Umlauf Sculpture Garden
April 29, 2005
io sat in my lap and we clapped and oohed and aahed…Just fantastic work.
David and I worked so hard on music this week. Yesterday, we wrote out the music for the first section of a three part symphonic piece we are creating for the Austin Symphony (sorry if I get redundant…I don’t read old blog entries) for their 4th of July concert. I am seeing now that this will have to be for 2006 because of the length and dedication of the project. It has become a “living” piece in that it can have internal pieces that shift and move…at least, for the moment that is what is happening.
We have been studying Thomas Paine and the Declaration of Independence, talking about the history of Free Masons and Catholicism. My great-great-great-great-great grandfather was John Quincy Adams, at least that is what has been passed on to me as legacy, so David wanted to go online and pull up info on both John Quincy and his father, John Adams.
After reading and reading and talking and talking, I got ancy and started writing and writing. I wrote out the lyrics for “Declaration/Independence”, which I see as a triangular piece, sort of the preamble, if you will, followed by “Seperation/War” and ending with a pastoral “Rejuvenation/Peace”. So, David and I sketched out the music for “Declaration” yesterday, and we are popping over to Joe McDermott’s studio today to throw it down, add quick represenative harmonies and guitar work.
We also wrote a love song, originating from the fact that John Adams was the first president to reside in the White House (albeit an unfinished one, but he still moved in). Back then, people used to write long letters to their spouses, and so David and I wrote from the kernel of John writing to his wife about living in this unfinished house…oh, the song is just gorgeous. We already walk around absentmindedly humming the melody.
I presented some seperate ideas for “The Face of God” and “The Woman at the Well”…lyrics I had scribbled down and never followed through with, so David sequestered himself to his room last night while I spent a little time with Lance.
It’s great working with David because we are the rabbit and the tortoise, yet we fit together, creatively, so well. He is a brother. I love spending time with him. He’s gentle and funny and so learned! He has a vast knowledge of all kinds of subjects, and it has been a true delight introducing him to everyone all week.
He’s a good egg!
So, last night, iolana, Lily, David and I went to the Umlauf Sculpture Garden Party. (Lance had his last yoga class…I think he is really enjoying it!) The girls and I LOVE this party…I think it is the best of the year.
The Nash Hernandez Orchestra always plays, complete with a dance floor… and what could be better than growing up dancing with your family to a sixteen piece swing orchestra, live, out under a gorgeous, Texas sky with good food, beautiful gardens and art all around? Not to mention the array of hand decorated clay pots up for auction, and all the festive clothes that people wear. We got to chat with people from church, people from school and gymnastics and politics and the art world and even saw Stephen Moser on the way out (he writes the fashion column for the Austin Chronicle…and he is the true essence of delightful!)
This year, we hit the dance floor right out of the gate. It is a tradition that the three girls from the Hickman-Schriner-Waldon household dance and dance because NO ONE ELSE DOES!!! So, it is like having our own personal orchestra, really! The Umlauf staff gets a big kick out of it, I think…they know when they see us coming to have cold water ready.
Now that Lily and io are almost five and nine, they really get at it on the floor. They are so expressive! Strutting, cartwheels, hands high in the sky, even laying down on the floor and making snow angels….And, of course, I’ve taught them the tango and we wheel around together; I can still just lift them both, one at a time, to give them airplane rides. It is a happy, happy experience. We sweat and look a fright. The newspaper cats always come and take pix, and then Lily will say, “I’m gonna be in the paper again…”, almost to the point that it has become passe for her. Gosh!
The food this year was extra incredible. It was io’s first year to actually eat some…and she enjoyed it tremedously. After she danced with a bronze of a woman in the woods….io was all in lime green last night, with little daisie sandals, so she looked like a wood sprite, gaily flitting about, huge smile on her little face.
