Easter and tragedy

There was a suicide on our block on Easter.

Under any circumstances a suicide is a tragedy. All the more so on Easter. What further amplified that for me was that Fr. Phil in his Easter sermon, before getting back to the  resurrection of Jesus, told us “Death is not a rare event in this world.” I wasn’t expecting immediate confirmation of that.

After church I spent a couple of hours in the front yard pruning roses and generally cleaning up the yard. I took a shower and got cleaned up and Terry picked up lunch. I then pulled out my laptop to make some additions to my recipe database. I heard sirens, and thought it was sad that there would be sirens on Easter. I didn’t realize that the vehicles running those sirens were headed for our street.

A while later Terry told me that there was a suicide at the house two doors down. I have written about that house before. The husband has long had a serious alcohol abuse problems to the point where he cannot work I have not seen him in ages. His wife, in order to make ends meet, takes in boarders. Those boarders, I have long observed in my biased and not terribly charitable perspective, tend towards the unsavory type and seem to mostly be part of the recovery community.

It seems that there was a husband and wife couple living there whose responsibilities included taking care of the back yard. As Terry heard it, the husband was away overnight, hadn’t done his yard work, the owner of the home got mad, and the wife took an overdose. Certainly overdosing on account of yard work not done points to far deeper and more serious problems, for which this was perhaps merely the tipping point. In fact there is no way to prove cause and effect. Maybe the angry reaction and the overdose were two sequential but unrelated events.

The actual reason for the overdose doesn’t matter. There was a suicide on our block on Easter.

However you look at it, that is a tragedy.

Happy Easter!

“Christ the Lord Is Risen Today,” Easter 1995, Mount Olivet United Methodist Church

Good Friday

No Sacred Music Friday this week in observance of Good Friday.

Have a joyous Easter!

container gardening

Terry got an early start on our container garden this year. She bought tomatoes and peppers several weeks ago, and we got some squash seedlings and Swiss chard the Saturday before last at the annual Gilroy Demonstration garden plant sale.

So now Terry is working on:

  • celebrity and big beef tomatoes
  • relleno, Anaheim, and bell peppers
  • zucchini and crookneck squash
  • pole beans
  • blueberries
  • Swiss chard

and our perennial green onions.

Since it’s all in containers we should be able to maintain our crops while still reducing our water usage in the midst of the drought.

We’re looking forward to lots of home-grown veggies this summer.



For those of you who always thought that “Footsteps in the Sand” was too mawkish and syrupy, and for those of you who are aggravated by the evangelicals who believe that the earth is only six thousand years old and that humans and dinosaurs coexisted, Enjoy!


how things evolve

For a long time I had a regular commute into Silicon Valley. I was normally in the office four or five days a week. A few years after we moved here to Gilroy Terry got a job that allowed her to work from home when she wasn’t on the road. That meant that she generally took care of dinner when I came trudging in after a long day, even though my commute was generally on the train rather than on the freeway.

As my work situation evolved, I was working more and more with people in other locations rather than in my local office, and I was in the office once a week, and then once a month. When my campus closed I became a full-time remote worker.

What also evolved is that I became responsible for dinner. It just happened. These days I generally cook dinner, though I may once in a while ask Terry to fix something. At times she may volunteer a specific dish. But mostly I take care of dinner during the week.

I’m not complaining. I rather enjoy it. It’s just interesting sometimes how things evolve.

recognizing the obvious

I’m off to Houston through Wednesday for work-related meetings. My blog will continue on its regular schedule, however.

Sometimes it takes me a while to recognize the obvious. I guess I’m like most people that way.

When the microwave beeps and I’m not ready to take the food out I’ve long opened and closed the door so it doesn’t keep beeping at me. I realized recently that all I have to do is to press the Stop | Clear button. Duh.

When I’m packing up food in my FoodSaver, it will create the vacuum and then seal the bag automatically. But if there’s not enough empty plastic above the level of the food, sometimes it will create the vacuum but not seal the bag. I just recently realized that when that happens I can press the Seal button and do a manual seal.

We replaced the sliding glass door in the back with a French door many years ago. To lock it you need to turn up the handle and flip the latch. For the longest time I thought you had to do the two simultaneously. It was only recently I realized that you can turn up the handle and then turn the latch. Very convenient if you have something in your hands.