Somewhere

One of my favorite songs but only because it's sung by Eva Cassidy.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Cj6M6SgqFPo

Zooming With Family

We had our second Zoom gathering with family today. Actually, our third.

March 15th evening - Kris and Safira's birthdays. The families in UK could not join us as it was in the middle of their night. It's always special when Jyoti and Sanjay join in as I see them so rarely. Glenn's family were all present. Nen, Tanisha and the Hosur gang were very late and missed seeing the birthday people.

April 11th morning - Glenn's 70th birthday. From experience I learned that the time spent together is better enjoyed when it is moderated. Gordie started with welcoming everyone. We sang Happy Birthday. The siblings and Mum shared a few memories we had of Glenn growing up. Gordon planned a quiz.Was nice that the UK families could join in. Also two of Sandra's brothers called in. Henry from Dubai and Sabu, I'm guessing from Kerala.

April 27th morning - Tanisha and Sanjay's birthdays. We also squeezed in a little for Nen as she had just had one. To date this has been our most successful conference. At least with regard to attendance.  Even Maggie was there. The only ones missing were Preeti, Chris, and Andy.

Mum relishes this time as she gets to see the faces of her children and grand-chidlren. With her headphones, she is able to follow the conversation.

Another Day Sheltering in Place

I went to Sprouts Market this morning. Other than taking a walk outside with Raphael, I haven't been to a place with other people. So it was strange and a little exhilarating to be shopping. Someone wiped down my cart handle at the entrance. All employees had masks on - a change from the last time we were there. The store was limiting the number of customers inside, so it was not crowded and easy to keep a distance from others.

No, I didn't have to lick my finger to open the produce plastic bags. They were already wet from handling the fresh produce.

Once home, I unpacked outside carefully, wiping down the items. I changed my clothes and washed my hands. Left my shoes out in the sunshine. It’s weird how everything appears the same and safe. I think about finding the right balance between overdoing things obsessively and or being careless.

Neither I nor Raphael can afford to become infected.

IF

It’s weird how this post starts out about Vinay Gaikwad, the eldest son of Samuel and Prema.
Tennyson and I worked as staff together with his parents at Spicer as young married couples, then later as young parents. We’d joke saying we’d arrange for our children to marry each other. Well, that plan sort of fell apart as both our first borns were boys.

Recently, Vinay and I have become FaceBook friends. He is a physician but also a talented musician who has begun posting videos of himself playing his violin, the guitar and piano. Sometimes he accompanies his wife’s singing, or they sing duets. Today he did a cover of If by Bread. It’s one of my favorite songs — which I’d forgotten about.

I read a NYT story this morning about an Indian female doctor who was infected at work and died as a result, leaving behind husband, mother and college freshman daughter. If only we could play IF for all those people dying alone. I listened to the original recording a few times and sent it out to all those on ventilators around the world.

It’s a song I’d like someone to sing to me on my death bed. A beautiful soft melody, the promise of someone by your side, embarking on an adventure together through the  galaxy. What’s not to like?

DAY 26 - SUPER MOON

Last night saw the rise of the super moon in the sky and on FaceBook. And though I stepped outside and looked up into its face last last night and early this morning, it couldn't move me.

DAY 21 - RAPHAEL'S BIRTHDAY

Last year celebratory plans were cancelled with Nic’s death. We had planned almost a year in advance to spend a few days in Porto, Portugal with his children and grandchildren to celebrate his birthday. Instead while Andrew hurried from Rio to Paris to be with his sister as she grappled with the new reality of Nic's serious condition, the day dawned with Raphael and me in this luxurious hotel suite while his daughter became a widow at 37, and two-year-old Sloane, fatherless.

Porto was rainy and without charm and I knew we'd never return but we did take long arduous walks through its steep narrow cobbled streets.

A month later as a consolation, I planned a neighborhood party. Preeti came and arranged the bouquets of flowers. He was happily surprised when Paul Pino and the Tone Daddies arrived and set up their band gear. And though the evening was a success, it probably didn't make up for the fact that his children were absent.

This year with the Covid-19 cloud hanging over our heads, we halfheartedly made birthday plans that scaled downwards quickly as we got closer to the day. Maybe we'd camp for a few days in Elephant Butte; maybe we'd take a day trip to Jemez Mountains; or have a picnic in the park. In the end we stayed home and ate the Bittersweet Mocha Bundt cake with a layer of raspberries marinated in Kahlua for breakfast, lunch and dinner. The day before, he had selected the recipe from "The Heart of the Plate" by Mollie Katzen, and low and behold, we had had all the ingredients on our shelves.

I scrummaged in our gift drawer and found a couple items that would have to substitute for my lack of planning and shopping ahead of time. I tissued and bagged them so he'd see it first thing in the morning. The man bar of soap was not just another bar of soap. At $12 the Los Poblanos soap according to its online description was a blend of sage, cedarwood and vetiver essential oils to create a uniquely earthy scent reminiscent of a day spent outdoors. Infused into a base of all-natural ingredients including beeswax and avocado oil, it forms a bar of soap that is as effective as it is enjoyable to use. And though the handcrafted cloth mouse that sat atop the bar as if it were a block of cheese made him smile, what had made the day was the awareness that we were well and together.

Then my phone buzzed with a text around 7 pm. "Come out. We want to wish Raphael a happy birthday," Outside on the street Todd was setting up to fire off a few rockets while Monica and her daughter danced to the Beetles blaring on a portable speaker. Other neighbors came out to the edges of their driveways and into the street in pajamas -- the trending fashion of stay-home comfort, and joined the party now in full swing. Maintaining proper social distancing, we hollered pleasantries to each other and pranced about; Merna played the tambourine; one of the twins tapped on a contrived instrument; and we all clapped wildly at each burst of the firecrackers.

The joyful voices ringing out in the thin desert air made me realize how much I had missed our close knit block of neighbors. And so another day in the continuing cascade of restrictions ended.