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Vacationing joy 12/4/2010 3:13:14 PM
What happens on the road
I am back home, trying to shed off jetlag, and, a few pounds, thanks to dinner invitations all over London and Brussels. I had a whole month’s vacation, yet it was not enough to enjoy family and friends. I lived through new experiences like crossing the channel to Brussels in two hours, with Eurostar. I re-bonded with old friends, met new faces, attended a fabulous play, War Horse in London, responded to dinner invitations and tried to keep up with family and my e-mail.
I realized I am missing out on all the wise cracks of my five-year old grandson, like the “carnivore” meal he refused to taste and yet loved when he did; the green sash he expects to “earn” at his Komfu course. and his shock when I said “I am shrinking.” He could not understand why I am using a cane while walking. Then one day, out of the blue, he asked if I was going to shrink to his size. Thereafter I delivered my thoughts carefully. Our messages to each other were tainted with age and outlook, full of confusing pronunciations like tomeytoes (tomatoes) and poteytoes (potatoes) and interjections of Armenian words that were well beyond his grasp.
Home is always cozy to come back to if it weren’t for the tub of newspapers and mail awaiting me, the e-mail messages overflowing my allocation, and piled up appointments and responsibilities to be taken care of stat. I find that, at my venerable age, I lack the energy levels to cope with the demands of normal life.
London’s cold and Brussels’ dampness crippled my gait, I’m looking at my knee replacement problem more seriously and am negotiating the surgery date. Christmas maybe overshadowed with temporary disability and I will certainly be suffering from mental meltdown if I don’t take care of the huge pile of charitable requests that obstruct my path to the computer. My housekeeping help has disappeared. All these are minor irritations. I am looking forward to the New Year with the perspective of managing life so that I have time to smell the roses. Will I ever see the day?
“It’s cold” I hear. Is it? Nof for me! After enduring the 1-6 degrees centigrade in London and Brussels, with rain drizzling down my spine, 51 degrees Fahrenheit is fine with me, come rain or shine. At least I can drive. Yes, being home has its advantages: Thanksgiving, partying through the New Year and beyond, and oh! driving on the right side of the street. Sunshine is God’s gift to California. Hurray! I am looking forward to revival on regenerated knees, a nonpareil freedom after using a cane for six months!
