Essential Allergies

While we were down in Portland, my allergies returned full-force, and I was somewhat miserable. It is hard to laugh as much as I like to laugh at (or in some cases, with) my brother when my sinuses are so congested.

Three little vials of essential oils.

Three little vials of essential oils.

Back at the tail-end of the last decade I became desperate, as my allergies had seemed to worsen by about 10% each year. So (after much ‘encouragement’ from my lovely wife) I went to an allergist and started allergy shots. After a year or so, the shots were pretty effective, so I kept up the treatment regimen for nearly three years.

I probably should have continued. Only a few years later, I am back where I started.

So Kathy turned to the interweb. As it turns out, many people get relief from a wide range of ailments by inhaling the aroma of various essential oils. No, I’m not making this up. There is a whole industry offering these oils which can be topically applied, inhaled, and in some cases, ingested.

Kathy and Sarah are either praying or snorting essential oils.  You decide which.

Kathy and Sarah are either praying or snorting essential oils. You decide which.

My wife picked up a few samples from a friend, and we’ve been trying a blend of lavender, peppermint and lemon oils, several times a day. I have to admit, they do temporarily clear out the sinuses, and there seems some mild relief from the worst of my allergy symptoms. Kathy likes the smell of the oils, and the ritual of pouring out the drops, rubbing our hands together, inhaling the scent, and ultimately rubbing the residue on our necks and upper chest is very entertaining.

I’m a skeptic about these things, but I must admit that desperation makes me very tractable. Further bulletins as events warrant.

Project 365, Day 70
Tim

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Theater Time

After our whirlwind time in Oregon with Tim’s multi-talented brother and lovely wife, it’s good to be home again. Tim and Daniel had a full day of work and school. Meanwhile, David, Sarah and I focused on classes and getting caught up on homework.

Late this afternoon David and Sarah had a chance to go to the local playhouse and watch some friends perform in a homeschool production of Peter Pan.

Peter Pan Fans

Peter Pan Fans

Sarah and David are quite the theater buffs these days. They went with Tim’s parents to see the Miracle Worker last weekend. And they are both involved in the drama productions at our homeschool co-op. Sarah has two small parts in Alice in Wonderland. David is playing Lysander in Midsummer Night’s Dream. I love the opportunity the kids have to enjoy theater (both as performers and spectators).

After the play!

After the play!

I didn’t have my big camera with me and my phone was nearly out of power, so this picture doesn’t do justice to the beautiful actors and their siblings and friends. Still, glad to be able to capture the moment!

Break a leg!

Project 365 – Day 69
Kathy

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Transparency in Blogging

OK, I admit it.

Much of the text of the last two days of my blog posts have been a tissue of lies.

The Devil's Punch Bowl, on the Oregon Coast.

The Devil’s Punch Bowl, on the Oregon Coast.

I realized I had crossed the line, when I got home.

“Uncle Mark is going to become an Interior Decorator?” Sarah was incredulous.

Three of my favorites.

Three of my favorites.

Maybe the lesson I should take away from this is that I need to make my tall tales even more outlandish? Or maybe my brother is such a Renaissance Man, that nothing is outside his reach?

So here’s the truth.

Pastor Dee Duke would want me to tell the truth, I think.

Pastor Dee Duke would want me to tell the truth, I think.

My brother really was in the Army for almost 30 years. He retired as a full Colonel, and really did go back to school, first receiving an Executive MBA, and now he is finishing his MAcc (Masters in Accounting). As far as I know, he really plans to go to work for one of the big four consulting firms when he finishes his Accounting degree. Reports of other career choices, including Interior Decorating and Short Order Chef-hood, were grossly exaggerated or (in most cases) entirely fabricated.

Mark and Liz and Kathy, enjoying Agate Beach and an unseasonably-warm March day.

Mark and Liz and Kathy, enjoying Agate Beach and an unseasonably-warm March day.

He and my sister-in-law were celebrating their 30th anniversary (a few weeks early) and they graciously invited Kathy and me to join them for a few days near Portland. We went to Powell’s Book Store, explored Pioneer Square, went to church at Dee Duke’s church, spent most of a day exploring the Oregon coast, shopped, and generally had a lovely time watching movies and playing games.

Hard to believe these two have been married almost 30 years!

Hard to believe these two have been married almost 30 years!

It was a delightful visit, and so I naturally repaid their generosity by poking fun at my brother.

You have to admit, he makes it very easy for me to make fun of him.

