in Monterrey hanging out with her mom, her brothers and their families, neighbors, and other friends. Last night they went out for cabrito. After church they all got together at Grandma Conchita’s house to eat barbacoa. When they finish and Rigo arrives from the other side of town, everyone is going to drive over to San Pedro to see the current state of the apartment building and the house up on the hill. I am really sad I am not with them. These are the very best of times. Lauro did some practice sketches of my graduation picture and is planning to do both a portrait and an etching to go along with his semi-famous “El Científico” etching. I cannot wait to see the final product. I told him we want to put an etching of this and of El Científico together in a prominent location in the house on the hill.
Tío Lauro took Lorena and Grandma Conchita to visit his atelier in Loma Prieta yesterday. They are having entirely too good of a time for me to not be there with them. The image on the left is side of the atelier that used to be a complete mess, but honestly looks amazing. With the recent rains, the nearby (one block from the atelier) is beautiful and the Río Ramos runs clear. The inset image is of an enchilada plate from a recent Lorena had never previously visited in the town of Santiago.
My wonderful bride is headed off down to Mexico to visit her mother who is having some medical issues. She and her brother Lynn are going to go over all aspects of their construction business, investigate plans for their next project, and most importantly, figure out how long it is going to take for Lynn’s crew to get our house on the hill in good enough shape so that we can go start spending a bunch more time down there. Lorena and I went to DQ for lunch to celebrate Valentine’s Day before she left. Notice she dressed all in red for the occasion and I wore my red Nebraska ball cap.
Lorena is taking a framed copy of the picture in this post down to Grandma Conchita. We would like to say it is for worthy reasons, but the reality is that it she has more things to brag about. She is totally sin vergüenza when it comes to her family and I am wildly grateful that I get to be counted in that august number. She currently has my dissertation on a little stand in a cabinet in the living room and are hoping for a prime location for the portrait alongside the dissertation. She drags anyone who comes into her house over to look at her shrine in the cabinet which include pictures of Kelly and Christian. I know I will never arrive to the high level of appreciation as her grandchildren, but it is kind of nice to at least be featured on a shelf on level lower.
This is a nice view of the Huasteca from our house on the hill. The new Tesla plant is being built toward the left side of this photo and the large buildings right in front of the Huasteca, off in the distance, is the center of Santa Catarina. With the passing away of our next door neighbor and the funeral we attended this weekend, Lorena and I have been giving a lot of thought to what we are doing living so far away from family right now. Our idea is that we want to make the house in Mexico our primary residence while we still have Grandma Conchita and, maybe, while we are there start figuring out how to downsize. We have to figure out where to go before we can do any downsizing, but it is definitely on our mind.
I took my beautiful bride for birthday lunch at an exceptional restaurant in downtown Fort Worth named Istanbul just a block or two away from the building the exploded there a couple of weeks ago. Lorena, our buddy, Ralph, and I stopped in there for a drink over Thanksgiving and we have been wanting to back there for dinner ever since. It was well worth it and cannot wait to take the kids there. Tomorrow is Lorena’s actual birth date and we were planning to wait until then, but the temperature is expected to go from a high 63 today to a high of 22 tomorrow with an even bigger dip on Monday. We made the executive decision that today might be a better time to drive into Fort Worth than today.
It is supposed to be very cold on Sunday and Monday, but we have a full birthday weekend planned. We went to Chick-fil-A for lunch and stopped at McDonald’s for decaf and pie for dessert! Tomorrow is much bigger and will be in Fort Worth, but we plan to buy some ribeye, build a fire and hang out at the house during the cold days.
I have gone through the exercise of making New Year’s resolutions quite a number of times, but if I ever accomplished any of them, it was not by my own volition with the resolutions in mind. This year, though, I am in a little bit of a unique place in that I (we, really–gratefully including all the friends and family that helped me) have finished something big that I have worked on assiduously for many years. With that complete, there is a little bit of an empty feeling.
As usual toward the end of each year, I called some of the buddies with whom I have worked and do not want to lose touch, but do not have regular contact. With one of them, Andrew B., among other things, we talk about what we are working on–usually big picture items like career and education. This phone call was no different and it really got me realizing that I have no big picture thing at which I am aiming (of course, except the spiritual/religious thing that is way at the forefront of everything I do). But more importantly, it reminded me that my life is always profoundly better if I have something on which to work that is longer term, contributes to society, allows me to work with friends, and that is not particularly easy.
I have been able to identify a few things that I think would be good to do that are in a much smaller category, but that do not really rise to the level of a big, hard, good thing. I am not going to be able to identify that, but am writing this post as a marker to start thinking hard about it. In lieu of that, here is a short list of smaller things that I hope will keep me fruitfully occupied until and if God is willing. Some of it is just aspirational, so writing it down might get me off center to do it.
