Get set... go!

It is the last week of June and I'm ensconced in Peter and Ruma's abode where they live with Ruma's son, Bharat, and their son Indranaught, with Grace, and their daughter, Saivya brings her son daily to stay at Ruma's because it is summer and the opportunity/necessity for peaceful grandparenting is present. So, I join with her in 9:00 a.m. walks with Druva, after which she plays games of challenge with him and little, plastic, green army-men. A little later she lets him make sushi for lunch...

At night, Ruma and I usually go on the computer, where she's learned how to turn it off and on and we have created an email address for her. We're both delighted! Once or twice we've delved into the options offered by ebay, mainly looking for ways that their son, Rojeet (sp?), can sell his art. His art is certainly wonderful but what really amazes me are the bonsaii trees that he has created. One of them, an apple tree, ironically, is incredibly beautiful and has produced miraculous tiny fruit. Every night at 11:00 p.m., whomsoever is in the living room will cry out "Hagu time!," and those interested will deposit themselves on the couch for their daily dosage of news.

The garden behind the house undergoes subtle changes usually created by Natu and only noticed by those appreciable who can utilize the fruits of his labors and the bounty of his efforts in cuisine... He made a rice pudding that was totally unchallenged, meaning that it's the only rice pudding I've ever been able to eat. I find a certain, easy sense of falling into the redistribution of chores by unloading/loading the dishwasher each morning that I'm there because I was brought up categorically in that sense. One night, I cooked a pasta dish that I might have called adequate but seemed to satisfy everybody. As long as there were leftovers of meatballs and spaghetti, that was enough to procure anyone's looking for food the following day.

While I am here, I re-acquaint myself with my old friend, Magick (formerly known as Marilyn), and re-address ourselves according to our kids and the future. Since I am currently without ties, we'll have to do this later, of course, but our kids seem equally talented: her daughters through dancing (all three magically move in accordance of each other!) and my kids through music (one on drums, the other on guitar and ensuite, etc., etc.).

Also reacquaint myself with Rich who is interested in going to Tamil Nadu with me -- Rich is Jim's (my brother's) oldest friend; they both entered the Peace Corps in 1966. I remember meeting Rich when my mother and I dropped Jim off at JFK airport in May or June of 1966 to go to India. Later on that day, we have an accident on our way back to Flushing, Queens. We don't get hurt physically but the car sure does.