Bombay Letter 6

(Another early Bombay letter by my wife.)

April 5, 1998

Dear Family and Friends,

We’re in our new apartment now, fairly settled.  Our two household shipments plus our consumable shipment arrived the day we moved in, so we had LOTS of unpacking to do.  The most fun to unpack was the food: sure is nice to see, smell and taste something from home.  Aaron was happiest being able to unpack and set up his computer stuff, which includes a new scanner.  It’s pretty amazing what he can do.  Now all we need is our Internet connection and he’ll be all set.  That will probably be another week or so in coming.

We have a new maid already (with lots of others who wanted to be hired as well since the word got out quickly that we were looking for someone).  So far we’re quite pleased.  Her English is pretty good, though she can’t read it.  She’s also eager to work and doesn’t mind doing floors and bathrooms.  At this point, I still find it uncomfortable to tell someone what to do.  Sometimes it’s easier to do it myself.  But Patsy likes to say, “Just show me, madam, and I can do it.”  I gave her a new sponge mop I brought to do the floors with.  She asked me how to use it, then asked if she could just do it her way…by hand.  So we’re having to get used to each other, which I find stressful at times.  Continue reading

Posted in Bombay Letters | Tagged , , , | Leave a comment

Sunday Afternoon Notes

Drove to the General’s.  Woods along the GW Parkway peppered with dogwood and redbud, white and purple seasoning sprinkled among the early spring green.

Two automotive events tried to thwart the trip: a flashing dashboard light pulled us over to top off antifreeze (Leaking?  Gotta have it looked at.), and tough parking at Mt. Vernon, spring break guests’ cars jamming the lot.  Funny, this darned invention, the car, supposed to speed things up, can slow life frustratingly sometimes.

Love having Mt. Vernon almost to ourselves during cold winter weather, but miss the green, the blossoms, the plants.  Love the green, the blossoms, the plants, but don’t like sharing it with such large crowds.  Never satisfied. Continue reading

Posted in Whitecaps on the Potomac | Tagged , , , , , , | Leave a comment

More Neighbors

I hope you enjoyed meeting some of my neighbors who live around where I work in Washington.  I know they were glad to see you; new faces are always welcome around here.  In fact, not only does everyone keep asking about you (How are your friends?  Did they like us?  They were fun!), but they’ve been bugging me to invite you back.  And since several new folks have moved in since you last dropped by, I thought it was high time we took another stroll.

Made quite the splash when they moved in

I grew up hearing these called Tulip Trees.  Showy denizens of the neighborhood, they come on strong with their big, bold, fashion statements that practically shout: We are here!  Encounter us!  Which I do, and did, for the short time they emblazoned themselves on the scene.  They lose their flair so quickly, in about half the time as cherry blossoms.  It’s as if they use so much energy at the start, they don’t have enough left for the finish. Continue reading

Posted in The Life and Times of Union Center | Tagged , , , , , | Leave a comment

Dear Mom and Dad

Second week of April, 2011

Dear Mom and Dad,

Sorry for not writing sooner.  So much to see and do, with things changing every day.  Let me tell you a little about my life since that day you left me and my siblings here at the dorm.

Life here is incredible.  Those first few weeks I know you worried about us, me and my brothers and sisters out here, exposed to everything and anything.  It was very cold and windy and stormy.  But for me, living out in it, the experience was invigorating and exciting, maybe scary at moments, but, well, how can I say this; I feel like I’m stronger, more able to meet whatever the world tosses my way.  I know, that sounds a little cliche, but it’s true.

Continue reading

Posted in Garden: A Love Story | Tagged , , , , | Leave a comment

Down to the River to Pray – 3

Imagine our present, imagine our future. Tiny droplets of rain predict an abundance to come and in fact, one that’s already here. The path from today may be, will be a surprise. That surprise is a gift. Let’s take it.

Lord heal and save.

Posted in Devotion | Tagged , | Leave a comment

Requiem for Blossoms

Even with all my best efforts, I couldn’t halt the inevitable.  Six visits to the Tidal Basin couldn’t stop it.  Nearly 80 pictures, though pretty to look at, couldn’t capture and protect the sight.  Not even three essays, complete with photos, could arrest the formidable march of time.  The cherry blossoms, blowing and drifting in an inexorable snowfall hastened by a couple of windy, rainy days, with a small nod and fond smile back at us, standing there, mouths agape at what looks a little like a tragedy, are gone.