You have to admit, he makes it very easy for me to make fun of him.

Phew. I’m glad to have that off my chest. I hope this clears things up, Sarah.

Project 365, Day 68
Tim (yet again)

P.S. Mark — and here you thought that I wouldn’t write about you again.

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Important News Bulletin

This just in. My brother has abandoned his career as an Interior Decorator.

“The pressure was just too intense,” he moaned. “I’m just too sensitive for this racket.”

Thrust into international limelight by my blogging indiscretion, Mark began to feel that his work as an interior decorator was being judged by too many, too fast. The scrutiny and armchair quarterbacking by the masses was more than a sensitive artist like Mark could bear.

So he’s set his face like oatmeal against the world of abstract art. Now he’s a short order cook, or possibly, a chef (If we can get him a big fancy hat).

Fortunately, Liz was there to help the career transition.

Fortunately, Liz was there to help the career transition.

You heard it first here. Further bulletins as events warrant.

Project 365, Day 67
Tim (again)

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My Brother’s New Career

A while back I had the opportunity to attend my brother’s retirement party as he finished his Army career — full-circle from where it started, in Williamsburg, Virginia. I was so proud of him that he had served his country for so many years, having earned the rank of full Colonel.

But what does a man do, when he finishes one career, but is still young and healthy and full of drive and purpose? He starts another career, that’s what he does. So my brother went back to school.

My brother and his beloved bride, at Pioneer Square, in Portland.

My brother and his beloved bride, at Pioneer Square, in Portland. Mark’s forward momentum got the better of him, in this photo.

First, he completed an Executive MBA program, and then he jumped into a Masters in Accounting. Few of us suspected, however, that this was all a clever blind. Unbeknownst to us all, he has craftily embarked on a new career as an interior decorator.

I got a strange call from my brother a few weeks back.

We think this was one of Gandalf's early attempts at an out-of-scale wizard's staff.

Mind you, the call wasn’t as strange as this strange piece of kitchen decor. We think this was one of Gandalf’s early attempts at an out-of-scale wizard’s staff.

“Hey, Tim, Liz and I are coming out to the West Coast for our 30th Anniversary trip — we’re thinking of renting a house in the Portland area. Would you like to come down and spend a weekend with us?”

Naturally, I jumped at the chance, but I was a bit suspicious. Why would my brother want me and Kathy around for his 30th anniversary? Surely he and Liz would rather spend time with each other? I sensed an ulterior motive; warning bells rang.

Kathy and I managed a visit to Powell's Book store, so the weekend was at least partially redeemed, whatever surprises my brother has for us.

Kathy and I managed a visit to Powell’s Book store, so the weekend was at least partially redeemed, whatever surprises my brother had for us.

We drove down to Portland and found the house, and I immediately realized why we had been so ‘casually’ invited. My brother has obviously been moonlighting as an Interior Decorator, and he wanted to showcase his latest client’s home.

Apparently Mark likes crude woodcarving 'art' -- I'm thinking he maybe carved this piece himself.

Apparently Mark likes crude woodcarving ‘art’ — I’m thinking he maybe carved this piece himself.

He blathered on about Accounting for an hour or so to put us off the scent, but I saw right through his clumsy attempts to conceal his real purpose.

“So, you see, when you subtract liabilities from assets, whatever is left over is the value of the company,” Mark droned. “Say, speaking of value, what do you think of that cool wall hanging over there?”

I was afraid to look inside this weird lacquered hanging box, but I half expected to see my brother's initials carved in a corner, somewhere.

I was afraid to look inside this weird lacquered hanging box, but I half expected to see my brother’s initials carved in a corner, somewhere.

I don’t know how to tell him this — but I think he should have stuck with his ‘cover’. After all, a Masters in Accounting program is a perfectly good start to a legitimate career, even if it isn’t as glamorous as being a computer programmer. Maybe he could grow a beard, or something.

This one looks like someone randomly threw spaghetti, paint and plaster onto a canvas.  Maybe Mark felt like having some pasta, that day?

This one looks like someone randomly threw spaghetti, paint and plaster onto a canvas. Maybe Mark felt like having some pasta, that day?

I hate to be the one to hurt Mark’s feelings — he is very sensitive, as ‘artistic’ people often are. Of course, I know that he deeply respects my credentials as an art critic, so I need to be careful not to crush his dream. Maybe he’ll read this blog post and get a hint … but I’m not very hopeful. Subtlety has never been our family watchword.

Project 365, Day 66
Tim

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