The girls are the only children that come each year, and I find a lot of pride in having them there. They are respectful and courteous…of course, I’ve never thought to ask if children are allowed, they have always just
been allowed to attend ….they are such a joy to be with…
I’m starting rehearsals for the new album…I have already gone in the studio and done some 2” transfers into pro-tools, and laid down some basic guitar tracks for two songs. I look forward to getting together with the men folk and hashing out the ideas in my head…man, my head gets so full of ideas I feel like I”m swimming inside myself if I don’t get them out. All these little pieces of paper with random ideas, I keep collecting them together, or try to transfer them to a single notebook, but it is nearly impossible…I just have piles of ideas. At least having the office at home, now I have the piles near me instead of six blocks away.
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Dinner Symphony
April 27, 2005
Dinner is my favorite time of day. I love to cook for my family. Monday night we had roasted chicken with rice, steamed squash and brocolli and homemade cherry cobbler for dessert!
Last night, we had baked salmon a la orange (i use orange juice!), corn pancakes, young green peas and fresh pears with sliced strawberries. No dessert, but later we had chocolate pop tarts.
As a family, we help set the table, and we load the dishwasher. We say a prayer as we hold hands. We always include our cousin, Milo, at the end of the prayer. We talk about our day. We talk about manners. We talk about friends and family and how they are doing. We talk about school. We talk about politics. We talk about what ever is on our mind! It is funny and insightful and so full of love. I wouldn’t trade this life for anything…it is right where I want to be.
I can see the faces of my grandparents, my cousins, my memories, my history through the expressions of my children. Sometimes one of them will move their head just so, and for a flash, I see the arch of my grandfather’s eyebrow as he says grace at a Thanksgiving gathering; I see the concern of compassion when one of my girls brings an injured bird, and I am swept back to a time when I was eight and took a shoebox to school…inside was a sparrow with an injured wing…and it died during the pledge of allegiance, now that I think about it….
Ok, I was going to write fast…got to stay on subject!
My friend and co-writer, David Batteau (“Oh, Daddy”, “Birdhouse”, “There is no name for Love”…) has come to stay for a week. We are on a mission to create a piece for the Austin Symphony for the 4th of July in Zilker Park. We started by poring over the Declaration of Independence…which was completely inspiring.
Then we talked about the fact that my great-great-great and beyond grandfather was John Quincy Adams, so, of course, we went online and downloaded everything we could about both he and his father, John Adams. David is a researcher/historian type songwriter, so we drifted off into a conversation about Free Masons and Catholics, languages and symbols. Finally, I just started writing notes and I realized that I wanted to write a triangular piece…ie, first segment, “Declaration/Independence”, second segment, “Seperation/War”, and the last segment, which I hope to be pastoral, entitled “Restoration/Peace.” Mind you, these are working titles…
So, David was absorbing himself in reading about history, and I was off and running. I finished the first segment, which stands to be about 8 minutes long…one part within the segment will contain Spanish and Korean…so, I contacted my dear friend , Hector, online, and within minutes I had my Spanish translation!
I have even written a singing part for a small girl, and I asked Lily if she would like to sing it, and she said, “Yes!” I was getting so emotional while I was writing it all out, it was just blasting out of me, and I could see the symphony, I could hear the violins raising the sky, and I could hear these voices singing out about liberty, justice and the pursuit of happiness.
Gosh, I am so excited to be creating!
I ‘d like to thank my friends who are all helping out with the girls this week…The opportunity to sit and create uninterrupted has been a rich blessing. Thank you for giving my girls a safe and happy environment to play in while I try to capture the muse.
Oh, also…Lance and I have gotten a DVD from Todd of “Curb Your Enthusiasm”….I am IN LOVE with this show. It has been inspiring to watch an episode each night before going to bed. What a rich imagination and he is a superb actor, as well.
The other night, after David arrived from L.A. and we had all shared dinner together, David and I went to the Driskill to meet with the committee from the International Consulate Ball (I’m emceeing it this Saturday night with Hector.) What a blast! Sitting with a group of uber intelligent and witty men, laughing about all sorts of things…when up walked Steve Brooks with his guitar, and so, before you knew it, we were passing the songs around the table…nights round the table! Ha ha. It ended up we all headed over to the piano player and I sang “Evergreen”…which I love love love…and Steve sang more of his beautiful originals and David shared his music and amazing voice and Stephen Maynard sang and I ended up laying across the glass top of the piano singing “The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face” and touching the piano player, Kirk, lightly on the nose with my fingertip.
