The State of Grace I am struggling with something. I have lived outside the United States for eleven and a half of my sixty-seven years (17.2% of my life). That was in Latin America (Venezuela for four years and Costa Rica for two years), Europe (Rome, Italy for three years), Asia (Tokyo Japan for a quick three months) and Toronto, Canada for two plus years. I would venture to say that is more foreign expatriate…
The Whole Nine Yards I’m not sure how widely known the expression is, but the whole nine yards has always been an interesting expression. Most people (including me originally) thought it had something to do with football. Ten yards being the first down distance that needs to be covered, it was logical to assume that it had something to do with covering the majority of the remaining distance for a first down, perhaps on fourth…
Wallowing in the Sunset Today was a big day for me in my deck journey. After nineteen weeks of work (that is 126 days or over four months), we moved all the furniture out onto the deck. The glass railing doesn’t go up until Monday, but the railing people have said the deck furniture should not interfere with their work. We have guests coming on Tuesday, literally right after the railing is finished being put…
The Peaceful End of Day It has very suddenly become summer here on this hilltop this week. I’m not sure I’ve ever felt a season come on me so quickly and assuredly. One day it was cold, too cold for shorts, too cold to dine on the patio, too cold to see buds on plants. In the last two days that has all changed. I am wearing shorts every day, probably not to do otherwise…
Lunch With Marissa I feel a bit like I am over-telling the story, but nonetheless I want to describe my lunch yesterday with my new-found half-sister Marissa. To begin with, we agreed to meet in Pasadena, so that choice deserves some attention since it seems to govern a great deal of my travel decisions here in Southern California. My main driving objective when heading north is to avoid Los Angeles traffic at all costs. While…
Losing Friends I may have mentioned along the way that I have moved primary residence twenty-three times in my life. That averages to a tad more than two years in a residence. While that average appropriately characterizes my high level of movement over my life, the three longest stays in one place were nine years in the South Street Seaport (where I met Kim), seven years on Canterbury Road in Rockville Centre (where my two…
Becoming Emodiverse OK, I presume you are like me and had never heard the term emodiverse. We all understand how important diversity is, right? Well, its not just culture and ecology that require diversity. Our emotions apparently also need a degree of diversity to be the healthiest they can be. The simplest way to think about this is that we need some bad times to fully appreciate the good times. The same is true of…
Letting the Sun Shine Kim and I sit on the sofa most nights while the afternoon turns to evening, listening to the day’s news and wondering about the state of the world. The current debate playing out on the national stage seems to be focused on whether government is an instrument of good or bad. Are we in 1930 and in need of the helping hand of FDR, or are we in 1980 when Reagan…
Mater Gladiatrix Today is International Women’s Day and I am inclined to write a story about the two most meaningful women that have shaped my life. They are my mother, Dr. Ludmilla Ann Uher Prosdocimi Marin Jenkins and Kimberly Ann Grogg Marin. I use all of their names because women have the mostly unique experience of living with the historical convention of assuming the surname of their husbands. This gives rise to many machinations and…
History for History’s Sake We were just visited by my nephew Jason. Jason is my sister Barbara’s oldest child and he is now over forty years old though he always seems younger to me. Jason did not go to college where his younger sister attended Cornell University as an undergraduate and went on to get her veterinary degree at Kansas State. Jason has supported himself by being a specialized garage door guy who apprenticed with…