The Journey Begins

July 18, 2012

Our trip began how it always does...staying up half the night, getting all the laundry done.  Sweet Brenda not only got us to the airport in plenty of time, she agreed to take my birthday packages for Troy to the Post Office, since it was closed yesterday and I forgot.  

{And as if she didn't have enough to worry about, I came out to her van from the house after locking it up, said, "Here's the keys," and instead of placing Cliff's keys between the front seats of her van, like I intended, I slid them into the front pocket of my purse, where I keep my keys.  Only I had no idea what I had done, until we arrived at the hotel and I saw Brenda's email asking about the keys.  It's a good thing we overfilled the cat's food and left her two dishes of water.  It's also a good thing that Brenda has the patience of a saint.  Spending the afternoon at the housing office, jumping through hoops to get a duplicate key is not anyone's idea of a good time, I'm certain.}

Anyway, back to the airport...we got there with lots of time to spare, so in addition to grabbing breakfast at Starbucks, we decided to take advantage of the sticky-pic booth, conveniently located at our gate.  

What are sticky pics, you ask?  Well...it's like those photo booths outside of KMart that give you a strip of silly, black and white photo poses.  Only on steroids.  Because in Japan, you go BIG or go home.  We managed to squeeze the five of us into the booth, take some wild guesses at what buttons we should push (not being able to read Japanese), and hoped for the best. 

Funny, our pics didn't come out looking quite like this.  I wonder what's up?

After you are done with your photo shoot, you step out into the next booth to do your post-editing.  Again, taking wild guesses, unless you know your Kanji.  Then, while the machine speaks to you in (what else?) Japanese, you cross your fingers and pray she's not trying to tell you anything essential to obtaining your finished product, and that you didn't just waste 400 yen and 15 minutes you'll never get back.



About a minute later...this is what the machine spit out. 
(Click to enlarge.)
I'm thinking Christmas card pics, no?

Once we got on the plane, Patrick didn't take long to zonk out at all.

Neither did Jake.

 

Cliff chose to use the time to bone up on his leadership skills.

And I slept until it was time for refreshments.  And then I slept some more.  You know...just like at home.

Is it just me, or is it crazy that all airlines don't do their trays this way?  Like that little dent in the seat-back tray is going to do anything to save your beverage if you hit significant turbulence.  THIS is a cupholder, people!  But yet, I only see these on domestic, Japanese flights.  Hmmm.

In no time at all, we were in Tokyo, with very little time to make our connecting flight to LA.  But JUST enough time to slurp some Udon noodles.  Well, those of us with taste buds slurped Udon.  The rest ate McDonald's.  *Shudder*

We were all thrilled that Cliff took the time to upgrade all of us to Economy Plus the night before, for our longer flight.  Six inches may not seem like a big deal, but when it means the difference between having your knees jammed into the seat in front of you for ten hours, vs. being able to extend your legs, it's HUGE!

Doing The Right Thing

July 17, 2012

Grandpa Bill with Patrick, Baby Coree and Troy 1997

What a whirlwind week.  We received the news of Bill's passing, and it sent us on a roller coaster ride...both emotionally and logistically.  I've read somewhere, or heard it said (or maybe both) that grief is magnified when you've been estranged from a family member who passes away.  It sounded reasonable to me, but I never really gave it that much thought until I was watching my husband try to navigate through it.  I don't have anything to compare it with, since I've never lost an immediate family member (estranged or otherwise) but it makes sense.  It adds another whole dimension to the process.  Instead of looking back on fond memories and loving bonds, you have heartache and regret.  There is no closure.  The relationship won't be "fixed" in this life.  It drudges up old wounds...and the complexity of the situation makes casual conversation about the passing difficult...and unfortunately, since getting a family back to the USA from overseas to attend the funeral involves a ton of conversation, it wasn't always pleasant this week.  

We learned first hand that the less you say, the better.  A heart-felt, "I'm so sorry for your loss" is really all that's needed.  Sympathy cards are awesome.  Probing questions are not helpful.  I told Cliff the next time someone asked if he and his dad were "close," he needed to answer with, "No, but thank you for reminding me that my dad was an alcoholic who never really had the capacity to love me, who shut me out of his life, regardless of my attempts to reach him."  I know people mean well, and I'm certain I've said plenty of dumb things myself, but it was a lesson to me to try my best to think about the possible answers to the questions before asking them.  It hurt my heart SO much to listen to him try to field these kinds of remarks graciously.  On the flip-side, I appreciated SO much those who were so kind and reached out to him, encouraged him to go to the funeral, and bent over backward to make sure it happened (even though Cliff is covering three jobs this summer...which meant others would have to pick up lots of slack).