A remarkable way to start a week of writing.
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An update
April 26, 2005
thank you for your prayers. here are updates on all the situations within my family…pls bear with me if i repeat myself. i know you understand….some of this is graphic, so i will understand if you want to not read about my father-in-law. however, i have never known anyone to suffer, physically, as much as this man. the amount of operations and visits to emergency rooms and mysterious skin conditions and differing opinions of doctors has caused grief like i have never witnessed. what you are reading is but a microcosm of one person’s five year journey.
my father-in-law, ron, is in massive pain. this has been a harrowing experience for him (and my mother-in-law, who is exhausted). they removed ron’s left leg from below the knee two fridays back, and then he was rushed to the emergency room two nights later with a 106 temperature. they packed his body in ice, to add misery upon further misery.
then, last monday, they decided to go back in and take a little bit more of his leg…because of infection. we asked why they didn’t just take the leg up to the top of the thigh the first time, where the leg is still healthy. they had tried to keep as much of the leg as they could because ron still had hopes of keeping some of one of his legs….
well, they were about to release ron to rehab, when they came in this weekend and told gert they have decided they will take all of the leg. they were going to do it ASAP, they said, but here it is, tuesday morning, and nothing. no surgery, no decisions. we are all on the edge of a major freak out, to say the least.
so, for those of you who are praying, i beg you to focus your prayers upon these simple requests:
for ron’s doctors to be forthright, steadfast and attentive with quick follow through in their decisions.
for ron…strength through his pain, a ray of hope, and God’s intercendence through personal faith by moving ron’s heart away from depression…for God to send a nurse or hospital staff member to become close to ron and help be his spiritual sister/brother through this nightmare.
for gert….strength through fatigue and frustration, for God’s intercedence through friends and family support.
thank you. sometime i will tell you more about the power of prayer that i have witnessed over all my years….i know, without a doubt, that prayer has helped ron and gert through all of these episodes…
the good news is that my grandmother, meema (mamie) is smiling away. after deciding not to insert a feeding tube, and pureeing her food, she has continued to amaze us all. she is still aspirating (when she lays down my mom says you can hear her wheezing), but she is sitting up in her wheelchair, happy to be on this planet, smiling, smiling, smiling. my mom says she seems to be shining with happiness, and all the folks in the care center really love her. they are loving her to 100, and my grandma has many friends at the center, too. her exit from this life is full of adoration and we are grateful that she is in such a state of peaceful bliss!
SO….
thank you for praying for my family. the comfort you bring can not be described. i can literally feel your love…thank you.
…and…thank you, all, everyone of you, for helping the arnolds! especially big thanks to mike mcgee, who has gone beyond the call of duty and is trying to help the arnolds find a less expensive way to get their driveway/gate completed.
- one tired sara
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Two Days Today
April 17, 2005
This last three weeks has been a complete whirlwind.
Saturday, I drove to Ft. Worth and sang a children’s show at 4, which was completely fun and adorable, and then did a quick photo shoot and then grabbed some pizza and then played another show, for big people, at 8. I played until 10:30…what a loving audience. (Thank you, Russell, for being my one armed sidekick and for having such an excellent sense of humor and timing. Thank you, Craig and Karen, for giving me a place to rest my weary head. Thank you, Mark, for running sound. Thank you, Robert, for letting me use you as my foil from the stage. Thank you to the women who ran the merch tables for me and Abi. Thanks to Abi for sounding so great and singing such heart felt songs!)
I think we raised about $3000 for the Arnold family, who came out with two of their sweet children in tow.
(I found out yesterday they need $9000 to make the driveway/gate that they are putting in, so they are 1/3 of the way there!)
To everyone who responded, your generousity and committment to making a difference never cease to amaze me.
