Kansas City

We took a trip to Kansas City to visit my beloved relatives! This was the first time we saw them in over a year and a half, due to COVID. At this juncture everyone involved was fully vaccinated (except Helen, who is only 10 and still waiting for the age-appropriate vaccine), so we felt safe enough to try it.

Corrie drove most of the way there and back, almost 15 hours of in-car practice. She did beautifully, except for one terrifying moment when we almost hit a deer. I forgot that at some point you have to explain to a new driver that deer are like squirrels in their approach to road-crossing. And that hitting a deer is likely to total your car. Now we all know. (We did not hit the deer.)

We had an amazing time, as you can see. Here are ten quick facts.

  1. Aunt Helen can out-bowl all of us. Over 120 both games! None of the rest of us could crack 80!
  2. Human beings thrive on a lovingly prepared breakfast of bacon, eggs, and biscuits.
  3. Watching 3 straight hours of SpongeBob Squarepants does not, actually, cause brain damage.
  4. Amos always has the best intentions while miniature golfing but inevitably descends into ballwhopping frustration.
  5. James and Aunt Helen can put together any jigsaw puzzle ever created.
  6. One bottle of Woodford Reserve whiskey lasts a week for three adults and the occasional child ‘taste’.
  7. Sleeping in every day for 5 days helps you feel like your best self.
  8. Every group picture you take on vacation will have one person with their eyes closed.
  9. Vacation meals take a lot of planning.
  10. It is the best thing in the world to be with people that love you.


The Plumber

Do you know what we have at our house now? TWO WORKING TOILETS.

People, that is like winning the lottery or having a new baby or Christmas morning. We spent almost two weeks with six human beings, five animals, and one toilet, which is bad math. I am too old to be hopping up and down on one foot in front of a closed door, hollering for someone to hurry, and yet that was happening! Dreadful. Let’s not even go into the number of hours the shower was running per day. (You know you are in trouble when you figure out how to pick the lock with your fingernail so you can stealthily sneak in and JUST PEE while one of those endless teenager showers is happening… and God forbid THEY HEAR YOU and begin shrieking from the shower about privacy and invasion and future therapy and barbaric, neanderthalic parents…)

But now there are two! toilets! again! Caloo Calay O Frabjous Day, she chortled in her joy!

And I remembered one of my favorite poems by Garrison Keillor.

The Plumber is the Man, Garrison Keillor

When the ice comes and the snow and it’s twenty-eight below
And then the temperature begins to fall
And they hear the moan and whine of that frozen water line
Then the plumber is the man who saves them all.

O the plumber is the man, the plumber is the man.
Down into the cellar he must crawl.
He is not sleek and slim but they don’t look down on him
For the plumber is the man who saves them all.

When the toilet will not flush and the odor makes you blush
And you cannot use the sink or shower stall,
Then your learning and your art slowly start to fall apart
But the plumber is the man who saves it all.

O the plumber is the man, the plumber is the man.
With his wrenches and his pipes he comes to call.
They can take their sins to Jesus but when their water freezes
Then the plumber is the man who saves them all.

Oh, I know that in one’s youth that beauty, justice, truth,
Seem to be what life is all about,
But when the facts are faced, you realize that life is based
On water coming in and going out.

They don’t let him in their club cause he never dresses up
And he doesn’t go for tennis or handball,
Or Mozart or Chopin, but when it hits the fan
Then the plumber is the man who saves them all.

O the plumber is the man, the plumber is the man.
In his vest and rubber boots and overalls.
So don’t turn up your nose at the aroma of his clothes
For the plumber is the man who saves us all.

Thank God for the plumber.


15 things to survive a pandemic

I recently found this article on NPR: pictures of 15 items people feel represent their lives in the pandemic.

The project was begun by an ethnographic researcher and designer named Paula Zuccotti who took a picture of 15 items she found most useful in the middle of her pandemic experience. She posted her picture on Instagram and asked other people to do the same at #EveryThingWeTouchCovidEssentialsx15.

Full disclosure: I am not personally on Instagram. I have phobias about social media. Not that I believe it is a corporate tool to enslave us, or a conspiracy from the highest levels to trap the world’s population in a consumerist hotbed of envy – no, nothing that complicated. As a thorough-going introvert, I just find it deeply disturbing to be involved in an endeavor that includes SO MANY PEOPLE. Excuse me while I crawl back into my personal cave. Where I will read books. With this cat and a beer. And shoo away the many children who run around. Ahem.

