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Melvin Robert Madel

Melvin Robert Madel, Trevor’s maternal grandfather, passed away two months ago, on Sunday, January 25, 2015.

Courtesy of Madel Family Photo Album

Courtesy of Madel Family Photo Album

I’m writing about Grandpa only now because this weekend we’re going up to Door County, where Grandma and Grandpa have lived for the past few decades, for his memorial service. And it’s taken me two months to write about Grandpa because, honestly, I’ve been avoiding it.

Losing someone is never easy, but losing Grandpa is…here it is: losing Grandpa sucks.

That’s not a pretty thing to say, but it is not a pretty feeling to lose Grandpa. It is an ugly, messy, tight-stomach kind of feeling. It’s not a pretty feeling, so I’m not giving it any poetry.

Grandpa, on the other hand, does inspire poetry, because he was a good man. He was a smart, funny, well-read, curious man. He liked to eat and drink, read, write, watch movies and television; he liked to chat with his children, his grand-children, and his great-grand-children.

Courtesy of Madel Family Photo Album

That’s a very young Neill (left) and Sean (right), Courtesy of Madel Family Photo Album

Grandpa taught Trevor the right way to make a martini. The night Trevor proposed to me, New Years Eve, 2006, we were sitting in Grandma and Grandpa’s driveway; they were the first people we celebrated with.

Grandpa was a collector. He collected comics, recordings, clippings, photos, stories, and books. His library is my heaven on earth. That’s not an exaggeration. It is a room on the second floor of their house; its windows face east and south, and all day the room is full of the sunlight that streams in from the giant porthole windows. When you sit in Grandpa’s library, your feet on the nubby carpet, you can hear Lake Michigan, only a few hundred feet away, the waves hitting the beach and slipping softly back over the sand. And the walls of the library are covered in shelves–rows and rows, stacks upon stacks–of books. When Grandpa learned what you liked to read, he’d send it to you (boxes full) and save it for your next visit (bags full).

Trevor's hardcover Vonnegut collection: 85% from Grandpa Madel

Trevor’s Vonnegut collection: 85% from Grandpa Madel

Here's some Wodehouse...

Here’s some Wodehouse…

...and more Wodehouse...

…and more Wodehouse…

...and in case that wasn't enough Wodehouse.

…and in case that wasn’t enough Wodehouse: 98% from Grandpa.

Trevor’s mom, Maureen, loved P.G. Wodehouse, and Grandpa used to send them to her. After she passed away in 2004, Grandpa discovered that I, too, was a fan, so he started sending them to me.

Grandpa loved to talk about his life and his interests, but he’d listen as well as you told him about your recent interest in Roald Dahl’s short fiction or your feelings about the newest Pride and Prejudice film adaptation (FYI: according to Mel, nothing compares to the ’95 PBS mini-series). He’d also sit with you in a comfortable, happy sort of quiet; and if this was happening, he might turn down his hearing aids.

Grandpa lived an exceptional life with an exceptional wife and an exceptional family. Here’s a glimpse:

Grandpa and Grandma were present in our life and we’re lucky for that.

And this post doesn’t do Grandpa justice, but it’s what I’ve got. He made us very happy.

Prop Shopping

Springtime is play time around the Power household.

You may remember, if you’re a friend or reader of our old blog, Archipelago, that last spring I played Sally Bowles in the school’s production of Cabaret.

When I found out that this spring’s production would be columbinus, a play inspired by the Columbine High School shootings in 1999 and written by Stephen Karam and PJ Paparelli, I was both excited as well as slightly disappointed.

I was excited because work about the massacre at CHS is close to my heart. When Dave Cullen published his book Columbine in 2009, I devoured it–all of its thorough research, clear, objective explanations, and heartbreaking narratives–and I soon after decided to use it in my English comp. 2 classes. I felt, and still feel, that it should be required reading for all freshmen and sophomore college students. They are not far removed from the high school experience and all of its drama and turbulence, and they are learning how to think critically, question mythology and rumor, and avoid logical fallacy. It’s the perfect book and context for them to do all of these things.

