One year turning into the next is exciting. I feel filled with hope and reenergized. It’s not about resolutions; I don’t really make goals. If I want to do something, I’ll just do it. It’s more about the feeling of knowing there’ll be new places to explore, relationships to grow, things to make, ideas to form, and lessons to learn.
WordCamps are informal, community-organized events that are put together by WordPress users. Everyone from casual users to core developers participate, share ideas, and get to know each other.
It was a great to see coworkers from far away places and talk to real live users and developers of WordPress and especially WooCommerce. I also sat in on quite a few talks and sketched some notes on my iPad.
At Automattic, we have an online design magazine at design.blog. It’s something that our Head of Design, John Maeda created and it has become a joint effort across all the designers and design lovers I work with.
Every Thursday we publish a new issue, which involves 2-3 articles from design leaders and a brand new homepage created by an Automattic designer. This week, it was my turn! I used the Paper app on the iPad Pro with the Apple Pencil to illustrate the cover. It was really fun and actually made me want to get back to my ink and watercolors doodles.
I was recently explaining my strategy when mountain biking up a seemingly endless hill. I ignore the voice in my head that says to stop the second it becomes too hard. I only stop after its nagged me a few times. This helps me get better at climbing and eventually I’ll only have to stop three times on the way to the top. And then two. And then one day I’ll make it up without stopping at all. 🙌
I do a version of this while descending. I try to only brake a little bit after my scared brain wants* to. Then I try to add a bit more time to that. And then a tiny bit more. This is my way of getting a faster and also helps me become more confident to shred the downhill sections, through rock gardens, around berms, over drops, or whatever comes my way.
Inspired by the $5 Starbucks drink and my much craftier sisters, I made my own green tea lemonade. For the perfect summer drink, you just need to grab two ingredients. I’m sure you can guess what they are:
My grandmother has had Alzheimer’s for the past several years. I’m told that she’s dying and doesn’t have much time left. My family has been sending me pictures and updates while I’ve been away and it has me thinking of the past.
We have always called her Grandmother. Everyone did, even if she wasn’t their grandmother. I never thought anything of it. In hindsight it sounds pretty formal and proper. I suppose she was in her own way. At the table, if we didn’t want to eat something, she wanted us to say “I don’t like it, but I’ll eat it anyway” and when we wanted to get up but others were still seated we had to ask, “May I be excused?”
She and my grandfather traveled the world and valued experiences over things. I don’t think they bought or replaced any one thing unless it was absolutely necessary, but went to every continent except Antartica. They would come back from their trips and show all of us grandkids slides of the photos they took. There’s over 40 boxes of slides, each with travel notes. When I went home for Christmas, we watched a few of them with her even though she wasn’t aware of what was going on. It brought back memories of being in awe of the far away places I saw while staring up at the projector screen in the living room of their house. I’m sure it had something to do with the fact I chose Egypt as the first place to try out my new passport.
Grandmother was an artist. We would draw and paint at her house and she would show us things she had done in the past. She had a pile of paintings and drawings in the attic. She would also take us on nature walks and we’d press the flowers and plants in between pages of an old phone book. She had a box of old clothes and kimonos for us to put on, clomp around the house, and of course get our picture taken. We heard her ‘wap, wap’ on her gigantic loom in the warm basement and saw the amazing rugs she made with it. The garden that took up half the yard was filled with food and flowers, and all I ever saw her use was the little trowel in her gardening gloves. She invented ice cream soup, which was fruit mixed with slightly melted ice cream. Her homemade ice tea was Grandmothers Ice Tea; there was nothing like it and if you didn’t grow up on it, you probably weren’t into it.
She made us laugh. She said “tinkle” and “plupas” when referring to going to the bathroom. We scrunched up our nose when she put olive oil on her face. She had a very distinct way of clearing her throat and placing her hands while praying that we would try to imitate. Her daily exercises were unlike anything we had ever seen and we were sure she had made them up herself. We heard she swam every morning the backyard pool was open, even when it was freezing out, sometimes in her birthday suit??
Summers growing up were spent at her and my grandfathers house. They had a pool and there always seemed to be tons of kids over. She would be outside, in her big sun hat. Her ice tea, the ice cream soup, and watermelon slices were always there too. We knew only to go inside if we were all dried off and only if we had to go to the bathroom. After we were done swimming, all the toys had to be fished out of the pool and the towels in the bath house – not hung up over the railings.
Grandmother knew a lot of things. She had this notebook with all sorts of lists and facts. She taught me how to write out and say Japanese numbers. I still remember them. She did the crossword every day to keep her mind sharp. I remember her telling us that it was important to exercise your brain, and that Alzheimer’s ran in her family so she wanted to do whatever she could to fight it. It came on slowly and took over until it now leaves her all but lifeless. I’m not there to see the worst of it now, but I have been remembering the good times and I think that is what she would want us all to do.
Update: Grandmother passed away just two days after writing this, on March 28, 2016.
Last March, my friend Parms* and I went on a 900 mile road trip to ski and snowboard. I was living in Chicago at the time and was itching to be in the mountains. She was having a not-so-stellar winter in New England and wanted that pow.
We met each other in Salt Lake City, rented a car and skied and snowboarded at 3 mountains in 3 states: Snowbird (UT), Sun Valley (ID) and Jackson Hole (WY). We stayed 3 days in Utah, 5 days in Idaho, and 5 days in Jackson Hole. We both work remotely so we were able to work in between being on the mountain, in the car, exploring the towns, and just hanging out.
*Her real name is Cheryl, but my friends and I call her Parms.