It got done!
Thanks to the drivers, the crane guys, the set crew, the GC, the policeman, the Temple, the people from National Grid, the kind neighbors, and to the lovely visitors, callers and texters who accompanied us on this day.
and for a look at the “flying house” . . .
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These are the articles from the New York Times that my dear husband Hitesh cuts out for me.
First I have to say that we don’t generally even like restaurants. Food cooked at home is usually better. The exception for us is South Indian Vegetarian. The three of us have debated about whether it’s worth driving 4 hours to Queens for our favorite South Indian at Dosa Hutt. We never fail to miss this if we’re in the vicinity of New York. So you can imagine my excitement when I learned that a South Indian Vegatarian place, Dosa Temple, had opened up nearby on Somerville Avenue right across …
Viewed this blog entry on Teru Kumayana’s work in Afghanistan over 5 1/2 months. An award-winning photojournalist, Kumayana spent 10 years taking photos in Afghanistan for Newsweek and NGOs, and “five years trying to get out.” Realizing that “his photos didn’t end the war,” he went looking for “a different approach”. He was invited by a Marine officer whom he’d met 6 years before in Eastern Afghanistan to join his Batallion of over 1000 marines for a tour in Helmand, Southern Afghanistan. To his suprise, the officer obtained permission from …
We’ve been running out of plastic grocery bags for trash and storing of food, so I googled a bit to see if cloth bags might work for bread. The consensus I found was that linen might work well so Mohan and I sewed up this linen bread bag from a medium-heavy weight linen sample I had on hand accented by a bias strip of a lovely vegetable print that I also had on hand. We used two lengths of cotton thread for the double draw string. Will report back on …
The Guest House, by Rumi (Translated by Coleman Barks in The Essential Rumi)
This being human is a guest house.
Every morning a new arrival.
A joy, a depression, a meanness,
some momentary awareness comes
as an unexpected visitor.
Welcome and entertain them all!
Even if they’re a crowd of sorrows,
who violently sweep your house
empty of its furniture,
still, treat each guest honorably.
He may be clearing you out
for some new delight.
The dark thought, the shame, the malice,
meet them at the door laughing,
and invite them in.
Be grateful for whoever comes,
because each has been sent
as a …