So I adopted Columbine in my comp. 2 classes and taught with it for a few years. The students loved it, and I loved teaching it, though it was a dark way to spend a semester. I haven’t taught comp. 2 in about a year, so I haven’t revisited Cullen’s text in a while. The play, then, seemed perfectly timed.

I was, though, a bit disappointed about the play as well, since I quickly realized after reading it that I wouldn’t be auditioning. If it’d been produced by a theater company in the city with adult actors, I’d have given it a shot (it’d been done this way by American Theater Company in 2013). But since we’re on a community college campus and the majority of our students and student actors are traditional-aged college students (i.e. 18 – 25), I knew I’d be the odd (old) man out.

But I still wanted to participate, so I asked my colleague Jay, our one-man MCC theater department and director of the show, if he needed help backstage. And he gave me the best gift by asking if I’d like to do props. Shopping? Yes! With someone else’s budget? Yes, please! Crafting? Oh, hell yes!

Now, columbinus is a dark play, so I had to do some dark shopping and prop-building: PVC pipes and caps for dummy bombs; plastic bottles for useless but dangerous-looking Molotov cocktails; a utility knife that played sharp on stage but wouldn’t actually cut.

I had to ask the liquor store clerk where they kept the schnapps. He looked at me with disappointment in his eyes.

Fake Knife

A blade made out of card stock and my first attempt at a blood bladder

I also bought cigarettes for the first time in a decade, which was…odd. Kind of fun, really, knowing that I wasn’t going to smoke them. I made a wooden bead necklace, and I hunted down a Boston Red Sox cap, two-bell alarm clocks, and a black tool box. I made one particularly fruitful trip to Walmart to get a pregnancy test, a silver cross necklace, a makeup compact, and a bottle of Jack Daniels. I even got to shop for books! Two used copies of Romeo & Juliet and an SAT prep text.

Here’s all of it:

Quite a spread

Quite a spread

It was fun doing it all on the cheap, too–trying to find things for as little money as possible, and making what I could. And that’s when my love for Halloween-style crafts came in really handy. It just so happened that I already had a pint full of theatrical blood (as any self-respecting Halloween decorator would have tucked away in her garage, next to her plastic rib cage and ghost parts).

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So, I had plenty of material as I fooled around with the best techniques to make a little blood bladder for my fake knife. The actor was playing a character who was a cutter, and Jay wanted there to be blood as she drew the “blade” across her upper arm. I needed just enough to see in the back of the house, but not enough to be a mess.

I started with plastic baggies, but they didn’t give as much as I needed them to. I then tried skinny party balloons, filling them up with an eye-dropper, but they were too small. Finally, I came to the ultimately successful method:

  • Cut off the little finger of a latex glove (a box of 50 will run you about $8)
  • Cut a drinking straw in half
  • Insert half of straw into the glove finger, leaving an inch at the bottom
  • Pour blood into straw (carefully) until there is as much in glove finger as needed
  • Carefully remove straw, trying not to get blood on sides of glove finger
  • Tie off glove finger
Isn't it adorable?!

Isn’t it adorable?!

I cut off the excess latex and affixed it to my prop knife using double-sided tape. I poked a hole in the tip and covered it with a piece of Scotch tape that the assistant stage manager pulled off immediately before the actor went on stage. And it worked like a charm!

For the first weekend of the run, I used my card stock knives, covered in Scotch tape so they wouldn’t get too wet with the blood. But then, wandering around Hancock Fabrics, I found this little beauty:

I’d been able to find lots of prop knives–kitchen knives, machetes, switch-blades–but no prop razors. So when I saw this, I was thrilled and snatched it up immediately. I painted it silver (using a Sharpie fat-tip metallic marker) and it looked great.

The only downside to all of this is that for weeks our kitchen table has looked a bit like a weird crime scene.

IMG_5633But that’s a small price to pay for the effect, and, really, for the fun of doing it.

The show closed last Saturday, and, not surprisingly, got good reviews. The acting was great, the set design, lights, and screen-images were effective, and the overall atmosphere was thought-provoking and earnest. And, of course, the props were super cool.

