Report of 24 Jan 2016
Hello all!
On our balcony, with the breeze blowing, the sea visible - very therapeutic, though we are well outside the city making for very long commutes.
Naren left this morning, somewhat uncertainly as we do not know if his destination, Newark, will be open for air traffic later today. The blizzard is making news here, also. Postponing his journey warranted change fees, so he was loath. As much as we travel, we hold our breaths when our sons journey: too much suspense en route, too much of the airlines mostly not caring for those with inexpensive tickets.
We are well. We attended all the ceremonies related to the wedding of Patricia, the daughter of close friends, Joan and Mohanraj. It was all lovely, with every sensation of being with family. My sister-in-law, Diane, was here for 2 of the 4 ceremonies and enjoyed them; Naren came with us to the wedding, and both guests were warmly welcomed and appreciated. Patricia is a delight, as is her new husband, Tim.
The Banyan is wonderful. Diane came with me to our seaside clinic, Kovalam, and I saw what we do through her eyes. It was rote for me, but she loved it and took lots of pictures. I imagine caring for the impoverished for free counts for something; having done it with the Banyan for so long, it is just work - nothing else, not nobility, magnanimity, consideration, nada. Just work. Nice work.
We saw a couple of movies last week, with Naren - "The Danish Girl" and "The Hateful Eight." Both were fine. We are avid Quentin Tarantino fans and love his absurdity, as well as his clearly-defined characters. We also went out to eat yesterday; going out with the boy(s) to an all-you-can-eat buffet is an unbridled delight as they eat, and eat.
We will be off this week to Mysore and Madurai for a couple of death ceremonies. As with birth, so must death come. The family matriarch, aged 93, passed away 10 days ago and the 11th day ceremony is tomorrow in Mysore. My handsome brother, Manu, died on 26 Jan 1999 and we will go to the cemetery with my father on Tuesday. Hanging with family will be therapeutic at these venues.
Unw -
R
On our balcony, with the breeze blowing, the sea visible - very therapeutic, though we are well outside the city making for very long commutes.
Naren left this morning, somewhat uncertainly as we do not know if his destination, Newark, will be open for air traffic later today. The blizzard is making news here, also. Postponing his journey warranted change fees, so he was loath. As much as we travel, we hold our breaths when our sons journey: too much suspense en route, too much of the airlines mostly not caring for those with inexpensive tickets.
We are well. We attended all the ceremonies related to the wedding of Patricia, the daughter of close friends, Joan and Mohanraj. It was all lovely, with every sensation of being with family. My sister-in-law, Diane, was here for 2 of the 4 ceremonies and enjoyed them; Naren came with us to the wedding, and both guests were warmly welcomed and appreciated. Patricia is a delight, as is her new husband, Tim.
The Banyan is wonderful. Diane came with me to our seaside clinic, Kovalam, and I saw what we do through her eyes. It was rote for me, but she loved it and took lots of pictures. I imagine caring for the impoverished for free counts for something; having done it with the Banyan for so long, it is just work - nothing else, not nobility, magnanimity, consideration, nada. Just work. Nice work.
We saw a couple of movies last week, with Naren - "The Danish Girl" and "The Hateful Eight." Both were fine. We are avid Quentin Tarantino fans and love his absurdity, as well as his clearly-defined characters. We also went out to eat yesterday; going out with the boy(s) to an all-you-can-eat buffet is an unbridled delight as they eat, and eat.
We will be off this week to Mysore and Madurai for a couple of death ceremonies. As with birth, so must death come. The family matriarch, aged 93, passed away 10 days ago and the 11th day ceremony is tomorrow in Mysore. My handsome brother, Manu, died on 26 Jan 1999 and we will go to the cemetery with my father on Tuesday. Hanging with family will be therapeutic at these venues.
Unw -
R
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