But I loved this article! And this idea! It is like Things Keeping Us Going with a PICTURE! So, of course, I enthused about it on our family text thread and, presto-chango, a bunch of us fell to preparing pictures. It has been so much fun – like playing a game. Would you like to see some of them? I’ll go first.

(Also. Clearly there are items keeping us going during the pandemic that may or not be suitable for family viewing or full disclosure. Those have been discreetly placed out of view…. But. People. We all know they are there.)


1. Black leather flats (I wear one of my three pairs 50% of my waking hours) 2. Metronome 3. Gold hoop earrings 4. 3-ply paper medical mask (every damn day all day long for school/church jobs) 5. computer 6. cheap-ass Aldi beer that’s my fav 7. art of all kinds, this one by Helen 8. Tea (each kind daily) 9. watch 10. houseplant – a wonderful friend in Chicago has taught me how to grow houseplants 11. Lutheran hymnal 12. Car keys (I have spent this entire pandemic driving to one church and school after another) 13. books that help me think 14. J.S. Bach’s organ compositions 15. Bag for carrying music


1. Scrubs

2. N95 Mask

3. Goggles

4. Back Roller

5. Quarantine walking shoes 

6. Buddha head w/ 4 emotions (given to me by a hospice patient)

7. Fire TV remote

8. Hand Sanitizer 

9. AeroPress

10. Boston Scally Cap

11. Watch winder

12. Iron Skillet 

13. Wooden Spatula

14. Evan Williams Small Batch Bourbon 

15. Oak Highlands Beer

Abbey: Ok, this is 13 things because house sitting, I’ll give you a better list at a different point in time

1) small art projects for brightening the space around me (like embroidering my backpack)

2) buying fresh flowers from Kroger in Arlington to make my apartment feel like a fairy garden

3) notebook in which I keep all important thoughts, ideas, and to do lists

4) thin/breathable, but still useful, old navy masks

5) tea!!

6) watching people make aesthetically pleasing drinks on the internet (that’s what the can of matcha stands in for)

7) laptop on which I work every day

8) nice multicolored gel pens I write everything down with from Jennifer Knepper

9) cheerfully colored workout clothing for all of the yoga that’s happened over the past year and a half

10) ring, which I didn’t have during lockdown, but it’s standing in for Christopher currently

11) water bottle, my trusty sidekick throughout every zoom call, and my worst enemy when the zoom calls just wouldn’t end and I really needed to pee

12) comfortable leggings which were worn and are still worn all the time (I’m wearing a pair now)

13) the target app, because being able to order my groceries and have them put right in my car is a genius idea that both prevented me from purchasing things I don’t need and enabled me to do the same thing but with more coupons readily available


1. flute

2. books

3. nike airmax 90’s

4. Harry Styles

5 fuzzy blanket

6 airpods

7 lip balm


9 Harry Potter

10 journaling

11 Squid the cat

12 red practice swimsuit

13 springy waterproof hairties

14 google speaker

15 mascara

Amos. He refuses to explain it to you. Note the tea he likes to drink before bed and the purple candle he burns to make his room smell less like dogs…. losing battle there.

Helen. (A bowl of cat food was added solely to lure the beasts into the picture; Helen does not consume cat food. To our knowledge.)

“I put in a mask from aunt Amy that I use all the time. I put in my magnetic rings because I like to use them a lot too. I put in one of my books because I’m reading that series. I put in Cheez-its because I like to eat them. Obviously I put in a stuffed animal. And the cats to and my hairbrush because they use that a bunch. And this great smelling lotion from Trader Joe’s. And that bag because I use it a lot when we’re going to church and stuff. And then the black lid because it’s actually a coffee cup but mom took the picture on top so you couldn’t really see it because I drink coffee.”

Amy Olles.

Bike, chocolate, burts bees lip balm, red sunglasses, blue tooth speaker, diamond earrings , legos, sewing machine (I bought this at 12 with babysitting money? What?), Birkenstock’s, favorite new dress (Swiss dot fabric!!!!) Oh yeah canned cat food as it’s Tribble and scout’s favorite thing at 6:30 am 🙄😳, and current favorite quotes. Also cuttings from my yard (aloe, rose of Sharon, blueberries) Not featured: bed.