Now, look down to see the cherry blossoms

Continue reading

Posted in Whitecaps on the Potomac | Tagged , , , , , | Leave a comment

Duck 3

Duck and cover

(Duck Series Gallery)

Posted in Duck Series | Tagged , , , | Leave a comment

In the Matzo Factory

(or Not the Yeast of Their Worries)

(or To Rise or not to Rise)

Hello from Jerusalem,

I prepared for Passover exactly the opposite of how my observant Jewish neighbors here did.  I went out and stocked up on loaves of bread both sliced and pita (the latter I usually purchase fresh), and put them in the freezer.  Starting on Saturday, no product with any sort of yeast or leavening of any sort will be available for purchase anywhere in West Jerusalem.  My observant neighbors, the large numbers of Ultra Orthodox, and even some of my Reformed Jewish friends are preparing for Passover by cleaning out all such products.  People go to great lengths to get the yeast out.  They only eat peeled fruit during Passover (fruit is covered with natural yeast).  They put special filters on their faucets, lest some bit of yeast get in during this time.  I’m sure the observant take many more precautions I don’t know anything about.

I’m not going to get into a discussion of Passover at this moment except to say, because the Children of Israel were in a hurry to leave bondage in Egypt (actually, God told them to skedaddle), they didn’t have time to let yeast bread rise, so they hastily made a yeast-free variety to take on their cross-country journey to the Promised Land.  A part of the celebration, I think, is proclaiming solidarity with those freed, former slave ancestors.  Having a yeastless week is part of that piety.  If you want to learn more, type Passover into Google for scads of information about the amazing lengths observant Jews go to properly clean their houses, kitchens, utensils, cars and more, to make them ritually clean for this major, festive, Jewish holiday.

Continue reading

Posted in Jerusalem Letters | Tagged , , , , , | Leave a comment

That Tangy, Earthy, Greenish Fragrance

Got back from running errands Saturday morning to find the lawn people cutting the yard at our apartment complex.  Grass and me go back a long, long way; we’ve been associates for many years.  I played on neatly manicured lawns for what seemed, at the time, like eons, little millennia of my imagination.  I clipped it around flower beds when I was older, a transistor radio by my side the only thing to ease the drudgery under the hot, summer sun.  I also mowed miles of it for free at my own house, and for paying customers over many a junior high and high-school summer.

You’d think, after all that, I would hate the smell of the newly-mown stuff, but no.  On the contrary, it’s one of those smells that, with the first drag in Spring, I experience an almost electric jolt, a pleasurable shudder from that deep breath-full drawn through my nose, past my olfactory organs into my lungs and my whole being.  That tangy, earthy, greenish fragrance smells like love and childhood and life itself.  I savor it and feel young, which is to say, I realize how young I still am to be moved by this mysteriously powerful fragrance.  How can cut grass exert such an influence?  I don’t know how, I just know it does.

At this point in my life, I try to turn lawn into garden whenever possible.  Still, my ideal homestead has a little patch of grass, an elliptical lawn, enough for my grandchildren to play in and enough for me to mow, to smell, to love.

Posted in Childhood, Garden: A Love Story | Tagged , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

From the Bride’s Father’s Notebook – Day 9

Monday,  December 28

Why haven’t I been writing my whole life?  What a way to express so many feelings: joy, anger, surprise, hurt, happiness, and today, angst, something we’re all feeling right about now.  No reason in particular that anyone can put a finger on is making us feel this way, and yet everything is driving us a little crazy.  Things little and big irritate:  schedules, plans, food and clothes, cars, cakes and parties and, well, you get the picture.  The wedding, happening tomorrow, isn’t a bad thing, but somehow it’s the source of all this weirdness, these new things to do and feel, that’s making us all a little antsy.

I went back to the Irish pub today, this time with my sons.  I’m so grateful my relationship with each of them survived their teen years.  Listen: I’m not just talking about them; I’m afraid I was the one often hard to live with during that epoch.  Then at some point, maybe a gradual series of points, our relationship transitioned from being parent/child to adult/adult.  I cherish that.

Continue reading

Posted in From The Bride's Father's Notebook | Tagged , , , , , , | Leave a comment