After 12 years I came back here on vacation even though work has brought me here a few times in between which does not count. I think in A's eyes this should look like a Nickle City or Chuck-e-Cheeses but for grown ups.
I truly do not enjoy gambling. Haven't stopped at one station yet.
Today we walked, and walked, and walked almost the whole day. I hope I have shed some extra pounds (beyond what is needed for the baby) today.
What is really nice about this trip though is how family is with us. It is great from all angles. Many partners to chat with, many occasions to laugh, and several people to watch A at any time. He seems really relax and happy. I am so happy for him.
What is the nagging thought ruining my so called "vacation" is "work". I woke up thinking about it and am going to bed after working several hours non stop on it. Everyone tells me to relax and enjoy but I can do neither although I try to at least enjoy the memory of it all.
Friday, December 28, 2012
Tuesday, December 25, 2012
Change of Plans
I was hoping to make a short trip to Lake Tahoe to ski or hike or relax or work some, based on the moods. But most of the people preferred to go to Las Vegas instead. Longer drive now and less variety of activities. It's hard for me to imagine working there but I have to.
Now, if we were in Tahoe, I suppose most people would go skiing and a couple would go to a casino. I, however, cannot ski right now, both because of a stiff shoulder lately and, mmm, because I'm expecting :) So, I would take my book and laptop and would sit by a fireplace in a local coffee shop. I'd get me a cup of hot cocoa and work a few hours. Then I'd get a sandwich and a cup of tea and read my book until the family comes back. Perhaps even if I have time will take a stroll around the block and look at the local shops for a small souvenir. That's at least what I like to think about right now.
PS: for the few hours I slept so far I was dreaming about A and his presents. Merry Christmas!
Now, if we were in Tahoe, I suppose most people would go skiing and a couple would go to a casino. I, however, cannot ski right now, both because of a stiff shoulder lately and, mmm, because I'm expecting :) So, I would take my book and laptop and would sit by a fireplace in a local coffee shop. I'd get me a cup of hot cocoa and work a few hours. Then I'd get a sandwich and a cup of tea and read my book until the family comes back. Perhaps even if I have time will take a stroll around the block and look at the local shops for a small souvenir. That's at least what I like to think about right now.
PS: for the few hours I slept so far I was dreaming about A and his presents. Merry Christmas!
Monday, December 24, 2012
Christmas Eve and A
This is a unique Christmas eve at our house. For the first time in A's life we are actually home. Add to that the fact that my dad and stepmom are here and my siste S and brother-inlay are arriving from Canada in an hour enshala. On top of this all we have a Christmas tree and lots of presents.
I have tried imagining A a few times waking up to,or row and opening all the presents that are his. He was worried that someone would stay up past midnight tonight and Santa doesnt show up. We assured him before putting him to bed that we will make sure all is quiet at home by midnight.
I am glad he can imagin all the magic. I think this will help him undesrtand later on that not all he sees is real and not all he cannot see is unreal. It's essentially a philosophical teaching in addition to developing his imagination.
Merry Christmas to all who believe and all that can imagine!
I have tried imagining A a few times waking up to,or row and opening all the presents that are his. He was worried that someone would stay up past midnight tonight and Santa doesnt show up. We assured him before putting him to bed that we will make sure all is quiet at home by midnight.
I am glad he can imagin all the magic. I think this will help him undesrtand later on that not all he sees is real and not all he cannot see is unreal. It's essentially a philosophical teaching in addition to developing his imagination.
Merry Christmas to all who believe and all that can imagine!
Saturday, December 8, 2012
The Story of Two Books
A chilly autumnal afternoon, a sweetened cup of tea, a pair of slippers, a blanket, and two books. And such a contrast!
I am reading Shirin and Khosrow's story from Nezami's book of poems, of course in Farsi. The story goes back centuries and this version is from about 800 years ago. Nezami starts the book with praising God and thanking him for giving him the talent to write. The he talks about love. Oh! Such an amazingly lovely depiction of love. Finally after praising the prophet and the king and all he starts the story of Khosrow. Such mystery! Such beauty! Such elegance in his words! What is the most apparent to me this time (every time I read a book I find a new appearance) is its simple purity and its pure simplicity. How fortunate I feel to be able to read and comprehend Farsi for such treasures in our literature!
I am reading Picture if Dorian Gray, by Oscar Wilde, from 1890. I must say, I am enjoying the writing. And I am most curious to know where it all ends. The emphasis by Lord Henry Wotton on beauty and fulfillment of senses is interesting to me. And the helplessness in Dorian admitting to impermanence of beauty.
In both books there are much depictions of the apparent beauties: faces, hair, bodies.
Both books refer to lust, a lot.
Yet, the former book has a sense of love in it the latter lacks. Hence, it feels more moral, more humane even perhaps.
No conclusion yet though, as I am still in the middle of both books. Perhaps, to be continued.
I am reading Shirin and Khosrow's story from Nezami's book of poems, of course in Farsi. The story goes back centuries and this version is from about 800 years ago. Nezami starts the book with praising God and thanking him for giving him the talent to write. The he talks about love. Oh! Such an amazingly lovely depiction of love. Finally after praising the prophet and the king and all he starts the story of Khosrow. Such mystery! Such beauty! Such elegance in his words! What is the most apparent to me this time (every time I read a book I find a new appearance) is its simple purity and its pure simplicity. How fortunate I feel to be able to read and comprehend Farsi for such treasures in our literature!
I am reading Picture if Dorian Gray, by Oscar Wilde, from 1890. I must say, I am enjoying the writing. And I am most curious to know where it all ends. The emphasis by Lord Henry Wotton on beauty and fulfillment of senses is interesting to me. And the helplessness in Dorian admitting to impermanence of beauty.
In both books there are much depictions of the apparent beauties: faces, hair, bodies.
Both books refer to lust, a lot.
Yet, the former book has a sense of love in it the latter lacks. Hence, it feels more moral, more humane even perhaps.
No conclusion yet though, as I am still in the middle of both books. Perhaps, to be continued.
Old Old Songs
Old old songs are those that in my parent's collections were called "old songs". Just for the sake of it!
Darvish, Golpa
Darvish, Golpa
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