Waiting for the Mom

Interesting life this one.

I could start off nearly everything I write... ever... with that little sentance.

I have been waiting for my mom to get online for the past two hours. As Moldova is two hours ahead of us, and she said she would be home at three her time, that she has not been on and it is 3 London time means... I am about to give up.

Meanwhile, in another part of my brain, I am trying to keep in mind what is going on with other parts of my family. My 93-year-old grandmother broke her hip and has been moved to hospice as surgery would not actually help her and the experts have apparently informed my family there that this is it for her.

She has always been a formidable force in my family, this grandmother. And although she and I have not seen eye-to-eye on nearly anything, it is amazing to consider that someone is going through such a phenomenal transition right now. Someone I am related to. One of my foremothers. Someone I love.

And of course, it is this intellectual/emotional/spiritual detachment that is mitigating the actual distance I feel from my family, a distance that is about average of what the distance has been over the years, physically, but has changed as far as how often we are in touch because of all the technologies at our disposal. This distance is my own personal version of my family's comfort level, lacking much in the way of ceremony or shared ways of marking transitions.

And although for some reason my lunch made me really very tired for some unknown reason, and the heat probably isn't helping, I am set on getting out on my bike today, going to run some errands, pick up my UK equivalent of a social security number, visiting a yoga store where I applied for a job, and eventually end up at "Ally Pally" (Alexandra Palace) where I will read, relax, and probably write some more of my super-secret book.

Fighting through the weird tiredness is interesting though. I am afraid of having of having one of those auto-immune mystery diseases because as it stands now, I could probably sleep 9-10 hours a night anyway, and take naps! Amazing being of kapha constitution. No nap, gonna go!!!

Would tea help?

a letter to Liz

Hey Lizaliscious--

Psychic much? I just applied for a summer gig at a yoga prop/book/tea/mat/etc supply company to be their German customer support. It sounds like a sweet gig chock full of kindred spirits. We will see.

But yoga has been ranging widely in my psyschic terrain so we will see.

I am glad that the little ginger tin with note and singular earrings found its way to you and the other brilliant mommies.

I hope the distance isn't that big a thing, although it clearly won't be the same. Particularly as you and I seemed to just get things really cinched before I kicked off to this island.

Hum. Would like to see the photos. I don't know how that would work sans la familia.

I am thinking of starting a blog. Stay tuned. Will let you know.

Anyway-- i hope you have a great time in Cali as your facebookness seems to be indicating you are heading south. It is pretty hilarious. Everyone asks me where I am from and I say, Oregon. Everyone says, uh huh and nods. {Pause.} and I say, do you know where that is? And they say,

no.

And I say, north of California on the west coast. I am sure you have probably had the same conversation at some points.

PS you came up at lunch today. I was eating with Adrian, Tony and a few others at this pub way the hell out in the country and we were talking about the shortage of nurses in the states and the way they get paid more than over here and about the lack of spots in training programs, and Adrian was mightily impressed that you were in. He is so funny and laid back, he was sorta like, "Liz? The Liz I know?" yes, Adrian... Funny this lifetime.

I don't mean to dangle cuteness under your nose.

ANYWAY-- gonna go. Seem to be in a write-y mood. Maybe I will start my blog with this note to you.

Much love.
Big hugs.
Your MIT,
B