Writer’s Block: It’s a Good Thing

I had a crummy day yesterday. I don’t know quite what it was about the day, just a regular Tuesday, but it seemed to be going around. The colleagues I have joint office hours with in the morning also complained of feeling that it was a crummy day; the meeting I went to in the afternoon felt sucked of energy (and my own 2 minute report wasn’t any kind of stand-out, so I know that I, too, was responsible). Even Trevor, when he got home from work, told me that his day–independent of my own–was crummy in its own right.

But I have this magic thing that makes any crummy Tuesday better than it was, and I forgot about it until 3:59 p.m., at which time I walked into the student club I advise, and everything about the crummy day was put on hold.

Writer’s Block is the creative writing club on campus, and it was started in 2009 by some of my creative writing students who’d bonded so much over our class that they wanted to keep it going. They asked me to advise, and the next year I brought on my friend and colleague, Lisa, as co-advisor. The students have come in and out as they’ve matriculated in and through the school; sometimes they take just a semester, sometimes years, as is often the case at a two-year college. But regardless of who’s sitting in our meeting room on any given Tuesday afternoon, they always seem to make me feel better about the crumminess.

Writer's Block, MCC FA2014

The gang, circa November 2014

Yesterday they cheered me up with a love haiku; a poem featuring a potato (a running theme in the club [don’t ask me why; I don’t really know]); a short story about a mystical Druid army; a short story that read like the toddler of Vonnegut and D. Foster Wallace; discussions about speculative fiction, “magi-tech,” and why both Blade Runner and Phillip K. Dick’s inspirational novel (Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep) are fantastic; and, the cherry on top, a half-dozen young writers who are just plain fucking cool.

Pardon my language. I feel strongly about them.

So next Tuesday, I will remember that at 3:59 p.m., no matter what, I’m about to feel a whole lot better.

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It’s Cold

I’m not sure if you’ve noticed, but it’s pretty cold outside.

Schools have been closed for two days just because of the frigid temperatures. Today we got a couple of inches of snow dumped on us, and it was the kind of snow that was impossible to get rid of: every time I cleared our sidewalks, within minutes the strong wind would blow all of the snow right back into place, in these long, elegant, sloping drifts. I was Sisyphus with a shovel.

Roo loves the snow, but she hates the cold. It might have to do with the fact that when it’s this cold out, I make her wear her jacket and little booties. Otherwise she gets salt all up in her paws and limps around. She’s only got three legs to begin with, so I don’t want to give her any extra trouble. Even though I explain this to her, she is still unhappy with me.

Why do you do this to me?

Why do you do this to me?

Roo Standing Still

I will show you my dissatisfaction by running. Ready…set…

Roo on the Run

GO!

And...she's outta here

And…she’s outta here

Other than hating the cold, Roo and I have been doing a lot of nothing. After the semester ended in December, I scheduled a couple of “do-nothing” days for myself, and on these two days Roo and I took walks, watched an absurd amount of Doctor Who, and took more naps than is necessary for someone whose days consist of watching Doctor Who and talking to her dog about why there are still so many geese hanging around (thank you to my friend Lisa C., for first bringing this to my attention).

Thankfully, the holidays took me out of that amazingly brain-dead routine and gave me something to do. T. took the week off between Christmas and New Years, and we had some really nice celebrations–we saw both families, exchanged gifts (we both got a lot of books!), watched movies, played Call of Duty (Trevor), and started to knit a purple blanket (Roo [j.k. that was Trevor (j.k. that was me)]).

And now, with a mere nine days until classes start up again for the spring semester, I’ve started to use my brain more, bit by bit. I’ve finished my syllabus, worked on a presentation that I gave this morning for the Crystal Lake Chamber of Commerce, and read some books. Come Monday I’ll be back on campus to get everything else ready for my back-to-school trainings with our three new faculty members on Wednesday. And hopefully I’ll have time to watch a few more episodes of the Doctor.

Stay warm, people. Get some booties on your feet.