Once again, my passion/enthusiasm led me over the top and I uttered words I NEVER use, but I immediately apologized, especially to any Baptists in the audience. I am so grateful that everyone was so forgiving and understanding. You know, I am just a big risktaker who has a very fast paced brain, and sometimes it gets ahead of me. I am constantly editing and trying to plan ahead to set up funny (or moving) moments on stage, and sometimes I just slip up. It is part of the art of being live on stage.
I suppose if I just sang songs and didn’t talk at all, things would flow more smoothly, or consistent. But I have always believed that being on stage means being vulnerable, and sharing myself, faults and all.
So, Sunday morning I got up and drove back to Austin around 9 a.m, got home around 1 and showered/changed to go sing the National Anthem at a Wranglers Arena football game. That was a blast!
This is the second time I have sung the anthem in the Erwin Center…last fall I sang as Asia the elephant walked around the rings of the Barnum and Bailey Circus with the flag plastered on her back. That was a glittery, colorful show…yesterday was smoke machines, football players in dark blue and cheerleaders in fire engine red, with the color guard holding the flag at half mast (one of the players died last weekend.)
I love singing the anthem. It dips and rides like a vocal rollercoaster….I always get a sense of huge
pride as I sing it. But it is old pride, pride that the whole world can be one, that as human beings, we should all be connected in peace. The words are about war, but the melody, the sentiment and the strength of the song remind me of being in elementary school, placing my hand over my heart and feeling that America was a country of liberty and justice for all. That is what I feel when I sing that song.
Lance and iolana got to come with me (Lily was at her dad’s.) We ate popcorn, cheered and explained to iolana about the scoreboard, the place kicker, the goal posts (which are teeny-tiny in arena football), the giant bottle of Rudy’s BBQ sauce that floats around (an indoor blimp). It was fun, and I told Lance that
we are so blessed to get to do so many odd and interesting things because of my voice.
Last Wednesday, I emceed the CASA event. CASA in an astounding organization that helps abused and neglected children find a voice, through volunteers, in the court system. The event was just so loving.
I have done a zillion of these benefit dinners, and this one had everything you could hope for…emotion, comedy, children, politicians, good food (really!), flowers, people with money who want to share their money with a group that will take that money and use it for the greater good….and lots of laughter and caring.
I had had this idea, and CASA went with it…I wanted to make produce a video of the award recepient, Colleen Barrett (president of Southwest Airlines), showing pix throughout her life. Tracie Martin, from Southwest, suggested “Strong Woman”, so I used that song as the bed. I had such a great time going in an edit suite and putting the piece together. And it looked beautiful on the big screen, music blasting!
Thank you, CASA! Thank you, Tracie, for getting the pix together!
And then, during the night, I got Herb Kelleher, founder of Southwest Airlines and comedian at large, to come up on the stage and do a duet with me. Oh, man, he has the best comic timing! We had so much fun. At one point, I said, “I have this urge to kiss your nose…” and he responded in his deep, billowy voice, “That’s funny…I have an urge to kiss your lips!” So he did, and we all had a roaring laugh out of that one. I then said, “Gosh…your lips are so SOFT!” So I had to kiss him again, of course!
And…beyond all the silliness, a young woman who had been through CASA got up to speak, and it was heartbreaking…her story of abuse and feeling lost in this world was incredibly moving. She was the center of the evening’s love and radiated out to everyone why this organization is so important. Her CASA volunteer was in the audience, and stood, when asked, and we applauded both of these courageous women.
I have been at the Paramount, where I got to sit in with Lyle Lovett, Patti Griffin and Ray Benson…we sang “That’s Right…You’re not From Texas” and there was a moment when I was standing next to Lyle and we locked eyes and I thought, “Man!” That’s about all I can say about that. Wow. Really.
And I played with my super band at the Texas Medal in the Arts Ball…and I played for the Texas Library Association (sang one morning, the next morning I came back and did an hour’s speaking engagement on “Where Our Words Take Us.”)
And….I played with Lily and iolana….we swang in the swings and we made cards for our grandpa and we watched “Rabbit Proof Fence” as a family…..and we went to the Austin Children’s Museum to see the Robot Dinosaur exhibit…and we washed the car in the cheery Austin sunshine…
And now I am about to wake iolana up to get her ready for school….Lily and Lance and I just finished breakfast, and they are off, about in their day…and the house has that momentary stillness, where the sun is starting to peek over my neighbor’s roof….and the day will begin….
