Monday, August 15, 2022
India at 75
Sunday, August 14, 2022
Easy like Sunday...
Some things didn't happen--Pride got rained out on Saturday, grocery shopping didn't happen today... we did get Insomnia Cookies delivered both days though 🙃.
My sense of content is overlaid by the knowledge that there's a train ticket back to Milwaukee on Big A's phone for tomorrow.
And that Nu and I start school next week. I should remember to do weekends like this when we're back.
Pic: (secular) stained glass at UU Lansing.
Saturday, August 13, 2022
rakhi talk
At came over and the four of us headed to the movies (for the first time since the pandemic?). We saw Nope (I'm still processing).
Back home, we had a nice puja for Rakhi. Traditionally, sisters tie rakhis on their brothers' wrists, but we've been bypassing gender and species rules for years now, so At, Nu, Scout, and Huck all promise to love and protect each other. I wish my sister and I had done this for each other instead of bemoaning the fact that we didn't have brothers all those years ago. We always did the love and protection--we should have gotten the bracelets too.
Pic: Nu's bracelets at breakfast this morning (I forgot to take photos yesterday).
Thursday, August 11, 2022
Sir Salman
Really unsettled today by the stabbing suffered by Salman Rushdie, whose brilliant and provocative work is the basis for whole disciplines. I and hosts of others made academic articles/positions/reputations based on his work. And he was always so amiable and cordial every time I met him.
I'm not a fan of his later work, recent politics, or aspects of his personal life (I stopped buying his books when he supported Roman Polanski), but I cannot forget how breathtaking and eye-opening Midnight's Children was when I first read it or how poignant Haroun and the Sea of Stories was when it came out ... I remember thinking I didn't know you're allowed to do this with language... I didn't know you were allowed to write about this...
I hope he makes a full recovery.
Back in 2006, I copied this extract from an article in The Telegraph:
It has not escaped his attention that living under a fundamentalist threat was once a solo occupation for him. Now we all are.
"That's true," he says cheerfully. "And I think we all are in the end making the same choice that I made all those years ago which was, you just have to get on with your life. You know, in the end, that is all you can do."
Wordle to the rescue
Wordle scores are really worth nothing, but somehow they turned out to be super important to me this summer.
This summer has been a time of disruption: Big A's new job in a different state (WI since June-July); Nu's health (ER in May and June, outpatient all July); stalled house and roof repairs (since May and ongoing). I want to acknowledge how these big things led to lots of secondary issues: I got no significant writing done, my garden and garden plans were obliterated, bills are mounting, ditto anxiety, and on and on.
Wednesday, August 10, 2022
wild as me
Tuesday, August 09, 2022
selective
I took this picture of three generations of Big A's side of the family today. Perhaps the only picture of these three together we'll get this year as Grandpa G heads back to NC for the rest of the year.
It kind of a looks like they're in a garden to me. I guess that's my super power? Haha.
And I guess the important thing is that we found time to make this happen despite everyone's crazy end-of summer and vacation schedules.
Celebrating
Still feels unreal that At is now a 25-year-old, but we made it official with birthday biriyani, presents, and cake today. I think about all...
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Friends and old neighbors shutting it down in honor of John Crawford. _
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I have the feeling that I’m going to succumb to the season and put out a list of resolutions soon. Just wanted to establish this heads up th...
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At had us pose for this pic up at Aunt R's place on Lake Huron so he could put it up in his dorm. "Don't tur...