Anyway, for the first few hours after we got the news, we didn't even think we'd go back for the funeral.  We didn't know if there was going to be a funeral.  His dad's wife was completely bewildered, her sister was trying to help from Alaska, Cliff was trying to help from Japan.  It was just madness.  Because of the time difference, we were making lots of late night and early morning phone calls.  We were trying to figure out what family members could come and when, as well as the details of the arrangements, the obituary, travel, etc.  Most family members didn't think they'd be able to attend, but as the days went on, things started to come together.  Schedules were rearranged, hearts were softened, plans were made, and Cliff put together a funeral from across the ocean.  I was in awe.  It would have been easy to bow out.  In addition to all the other factors (which would cause most anyone to give him a "free pass" from involvement).....we live on the other side of the world, for Pete's sake!  But in spite of it all, he did the right thing, and poured his heart into the arrangements.  Even though his dad wasn't a member, the local LDS ward where his dad lived was so generous in offering their help.  We were overwhelmed by their kindness.

So, tomorrow we start our journey to make the best of things.  Will there be family drama?  Psshhh...we're counting on it.  But we're also counting on the healing that gathering with loved-ones will bring...with people we won't even have to say a word to, because they'll get what a giant, soup-sandwich the whole situation has been, and they will help share the emotional burden.  Most importantly, Cliff will do his best to honor his dad the best he can...and have no regrets about it.

My Husband is (Almost) Always Right!

Date Night, some kind of fancy Japanese variety...I think "Chopped Chocolate." We also ordered a mint chip shake to take home to Jake (his favorite) since he was home alone. We're cool parents like that.

I love this man. He is very wise. He knows me well. Well enough to know what my hangups are...and to tread lightly when addressing them. Take my perfectionism, for example. He doesn't roll his eyes and tell me to lighten up or get over myself. He goes about it like this...

Cliff (sweetly): "Can I talk to you about something?"

Me: (thinking, 'uh oh...he's using the voice...what does he want?') "Of course!" (Read: "As long as it's something I want to hear.")

Cliff: "Sweetie, I think people back home want to read about what we are doing now more than they want to read about what we were doing five months ago, just for the sake of keeping the blog in chronological order. Couldn't you just dedicate yourself to starting now to keep up...and then go back as you can to catch up the rest?"

I start thinking, "But that won't work! People won't like that! It will be all out of order! If they aren't subscribed to read it on Google Reader, they'll have to go over to the archives on the side bar and try to figure out what they haven't read and it will be inconvenient."

But then I realized, I'm probably the only one who cares if it reads in chronological order. And if people care enough to keep track so they won't miss a post, they probably already subscribe, even if in secret. (I know some of you do that, and I don't mind. I certainly don't do all this to keep a count of people who follow the blog.) OK, so my mom doesn't subscribe, and she's my biggest fan...but I'm going to teach her so she doesn't have to keep checking here every day, in vain. Love you, Mom!

And for those of you who DO read this in Google Reader, I know that regardless of the date I start the post...in Reader, it will show the date that I hit the "Publish" button. Since that will be confusing, if those dates are not one in the same...I will list the date each post occurred at the beginning of the post. Sound like a plan?

If you like it, you can thank Cliff.

Now I have to go so the shake snake can get on this computer to do an assignment he procrastinated. None of the others will work for his geography CD. I can NEVER get on this computer...and even when I think the coast is clear, five minutes later a kid comes in needing to get on for "an assignment." The irony? It's my computer! *sigh* It's a good thing I love them.

NOSCO Cupcake Queen

I belong to MOSC (Marine Officer Spouses Club) here, as well as NOSCO (Naval Officer Spouses Club of Okinawa). I served as a rep on the NOSCO board for a year and a half, but now I'm just a regular member. There are lots of opportunities to volunteer and donate time and money to charity, as well as social and cultural events, too. I take advantage of what I can. NOSCO is broken down into "coffee groups" that have a common workplace or community, and the chaplain spouses group is one of the biggest, if not the biggest as far as participation. Back when I was on the board, I was asked what we did to have such high numbers. I had to think about it, and admitted that I didn't think it was anything we did in particular, it was just that as "pastors' wives," we are used to being involved with the ministry and fellowship, and that it seemed to just be understood that involvement came with the territory. I wish I could have been of more assistance with fabulous ideas to help them with recruitment, but that was all I could figure.

Anyway, each month, one of the coffee groups takes a turn hosting a social event for the NOSCO membership as a whole. This month it was the chaplain spouses' turn to host, and they selected a cupcake night. I happen to love decorating cupcakes. I love this book, even though I have yet to make enough of them to justify the purchase. Needless to say, I was excited about their choice.

A professional cake decorator came in and taught us all kinds of tips and techniques. I didn't remember to bring my camera to get pics of some of the creations (from beautiful to bizarre) OR me standing with the group holding my winning, sakura cupcakes.


But here they are at home, properly staged on their matching cherry blossom platter. As beautiful as they are, the thought of eating all that frosting and fondant makes me ill. I would scrape it straight in the trash. These were for my kids, though...and they loved it!



I had to take a pic of these cupcake wrappers the instructor brought. I'm going to have to go to Jusco and buy my own, since they are personalized and all.

Cupcake Queen...another title to add to my repertoire.