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Staying in the Light
April 16, 2005
Last week, Lance’s father had his remaining leg removed. This was quite a blow to our dad’s moral.
He had just started trying to use a prosthetic on his right leg, and it was a huge accomplishment for him to be getting up out of bed or a chair. It was slow going, and very exhausting, but Ron had something to set his sights on after being depressed and incompacitated for the last four years. The journey out of pain seemed to be leading to hope.
But then came the news they would have to take this leg, too.
So, last Thursday, they took the other leg.
We got a phone call last night in the middle of the night for Lance to come to Georgetown. His father had a 106 degree fever and was being transferred from the rehab center to the emergency room. They have brought his fever down by packing his body in ice. It has stabilized at 100 degrees, but, as you can guess, he is completely miserable. Please pray for Ron to find relief. Please. This man has been enduring pain and trauma for almost the entire length of my marriage to Lance (six years). There never seems to be any rhyme or reason to any of it. It just seems to be a long, drawn out process of suffering.
The times we have asked for prayer, miracles happen, and Ron receives comfort, or a good word about his health, or he can accomplish what looks like small tasks, but they are tasks that bring him hope.
Please also pray for Lance’s mother, Gert, who has been by Ron’s side this entire time, and has risen above exhaustion, confusion, and the myriad of feelings that surface while being a caretaker/wife.
Not to sound overwhelmed, but my grandmother, Meema, will be leaving, gracefully. Last week, she fell and broke her hip, and they decided that even though she will be 100 in June, they would put pins in her hip. The surgery was scary enough…they weren’t sure she would make it through that, but she was wheeled out, afterwards, with a smile on her face. During this week, they discovered she couldn’t pass her swallow test, and is aspirating her food. My mother was forced with the decision of whether to insert a feeding tube, and after prayer and discussions with my sister and me, we came to the conclusion that
it is time for her to be able to go. This wasn’t an easy decision, although my sister and I both felt a tube was invasive. My mom got mixed info from doctors and other folks, so it was harder for her. Plus, this is her mommy. Please…say a prayer of thanksgiving for my Meema. She has had a long, bountiful life.
And a prayer of gratitude for my mother, who has been complete unselfish, loving and devoted to caring for my grandma for the last ten years. I hope I can be the daughter to my mom like she has been for hers.
I’ve had many exciting things happening within my career, but it all takes a back seat to our family right now. I’ll try to catch up about all those things later on….
I would like to mention that I think the Arnolds will have a beautiful driveway starting next week because of all the kind souls who have responded to their plea…thank you for the checks and cards and well wishes you have sent to me on their behalf. I will be honored to hand them all of it later tonight. I do believe they can break ground on Monday. Your efforts have, once again, changed lives. Simply by coming together and being a group of caring people. That is a blessing beyond words. I humbly offer up my most heartfelt gratitude.
Love,
Sara
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Our Crazy World
April 10, 2005
We have been having problems with vandalism on our street and are trying to raise funds to put in a driveway. Unfortunately the lovely people who are breaking into the cars have hit more than one of our nurses and it is beginning to stop nurses from staying after dark and has even driven one nurse away.
The driveway will allow us and more importantly the nurses to park off the street, out of reach of the vandals. Hopefully they(the nurses) will be encouraged to stay because we need them, and Nate’s life depends on them.
I have copied a link to a story in the Dallas Morning News. It has great video of the boys with it.
With baby on life support, Oak Cliff residents plead with vandals to leave them alone
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More About Hillary
April 09, 2005
Let me try to finish up the BIG NIGHT WITH MRS. CLINTON before I move on to assundry other bits and pieces on life.