Emily Olles

1. White Allbirds 2. Grounds for Change Cafe Femenino coffee 3. Radio 4. My Starbucks mugs froM which I drink coffee everyday 5. Mrs Meyers hand soap for calming the senses 6. Fitbit 7. Shameless (read it through twice) 8. Mascara 9. (redacted) 10. Dog fur (aka Yuki) 11. My late colleague Ron Harper – he was a source of resolve and strength to me last year until his passing 12. Weights and working out 13. Candles 14. Discovering I really like Sam Adams beer 15. 20 oz Yeti from which I drank coffee everyday at the office since we never shut down

Stephanie Olles.

Coffee, the mask amy gave me, Jacob (the cat), car keys, vanilla bean essential oil, bath bombs, tea, chocolate, mascara, white claw, (one item redacted), the book single being is your super power, hand sanitizer, my hat. Missing: my binoculars for bird-watching.

In the NPR article, Paula Zuccotti says: “I wanted them to use the filter of, ‘Here is what I value today.’ They don’t need to be new things, but maybe they took on a new meaning,” explains Zuccotti, who considers this project an extension of the work she did for her 2015 book, Every Thing We Touch: A 24 Hour Inventory of Our Lives, featuring her photos of all of the items several subjects interacted with in a single day. Zuccotti has dubbed this practice of looking at our things as potential artifacts “future archaeology.”

What are 15 things that have shored you up as you journey bravely through pandemic days?



Somewhere towards the end of May James and the kids stopped at a roadside stand and bought honey. Two mason jars full. One was ‘Local’ and the other ‘Wildflower’. They declined to buy an almost pitch-black jar titled ‘Swamp Honey’, although that has provided much scope for my imagination since they told me about it.

I really love honey. Every day I put a spoonful in one of the cups of tea I drink in the morning. It gets you going. I have heard people say that eating local honey will alleviate allergy symptoms, and that honey contains trace nutrients and compounds that support the immune system. Perhaps this is true. Perhaps it just tastes so good it makes me feel good eating it.

I also love to give honey to people, which is probably why it delighted me so much that James and the kids brought some to me. If you are a person who likes it, let me know so I can give you some. 🙂


Keep Austin Weird

James and I had a brief getaway in Austin, TX. The seat of our state government… and a place extremely proud of its own weirdness.

We swam in Lake Travis!

Accompanied by the locals.

I. Read. Books. Man, it feels so good to do that. There is often not enough time for reading in the world!

  • Katie

May Updates

May. OMG. I can’t even. With the CDC lifting some of the health safety restrictions for vaccinated people, it felt like every week had more and more last-minute things crammed into it as people thought, “Oh, we could just do this!”.

As restrictions loosen, James’ finds himself with more hospice visits to make especially in long term care facilities that have been closed to most outsiders since the pandemic began. He has been working at UTSouthwestern every Thursday, which means he works from 7:30 am to 9:30 pm that day. He is the most interesting conversationalist I know. I love the way he walks into a room and says, “Do you know what I heard on NPR? read yesterday? saw on my walk? figured out from the Forney Messenger Newspaper? heard from my friend Stephen?” I have NEVER met a person who doesn’t like talking to James. He also is thrilled to his toes with a new app he has on his phone that identifies birds when you record and submit short recordings of birdsong. He does this while he walks the dogs in the morning, and triumphantly rattles off the name of every bird in our neighborhood. It is equally annoying and adorable.

I had concerts and recitals and rehearsals at all hours of the day and night. (9 professional-quality band solo recordings, 5 voice recitals, two choir concerts, and recordings for graduation.) When I have that much work to do I sort of stop thinking/reading/breathing/eating/socializing/acting normally so I’m glad that is over. A friend asked me, “Do you do that because you feel like no one else can do it? Are you trying to prove that you are indispensable?” I replied that I didn’t think I was the only one that could do it – the world is full of good accompanists and there are probably hundreds of skilled keyboardists in the DFW area – but I was the one who had the opportunity to do it, and you don’t get paid unless you actually DO THE WORK. The kind of work I do is seasonal, so it means certain seasons are just really busy.

Abbey got ENGAGED (can that be real? her Grandpa protested “but she is too little!” and part of me absolutely agreed but here she is doing it! And we all really love her fianceé so that’s a plus), finished her semester and is only a few classes away from finishing her undergraduate degree in social work. There is a complicated plan for a second undergraduate degree in art, and a masters in social work and I have to lie down to recover every time she describes the whole thing. She has several jobs, and one of them is doing afterschool care and Early Learning Center work for preschool kids who call her ‘Miss Abbeygirl’, ‘Miss Abbeycado’, and ‘Miss Abbeykayla’.