Sobaya Chirugwa (Red Roof Soba)

We have been to (and blogged about) Sobaya Chirugwa before, but never knew its real name. We just always called it Red Roof Soba. We still do. It's easier. You can read our other posts about it here and here. (The kids look so much younger in just a couple of years time!)

Anyway, when we were in Hawaii, poor Jake just wanted to go "home." One day he asked me, "Mom...can we go eat at Red Roof Soba as a family as soon as possible when we get back? You know, to celebrate our return to Okinawa with authentic Okinawan food?" After all that kid had been through, of course I told him we would go ASAP. Well, we kind of forgot about it with all the other travel going on...and Jake reminded us a couple of times before last night.


We finally went, and it was worth the wait.



Coree likes to order the kids plate just to get one of those corn snacks on the left (like a single, giant cheeto with corn seasoning instead of cheese) that we could buy for ten cents at the grocery store. They never question her age, so we just go with it.



I kept looking around at everyone, trying my best to soak it all in.



We are definitely counting down the days we have left as an intact family unit as Troy prepares for his mission.



Coree is counting down the days until she can leave for college.



We ordered some gyoza to share. It is pretty good here. A little on the greasy side, so I only had one.



Then the soba started arriving. Nom, nom, nom.



Cliff, Troy and I ordered the (aptly named) Yummy Combo.



Because of the presentation, it actually looks bigger than it is...



But it is still a lot of food. Starting from the left, (bottom row) a grains-rice mixture, soba noodles with fish and pork; (middle row) a mixture of stewed root vegetables, tofu and a pig's foot, fish and vegetable tempura and dipping sauce; (top row) pickled seaweed and a cabbage and corn salad. I enjoy everything but the pig's foot. Troy eats that while I close my eyes.

Welcome home (late) Jake. We're glad you are back among your people.

Patrick Far East Music

So many "Far Easts" were canceled this year due to the nuclear crisis. (Equivalent to State or Regionals back in the USA.) Remember that exchange trip to Yoron Island that Jake participated in last year? That was canceled this year as well. It was all very sad for so many kids...most of them Japanese kids from the mainland.

Patrick was so relieved when they ended up rescheduling Far East Music after it had been canceled. We were thrilled he had the opportunity to go. It was in Korea...which is turning out to be the go-to destination for Far Easts lately. Something to do with the facilities at the Olympic Village being perfect for it.

Patrick didn't take many photos because "it gets tiring remembering to take them" (like this is even ABOUT what he wants or feels).



Which is just one more example of why I am grateful for Facebook's tagging feature. Thank you, Patrick's friends!

I am also grateful for YouTube. I know this is kind of long, but if you like voices that stir the soul, I recommend you watch it. They did a fabulous job. I think I can pick out Patrick's voice, but that's probably just a mom thing. You can see him toward the middle of the pack.



Now this is one that Patrick did manage to capture on his camera. It is hilarious! Not the girls rehearsing...they were adorable and talented. I'm talking about when Patrick pans the room and you see the row of guys with their cameras out and mouths hanging open. Not to mention his commentary. Ahhh, teenagers.



And I guess turnabout is fair play. Listen to those girls scream! Of course Patrick is the most animated one, in front with the Members Only jacket.

Eat, Shop, Laugh (Curry House Paradise)

We had another lovely date night. Our kids had all been to the new curry buffet, Curry House Paradise, but we had yet to eat there, so we gave it a whirl.


It's part of the new section of American Village, Depot Island.



There were many varieties of curry. I tried four of them because I wanted to arrange my plate like they did in their advertisements. Doesn't it look terribly clever? They were all wonderful. I don't even remember exactly what they were, other than a couple of them were chicken, one was pork.



We started with soup and salad, which were also included.



The decor had a very Latin flair (as did the music)...which I was not expecting from a curry place. But if I have learned one thing on Okinawa...it's to always expect the unexpected.



Afterward, we decided to do some window shopping.



And found some very interesting items. I don't know what fruit has to do with waist size...



Or what peace has to do with underwear, for that matter.



Utah is famous. Who knew.



There's even a whole line of CTR clothing!



They should really open up a Wasatch Front location, don't you think?



It even comes in Primary colors!



And on redneck hats, too!



I wonder what kind of music the CTR channel would play?
Give Said the Little Stream?
Popcorn Popping?



Look, Lisa! (I didn't see a Bee's Knees volume, though.)



And as if we needed more hideousness in the world, there is an entire store of Crocs (as opposed to a small rack in the Target garden department, where they belong). This is another store that would do well in Utah, me thinks...judging by the number of children I see show up to church on Sunday wearing these. (Can I get verification from any of my Utah peeps?) Apparently, horrid, brightly-colored, foam is the new leather. For the love of good taste, PLEEZE let this fad pass quickly...along with those horrible sandals that squeak with every step.

Anyway, that was our exciting date night for this week. We give Curry House Paradise four thumbs up. We'll be back, I'm sure.