So, where were we? Ah, yes, yes. We were at Mr. & Mrs. Roy Spence’s house, hanging with Hillary! After she came into the backyard and we had our brief introduction, everyone’s conversation seemed more animated around me. The life of the party had arrived, and people were asking one another, “What do you want to ask her? Have you met her before?” or sharing stories about Bill or other parties they had attended. Some of us were talking about the war, Republicans, sex…how if the Republicans had more sex maybe there would be less war. My circle was extremely animated, as you can guess.Anyhoo. Soon, after we had eaten some yummy nibbles and had a few sips of wine, we started gathering around a mic stand, under the star filled sky. The only thing that was really annoying me was these search lights that beam down on all of us, as if we are already under some facist regime (wait a minute…?!) and we have to be watched or we’ll do something naughty. Those lights have got to go. They have no pizazz. They ruined the atmosphere. Roy, if you are reading this, please reconsider the lights in your back yard. I suggest tikki torches and miners hats.
I was seated on the ground, the only one, like some big kid waiting for balloons and fireworks. I always end up feeling like the youngest person at these parties. I think cause I wear jeans and sit on the floor.
Or maybe cuz I can’t drink like other adults. I don’t know, but there I was, looking at knees all around me, waiting for something big to happen.
So, Roy gets on the mic, says some funny stuff, and introduces the next president of the United States (!!!!!!!!!!) Well, I felt important, like I’d just witnessed a coming out that was pretty rare…until Hillary took the mic and told us all that Roy means nothing of the kind, that we are only gathered to raise money for her Senate campaign, and for all the Republican press hiding in the bushes, you can erase that on your tape recorders, she hollers. We all laugh. (The funny thing about her statement, though, is that I had no doubt there were Republicans lurking in the bushes. There weren’t any, but it just seemed like it could happen. And the reason I knew there weren’t any because the Secret Service didn’t blink an eye. They didn’t inspect the rhodendron. They didn’t throw ice cubes to see if anyone would say, “OW!” This is why I could never be in the Secret Service.)
As I’m sitting there watching Hillary answer questions from the crowd, I hear a voice that I love. It is Lance. My knight. Standing about four sets of knees back from me. He is clear and calm (see, he could be in the Secret Service. He’d look good in those black shoes, too) and telling Hillary our Sunday School class has been wondering if the Democratic party is going to need to start introducing more of God and religion into their conversations because of the way in which the other party is raising, and using, this issue?
Well, Hillary took her time and gave a lengthy response. Because of the amount of time that has passed since I started writing about the evening, I can not even begin to quote her directly. However, she said she had no problem talking about God, and that God was important in her life, and that, most certainly, she felt that her party should be able to talk about God, but that our country was formed on the principal of seperation of church and state, and that we should respect those founding principals. (Or something close to this.) As she was speaking, she became more and more impassioned, until she was like Florence Henderson on fire (they kind of look alike to me, have you ever noticed that? Except that Hillary has a lower speaking voice and works with politicians.) Seriously, it was a resounding answer and everyone applauded.
I didn’t feel called to ask her a question at that time. I knew I would know when to ask her. And I was right to wait because, afterwards, I chatted with her in person.
And this is what we said:
Hillary: Oh, hello, again!
Me: Hello!
Hillary: (Insert Big Smile here)
Me: Mrs. Clinton, as you are a mom, and I am a mom, I wanted to ask you…how to I continue to make a difference in my daughters’ lives, and their future, when it seems so bleak?
Hillary: Well, now….you just keep doing what you are doing. You don’t give up. You stay strong, and show them how to stay strong. You do the best you can do.
Me: Ok. Alright.
Hillary: That’s really all any of us can do.
Me: Yes. Yes, of course…(Here is where I throw my arms around her, mother to mother, and give her a big hug. There is more I want to say, but in all reality, I just let go of all the words in my head and decided to just hug the lady. I think I am turning into Leo Buscaglia….)
Flash of photos, turn and smile to the camera, and she is talking to the next person (who, I believe was Lance!)
There you have it. It wasn’t a big question. It wasn’t a funny question. It wasn’t even a philosophical question. It just was what it was. (I get so nervous when I have to talk with famous people.)
More later…I’m making homemade lasagna, and the kids just came back from rounding up canned goods in the neighborhood for Caritas, so gotta go finish dinner.
Ciao, amigos!
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