Spookifying the House

We’re spookifying the house this week in preparation of Halloween! The decorations aren’t finished, but here’s what we have so far:

Bones in the Yard

A small grave that someone has been digging up. Probably the rabbits; they’re always up to no good.

Baby in a Pot

This baby might be too creepy for the little kids, so I might wait until dark to put it out. But then again, maybe not.

Gnome Graveyard

A zombie gnome rises from the grave.

Spooky Front Yard

Some ghosts, hanging around in the front yard.

Hands in a Pot

High five, trick-or-treaters!

Check back later for even more spooky scenes.

How are your decorations coming along?

3 Tips to Help You Switch Blog Platforms

Over the summer I decided to move our blog from its former location to this new site hosted by WordPress. I learned a lot about switching platforms, so if you’re thinking of moving your own blog to a new platform, or if you’re just starting a new blog, here are some things you should make sure to do:

Spend at least two months choosing a theme

There are so many great free themes available through your web platform, so make sure to go through them all to figure out which one is right for you, your audience, and your message. Instead of writing new posts, procrastinate by switching your theme! Again! In addition to taking your sweet, sweet time finalizing your decision, make sure to switch themes at least three times a week. This will confuse any new readers you have, and it will confuse you, too. This brings me to my second tip.

Confuse yourself

Of course you’ll confuse yourself and your readers by changing your theme as often as you shave your legs (over the summer, that’s every other day if you’re me [and you’re welcome for that piece of information]). But there are other ways to confuse yourself, too. You can set up a bunch of new pages for your new blog and then forget to publish them and freak out when you can’t find them on your preview screen. You can read a bunch of other blog advice articles and try to follow all of them, even if they’re contradictory. You can add and delete design elements so frequently that your blog looks like a font ogre barfed on your page. Do it all!

Be as indecisive as possible

When you move platforms, you have the potential to redefine yourself and gain readers. But who will the new “you” be? Should you merge your personal blog with some of your professional work to streamline your online presence? Sure! But, maybe not. Should you focus your blog posts on a specific niche, like television (because you watch too much) or books (because you read too many)? This focused posting could help you build a readership. Yes, that’s a great idea! But, wait: maybe focusing on the folksy-nerdy stuff you’ve always written about would be the best move. You don’t want to alienate anyone, right? And everyone loves to read your ramblings about your dog, right? You’d better just sleep on it and decide in the morning. What you can decide on now, though, is that it’s time to change your theme design!

I hope these tips help you as much as they helped me. And when in doubt, just stare at your blog for a while before abandoning it for six weeks in favor of watching television and eating caramel apples. Good luck!

You're the Tomato of My Eye

Halloween post, coming soon!

Labor Day Lake Lounging

Happy Labor Day, American people!

Since Trevor and I had spent Saturday getting a grill (see more below), cleaning the house, grocery shopping, and getting ready for the family to come over for a Power-Bork shin-dig on Sunday, Trevor and I celebrated the holiday today by doing a lot of not much. It was great.

After waking up at the too-early-for-vacation hour of 8 a.m., I joined Trevor and Roo and we watched a couple of hours of The Simpsons before I needed a nap, already exhausted from exerting so much energy walking down the stairs, drinking coffee, and positioning myself on the couch. I mean, that’s work, man!

After waking up, I scraped myself together to take a shower and do a bit a school work, but then I had to take a break from that so that we could go down to the beach.

Trevor on Labor DayCrystal Lake Hey, Ducks

I was sunbathing, so Trevor is actually upside-down.

I was sunbathing, so Trevor is really upside-down.

We even roped in our neighbor Pat for an appearance at the end of my Vine video.

T. and I wandered home when we got hungry so we could use our new grill for the second time, and without the help of master-grillsman Sean Power. Trevor was on his own, but I had complete faith in him, and I was right to. I prepped our fish filets,

Fish is Ready for Grillin'

And T. got to work:

Grilling

We made Roo wait on the porch, and she wasn’t happy about it.

Let me out. Come on guys. Seriously.

Let me out. Come on guys. Seriously.