Rob slogged it out to the end with AP English and English III. Taking more than one English class in a semester (when reading and writing are not your favorite activities) is a misery. He now has a job at AutoZone and fixes people’s cars. He owns a fantastic black 2001 Honda Civic which he gently nurses along with oil and spark plug changes, headlight changes, brake pad changes, engine part changes, filter and belt changes… I don’t think I have ever cared as tenderly for a child in this house as he cares for his car. On the other hand, he has been talking about selling it and getting something cooler. (Something which possibly requires less changes….)

Rob graduated from North Forney High School. He used his sister’s graduation gown because we are all cheap around here, and refused to use the stole because it said ‘2019’. So he was stole-less. It’s ok; he wasn’t the only one. He and his girlfriend (a quiet and beautiful girl with equally wicked senses of humor and fashion) are recovering from the semester by gradually watching the whole Star Wars movie saga at her house, and putting lego sets together. Together. (Rob is 6’2″ and girlfriend is about 5′. They are so adorable you sort of can’t stand it.)

Corrie finished sophomore year with the highest scores in her unit for all her dual-credit classes. She took one AP and dual-credit test after another. She works harder than almost anybody I know. She walks around, all 5’4″ of her, with a serious expression on her face, straight blonde hair (the only blonde left of all my little tow-headed toddlers), double-pierced ears, giant white sneakers and an oversized brown Harry Styles sweatshirt. Nobody messes with Corrie. She is at the top of her class at school, and has just won the position of Drum Major at her high school. (A drum major is the student who mirrors the director and conducts the band during the Marching Shows. 300 kids in band – they choose 4 Drum Majors – CorrieLise Jarrett is one of them.) And she may end up being one of the captains of the swim team again next year. I am hoping over the summer she might have some fun sometime.

Amos has successfully grown Justin Bieber hair. He smiles charmingly and tosses that swoopy hair from side to side. He is now 5’10” and has been going to the community park to play pickup basket ball with tons of other kids. In two more weeks, he starts Strength and Conditioning Camp for Freshman Football next fall. Sometimes I bump him when we are crowded next to each other trying to empty the dishwasher and I am surprised to realize he is about all muscle from head to toe. He LOVES HIS DOGS. No dogs are allowed on furniture around here, which means I am constantly entering rooms and two dogs see me and jump guiltily off the bed or sofa where they are curled up next to Amos. Amos is watching Stranger Things and likes Dustin the best. Amos knows how to push every single one of Helen’s buttons, and entertains himself with this.

Helen finished Fourth Grade with many rewards and honors and certificates. (My favorite was the Excellence in Music certificate.) She will go on to a different school next year – and intermediate school that only has 5th and 6th grades. Helen, as our resident cat whisperer, grieved the loss of our second older cat, Mochi, who disappeared as cats do, and promptly talked me into adopting two new ones from the shelter. These two new kittens, Squid and Zuko, belong to Corrie and Helen respectively, and lurk about the house leaping out to bite ankles and then run off. They alternate between tiny wild kitten wrestling matches and conked-out napping draped over odd corners of the house. They mutually find the hedgehog entrancing, and swipe at him through the bars of his cage while he eats his kibble. Bessel disdainfully refuses to acknowledge them in any way. They have TERRIBLE fleas and as soon as I have time I am going. to. do. something. about. that.

Helen continues her mysterious science experiments. There are currently several bowls of weirdly colored soupy fluids on the stove with a sign that says “Helen’s Creations – do not touch!”

It is a wonder we are surviving all that. Bring on summer. I think we all need a break.


Things Keeping Us Going, April edition

I am super late on posting for April! It was a crazy end to the schoolyear for us. Too many things going on. I found this one in my drafts and thought it was still worth it for the record.


1.) the Bach B Minor Passion

2.) Massage at the Chinese Foot Spa

3.) small Yeti from which I drink coffee in the morning


1.) Roastamona

2.) Doggies

~ Me: You have to say something different. You can’t just say the same thing every month. You’ve been saying the same thing for months.

~ Amos: No! You have to say the same things! That’s why they’re KEEPING YOU GOING! Because they KEEP GOING, Mom!