- Go to London (because London) and to Madrid (to look at Velazquez paintings in Del Prado)
- Perform two specific, short-term research projects with my friends at University of Nebraska–Lincoln and publish articles on the research
- Read some serious books–I have already purchased Richard Bauckham’s “Jesus and the Eywitnesses,” N.T. Wright’s “The Resurrection of the Son of God,” and Michael L. Brown’s five volume set titled “Answering Jewish Objections to Jesus”
- Setting Lorena up to better manage her house business with her brother Lynn in Mexico
- Helping Lorena start taking classes she wants to take on pottery, English pronunciation, etc.
I think I have enough to keep me occupied, but want to find something bigger, again, God willing.
Kelly got Lorena a new “Best Mom Ever” mug for Christmas this year. The old one was the only one she ever used. Even if there were plenty of clean and perfectly adequate mugs available in the cupboard, she was never willing to use one of them. She always washed the cherished, “Best Mom Ever” mug and used that. She was horrified when it got chipped in the dishwasher a year or two ago, but it still held liquids without dripping or spilling so she continued to use it. Now, though, she has happily retired the old mug for the new one. It was never really about the mug itself. Rather, it was always about the mug Kelly got for her. I hope this one is as sturdy as the last one. Or maybe Kelly will get her another one sooner so she does not have to wash it twenty times per day when she wants to use it.
We returned home yesterday from all our graduation and holiday travels after getting up at 3 AM to catch a plane from Washington (DCA) to Texas (DFW). We had Christmas dinner at Jack-in-the-Box because that was the only place we could find open on the way home. Then we sat around and did literally nothing–well, not entirely true because Lorena is incapable of leaving stuff unpacked, but for the most part all we did was sit around and recover with some comfort food thrown in (VERY cheesy mac and cheese). While I was writing this blog post, Lorena sent me an image of what we ate for Christmas dinner. It truly was spectacular. Kelly did the bulk of the cooking over Christmas and Lorena did the bulk of the shopping and organizing. It was all just amazing. We had a prime rib, bone-in roast with new potatoes, mushrooms and a superlative, Kelly-invented gravy. This morning, Lorena and I ran the last two diplomas down to Michael’s for framing after an Egg McMuffin breakfast with hash browns and a pie at McDonald’s. Of course not much of the above is on my approved diet plan, but I promised myself I would not wreck everyone else’s time during the holidays due to strict adherence to my diet. Now, I am kind of afraid to get back on the scale and get going again. Lorena bought two “L” steaks (t-bone, I think) at the Mexican grocery store in Godley, so that is my drop-dead last diet deviation with a minor exception for New Year’s Eve.
We spent Christmas day traveling back to Texas from Washington, D.C. and ended up eating tacos and egg rolls for Christmas dinner at Jack-in-the-Box. That was the only place we could find that was open. Actually, we had a fabulous Christmas with Christian and Kelly yesterday. My Crocs and Lorena’s slippers in the picture on the left were gifts from Kelly. We cooked and at a fabulous ribeye roast (bone in) before we opened presents. Honestly, it was the best Christmas we have shared together in years. There are a LOT of confusing things going on in all our lives with church and just life in general, but we read Luke 2 about what Christmas is really all about between dinner and opening presents. It was a reminder that Jesus Christ is still King and Lord and that are hope is only in him and his sacrifice. I am SO grateful for every reminder of that, especially on occasions like Christmas.
We just got news this morning that Lorena’s Tia Mina and Grandma Conchita’s sister passed away in Monterrey after a short illness. She is the second of twelve children (Conchita was the first) with whom Conchita, who was just a year older than Mina, was very, very close to her for their entire lives. Lorena’s father, Grandpa Lauro, was a first cousin to Mina’s husband, Tio Wilo. Lauro actually introduced Wilo to Mina. Mina died two days short of exactly 30 years after Wilo. Mina is the first of her nine siblings to pass. Everyone, of course, is saddened, but she led a good life dedicated to God for which we are all grateful.
One of the best things we did as a family in Nebraska for the graduation and in Washington, D.C. for Christmas was just do a thing or two on a whim. This picture is from when we went to the Holy Family Shrine off I-80 between Lincoln and Omaha. The trip to the Hirshorn museum, the Berry Rye foo-foo drink bar, and several other side trips were a joy. I hope we can do the same again sometime soon, before next Christmas at least, in Forth Worth or the house in San Pedro.
Lorena, Kelly, Christian, and I took Uber over to Ted’s Bulletin Restaurant for a late breakfast, then walked to the Capitol Mall to see the Capitol Christmas tree and to visit the Hirshorn Museum and Sculpture Garden. We ate to much, but also got in a lot of steps in the rather brisk weather. I have to admit that I prefer the more traditional art museums over modern art museums like the Hirshorn.