Oaxaca, Jaipur, Cape Town and Hershey

Home again.  We've been home already a week, and it really seems like we were in Oaxaca for more than a week. But we sure hit reality at Newark Airport at 2:00 in the morning. Minus something and minus something or other with windchill. But the car started the next day.

It sounds so boring when I sum up our activities – eating, walking, shopping, chatting, museum-exploring, and sleeping. Repeat. But what we like about travel is figuring a place out, going from being intimidated to owning it. Time to move on. On our last day, I said to Mary how much I appreciate Mexico each time I visit. We have many photos, but I'll just include one, a sample of the colors.

Since there are so many more important events. Joe and family are in Cape Town. What a setting. It's school break, and they have long planned to visit a friend of Leonor's who lives there. Her house is in the photo of Thomas below.

Daniel has left London, having finished his four-month course successfully. He's off on a European tour with friends from Chicago. His final project looked pretty awesomely complicated. Bill and Jen were supposed to go to London, but canceled, perhaps because his work trip fell through. They were busy with Theo's birthday party. He must be four?  Wow. 

Anyone else have a birthday?  Hope I'm not forgetting anyone.

Annie also traveled, to Jaipur, a city that is known for its textiles and international book fair. Also temples and palaces and elephants and camels.

Margaret didn't travel but is starting to feel contractions. The doctors moved up her due date to mid-March.

Janet also traveled, up to Hershey PA with a group of students from PDS on their winter project.

The weather continued to dominate our respective abodes. Peter said his driveway is still full of ice, and he had to get a plow in so the oil tank could be filled. The snow is piled high up in Fairport, and David shovels a little every day, because it snows a little (a lot?) every day. Andrew and Lur promised to send their warming temps our way, and it seems to be working. Thank you.

I saw our first bird in the window feeder today. We have seen evidence of dwindling stocks but this was our first actual bird. So, I decided to re-fill the feeder today which meant venturing over in the snow. Up to my knees.

So much more has happened – from Bad Bunny to spring training, from Valentine's Day to this long weekend.

Oh, now I remember. I had a birthday. Thanks for all your cards, calls and wishes.

Love from up here.   

 

Let it snow



Dateline Oaxaca. Mexico. Where Margaret had her birthday party last year. We couldn't resist when our Seattle friend Valerie said she was going to be spending a couple of weeks here in February. We'll be here just one week. Looking forward to no commitments, no schedule, and most of all no cold. 

Yes, snow and cold dominated not just family news but national news. We had our biggest snowfall since I've lived in Pittsfield, and judging by what we saw and felt driving and flying here, I'm pretty sure there were superlatives used to describe the weather everywhere. Heck, even in Dallas where we laid over for a few hours, it was 28 degrees. 

Something about a snowfall is exciting and fun. Watching it come down and then checking its progress every hour, gauging accumulation against some physical marker (a fence post or a lawn ornament), calling up or texting friends and family to compare - it's really magical.  We even ventured out. Mary wanted to shovel the walk, and it was so light, that the height didn't seem to matter. I, stupidly, walked over to the lake, trudging through a foot or more and listening to the tall pine creak and groan. Before falling on me, I imagined the obituary. 

Anyway, Chicago was spared the snow but got the cold; Fairport got snow from the storm and the lake, Washington got snow, then ice, and Princeton somewhere in between. 

The best part of the snow is grandchildren. Nobody enjoys snow like a kid. We loved taking the phone outside to show those folks in London or India what they were missing. We sent photos to Margaret who was on the beach in Mexico for a friend's birthday party what she was missing. Her photos that came back were of sun and sand and infinity pools. 

Worst part of snow? Ask Andrew S who spent 90 minutes digging his car out of the snow/ice. Or school cancelled but not work, or at least telework. 

Shoveling for us was almost easy until the plows dumped their slush at the end of our driveway that turned to ice in the negative temps. I didn't need to go to the gym that day. What a workout. 

When we look at the weather in Pittsfield this coming week, the temperatures won't get above freezing. Neither in Newark where we parked the car in a snowbank. I shudder to think what we'll face on our return. 

In the meantime though we'll enjoy the respite. 

Love to you all from aqui, abojo. 

John Dickson

Happy Pongal

 Picking up from last letter, I mentioned that everyone we knew was sick except for us.  Not no more.  Not for Mary. Down for the count with a fierce bout of flu. Moi, my advice is to buy stock in Airborne and Zicam. I'm okay for now but not so confident for the future. Right now, it's all Zicam and Airborne.

We're pretty sure the sickness didn't come from Washington DC where we joined Margaret and family for her birthday. No one there was sick. And, we had fun. From ice cream cake and presents to swim lessons and Simon-sitting, hide-and-seek to walks and naps, a good time was had by all. Margaret and Andrew went out for a karaoke party; hence the picture with Melodie, taken by Jeff who I understand doesn't sing. Doesn't sing?  Everybody sings.

We're hoping the London group is finished with their sicknesses.  Back from Portugal, Joe started his new job at the Embassy, so everyone there is off in different directions each day. Joe is working with someone who was in Toronto when we were in Ottawa. In Brazil, he worked with people we knew from Mexico City. Small world.

In India, it's Happy Pongal all around. You'll have to Google it, but you won't find mentioned that it's Annie's favorite celebration. She and Sankar just hosted their first sustainable living workshop, on avocado tree grafting.

Closer to home, we see videos of Ronan walking across the room.  Time certainly does fly. Pretty active boys in that household.

Up in Fairport, the news is all about home maintenance. They are putting on a new roof, with emphasis on the present tense. Now, in the middle of winter. Imagine climbing on a roof in this temperature. Anyway, given the racket and David and Paula's sleep schedules, we hope that it's finished quickly.

Pretty chilling temps in Chicago area as well, but they already did their roof replacement in the fall.  They had a long chat with Daniel who talked about his trip to Edinburgh and Amsterdam over the holidays.  Must have been good since his buddies are coming over for a multi-country tour of Europe once he's finished with his course.

The temperatures also hit home when we went to New Bedford for the annual Moby Dick marathon that they schedule for January because that's when a 21-year-old Melville departed on his first whaling voyage. All we could think of walking around that frigid city was setting out on a ship at that time of year. No way. Couldn't they have waited until May?

The marathon was fun, and not just for me. Mary enjoyed the enthusiasm and the arrangements.  People cheered and read with dramatic emphasis. I got to read in French. I knew it was crowded compared to ten years ago when we were there, but the whaling museum wrote afterwards and said over 3000 people participated.

From New Bedford, we headed to Boston for Mary's cardiologist check-up (all good) and on the way we stopped in Taunton Mass. We had four ancestry clues to look up and struck out on each of them, but we did find a Deane Street. Uncle All's old hand-written genealogy, now updated by cousin Jay, takes the Deane family in Taunton back to the 1630s. We'll have to go back when the local history museum is open to find the John Deane and Nathaniel Deane houses as well as the former's tombstone.

Speaking of ancestry, Mary got a calendar in the mail that one of her cousins puts together that also tells family history.  Pretty interesting stuff. Our house sits on but two of the 50 acres her family once owned on this street.

The days are indeed getting longer, so we're heading in the right direction, even if it will take a while.

Love from up here. Stay warm.