And the food was delicious!

The secret to amazing grilled potatoes? Butter. Like, a bunch of butter.

The secret to amazing grilled potatoes? Butter. Like, a bunch of butter.

And now I am going to polish off the rest of the horchata pie that Angelique and Sean brought yesterday from Bang Bang Pie. It was, like, stupid good, and I was thrilled to finally try a pie from Bang Bang since most of their pies have a “leaf lard” (read: non-vegetarian) crust.

We hope you all had a nice holiday weekend, too. And now, off to a short work-week!

Door County Road Trip

This week we kicked off the Annual Power Family Door County Road Trip.

We’re staying at the same place we stayed last year, Kinney Farm just outside of Fish Creek, which has been a good choice since we didn’t need to waste any time exploring or checking things out–we just tossed our bags into our rooms and got down to vacationing.

Vacationing includes playing bag toss…

Photo Courtesy of Rachel Power

 

…flying kites…

 

Photo Courtesy of Rachel Power

 

…and going to the beach:

 

Clark Lake

 

For some of the Power clan, it also included climbing Eagle Tower in Peninsula State Park.

Eagle Tower

Um, this is tall.

 

What are you looking at?

What are you looking at?

 

Trevor on Eagle Tower

 

Eagle Tower, full of Power

 

But of course, a vacation in Door County isn’t all hard work. It also includes a lot of eating.

We went to a fish boil for dinner tonight and had our fill of Lake Michigan Whitefish, boiled potatoes and onions, coleslaw, and–the most important part of the meal–cherry pie. It took us five minutes just to stand up, and about another ten to waddle ourselves out of the restaurant. I couldn’t find the energy to take pictures during dinner, but we got some beforehand.

First, we waited for the fish boil spectacle:

Power Siblings with Pop Power

Three generations of Power people–the siblings, their Pop, and little Sadie

 

This is right before Sadie asked Uncle Trevor for a sip of his beer.

This is right before Sadie asked Uncle Trevor for a sip of his beer.

 

Angelique in the Door

You want to take my picture?

 

And then, finally, the boil:

 

 

We made our way home, and, as it happens on vacations, we were hungry a few hours later. So, while Rae and Trevor set up a puzzle…

Trevor and Rae Start a Puzzle

 

…Sadie and Auntie Fran made some cookies:

 

Cookies

Hi. I'm making cookies.

Hi. I’m making cookies.

 

Cookies

 

We used this recipe from the Savvy Saving Couple blog, but substituted maple syrup for sugar.

They turned out pretty well, and Fran, genius that she is, made the chocolatey addition.

 

Cookies

Yu-huh-hum.

 

 

And then comes the best part about baking cookies: the eating.

 

Did I get chocolate on my face?

Did I get chocolate on my face?

 

And it’s only Friday night! Tomorrow we will take more adventures up and down the Door County peninsula, eating and drinking along the way. There will, very likely, be ice cream. And hopefully there will be a stop at at least one book store (and this is one of my favorites, so I hope our “at least one” is there).

What are your favorite Door County spots to visit?

A Picture is Worth a Thousand Words, and Two of Them are ‘Trevor Power’

So, I’ve got this amazing husband. He’s smart and interesting to talk to, he makes me laugh 85% of the time we’re together, and he dances. You will probably never see this, but trust me and Roo–he’s the best dancer in the world.

He’s even better than Lane–and that’s pretty remarkable, since this British guy has some smooooooth moves. (image credit: Gifulmination via Nobody Puts Baby in a Horner)

 

And, when it comes to getting his picture taken, he is as elusive as a Siberian Tiger. He likes to be behind the lens rather than in front of it. And when I try to take a picture and ask him to smile, this is what I get:

 

Fist!

And it’s his very photo elusiveness that makes this post such fun, because Trevor has recently appeared in some books. YES!

In April, just in time for his birthday, Trevor got a package from Andy Freeberg, a photographer whose book, Art Fare, had recently been published by Sojourn Books. Freeberg’s book includes images of gallerists during their down time at national and international art fairs.