3.) mini basketball hoop/athletics/track/Soccer tryouts


1.) tending my container garden in the backyard

2.) playing Minecraft

3.) That I got a pedicure with Granna so now my toes are beautiful yellow with flowers


*refuses to answer this month*


1.) accompanying band students and the unexpected differences between 4 kids playing the same piece

2.) jasmine coffee with Tullamore Dew in it on Saturdays

3.) seeing things sprout in the backyard


Birthday Girl

Abbey had a birthday. She has now been on on this swiftly tilting planet 20 years.

Her day fell during Lent, and since she was following a Vegan diet for Lent she had to make her own cake. (I had no idea how to make a vegan cake. The process involves mysterious things like coconut sugar and egg substitutes.)

We celebrated around the kitchen table. I love Abbey’s birthday for many reasons and one of them is that Abbey is always delighted by really strange gifts.

Amos is a very successful party-goer. Good at creating his own entertainment.

Aren’t these enchanting? Where on your body would you put a temporary tattoo of mysterious bits of nature?

Part of our dinner was vegan sushi (yes! there is such a thing!). I think I’ve mentioned before that many Jarretts strictly observe the use-chopsticks-for-Asian-cuisine rule. I am trying hard to get better. My New Year’s resolution was to improve my personal chopstick skills, and I’m pleased to say I am swearing LESS while I try to eat with them. Corrie wields chopsticks like a deadly weapon. No item is safe from her. She could build an empire and raise a harvest armed only with those two little bamboo sticks.

20 years old but we only had one birthday candle. I scoured every kitchen cabinet for more to no avail. Darn it, COVID! We are out of practice with parties!

The cake was delicious.

Her present from Helen: a Frida Kahlo lapel pin. It suits Abbey perfectly!


Car messages

I think these speak for themselves. I am sometimes surprised at what fellow motorists say to the world.

Dietary advice.

Past history.

Pride in their heritage.

More dietary advice.

For the record, I have three stickers myself on my own car, so I am participating in the communication. Mine are an equals sign, the word “Human”, and “Forney Fine Arts.” Those make sense together to me.


Two shoes and a hat

Sunday, driving home from church, I saw a shoe in the middle of the road. Right there in the middle of the access road off the highway next to the Forney, TX Dairy Queen. 10 yards further, another shoe. At the turn, a baseball cap. I had a sudden vision of finding more and more articles of clothing strewn up the road, and a naked person running away!

And the wistful magic of the image just grabbed me – what would that feel like, to strip off every encumbrance and fly away? I feel like I have spent a year hunkering down, staying in one place, holding it all up. Do you feel like that?

On the other hand, inviting you to meet me in the middle of the access road so we can throw everything off and run away is just insane. And, even if we get rid of everything weighing us down on the outside, what will we do about the stuff on the inside?

This is Holy Week, which is a heavy week theologically and a busy week from a scheduling standpoint. (There have been church services and track meets and work schedules and allergy symptoms and all manner of junk. Somebody save me.) One of my churchworker friends calls this Holy Moley Week. Another one calls it Hell Week, which is more direct, although possibly less kosher.

This has been a week of letting go of certain things for me. I have spent 20 years and a whole degree in a liturgical religious tradition My current work is at a liturgically ‘lighter’ church, so all of Passion Week looks and feels different. It is an opportunity for me to learn and grow and change, to try and see what is important to the people around me and support them in what is needed. Which makes me feel unsure because I don’t always know what to expect. I am back to being the person who does not have answers, just questions.

Perhaps this is a space where life (God) is offering me the chance to let go and be present with this. I do not have to hold it all up. I do not have to know the answers. I can breath in and breath out and do the next thing I know to do.

Joyce Rupp, “The Easter Challenge”, from Out of the Ordinary: Prayers, Poems, and Reflections for Every Season. Ave Maria Press: Notre Dame, 1993.

Every year it happens:
earth shakes her sleepy head
still a bit wintered and dull,
and feels new life stirring.

Every year cocoons give up their treasures,
fresh shoots push through brown leaves,
seemingly dead branches shine with green,
and singing birds find their way home.

Every year we hear the stories
empty tomb, surprised grievers,
runners with news and revelation,
unexpected encounters, conversations on the road,
tales of nets filling with fish,
and breakfast on a seashore.

And every year
the dull and dead in us

to be open to the unexpected,
to believe beyond our security,
to welcome God in every form,
and trust in our own greening.