Freeberg signed the book, which was lovely of him, and it was great to see Trevor in the book, in a very, very (very) characteristic pose: we can’t see his face.

 

Andy Freeberg.Art Fare.Cover

Andy Freeberg.Inscription

Do you see him in there? Right behind that Gregory Scott! He’s so sneaky.

And it was so much fun to see him in here, but we got a second photo book thrill just the other day when we got our copy of Jen Davis‘s new book, Eleven Years. Jen is spectacular, and the book is just beautiful. You should buy it now.

 

Jen Davis Eleven Years.Front

Jen Davis Eleven Years.Back

 

And T. showed up in the acknowledgements, with many of the Columbia College cronies!

 

All of the people listed are fantastic!

All of the people listed are fantastic!

 

So, although Trevor is like a phantom when I am taking pictures, he is famous, and not just for dancing in our living room. But Roo and I are certain that he is also famous for that.

Book Therapy

I have an issue with books: I love them. I love buying them. I love holding them. I love smelling them. If I had my way, I would surround myself in a room full of books and just sit for a couple of days and look at them. I have books that I haven’t read, but intend to; I have books that I’ve read a dozen times. I. Love. Books.

Hugging Bookshelves

And I know that although millions of other people on this planet are with me in this bibliophilia (are you one of my kind? hello!), not everyone shares this particular…preoccupation. But I was taken aback when I realized that some people were seeking out help to decorate their bookshelves. Because they had all of these empty built-ins in their new apartment or house, and they didn’t know what to do with them. Kwhat?

Empty built-ins waiting to be filled is kind of my heaven. But apparently, it is a lot of people’s opportunity to display  Home Goods vases and vintage desk fans. And I hate snobs; I dont want to be a snob. But I just cannot understand not having boxes and boxes of books that would find lovely, cozy homes on your empty shelves. And I get that a lot of people–most people–won’t understand that about me. It’s okay.

But my love of books and wanting to get our books into the open air is the reason I was so happy when Trevor discovered BrickBox modular shelves and ordered us enough to fill up a wall of our living room. We’ve been in our lake house for just about a year, and we’d unpacked and nested and painted and made our house a home. But we still had dozens of boxes of books that sat, lonely and sad, in our front room, because we didn’t have enough book shelves.

But then, our BrickBoxes arrived and the fun started.

From boxes of boxes...

From boxes of boxes…

...to a single box...

…to a single box…

...to a stack of boxes...

…to a stack of boxes…

...to actual, honest-to-goodness bookshelves.

…to actual, honest-to-goodness bookshelves.

 

They’re so…empty–just waiting for books!

And let me tell you how much fun it was to fill these bad boys up with all of my friends. It took me two full days. First, I had to figure out how to start: fiction, non-fiction, first editions and rare books? Should I incorporate the first editions with their true genres, or should I keep them separate, as I had when we lived in the loft? Should I use the top right away, or wait to see if I need the extra space? (spoiler: I needed the extra space.)

I opened my boxes and just sort of stared at the books for a while.

Books in Boxes

Hello, friends

Hello, friends

 

I started to shelve some books, then stopped, then started again. I texted Trevor, who was fifty miles away, at work, with questions to get some input. I even asked Roo to take a look and tell me what she thought.

Okay--let's start with this plush Shakespeare doll. I'll take him out and chew on him for a while.

Okay–let’s start with this plush Shakespeare doll. I’ll take him out and chew on him for a while.

 

Eventually I started. I took book after book from its box to put it on a smooth, white, empty shelf. As I worked, I emptied the boxes and broke them down, and the shelves filled up.

 

Book Shelves

Bookshelves

Roo wonders why I've stopped

 

Book Panoramic

And when I was finished, I sat down and started at the shelves, at the books. I sat there for an hour, and only really got up because Trevor got home from work.

We still have boxes of children’s and YA books, and a few boxes of miscellaneous books that hadn’t been officially shelved when we moved. But we’re almost there, and that makes me so happy.

And if you have any empty shelves that you’re considering filling up with wicker baskets and tchochkes, please, send them my way.