trip's start

As I sit here, once again across the street from the Atlantis I, I'm struck by the concept of travel, of moving my meatbag around the world.

Thursday 18 May 2006

Tuesday 2 December 2007 For more than 35 years I've suffered the pain of leaving one very special old lady. When I was a child I didn't understand her dramatic caveats of "if we see each other again." My response was one of several replies, including "wherever you are, there I'll go." This is comforting to her, and watching my kids spending time with their great-grandmother in the same places and circumstances as I did is comforting to me.

Now, with 72 hours to go before we leave, I'm finding that sadness once more upon me, lying over my shoulders like a thin, wet sheet. Omi Marga really took to my latest invitation that she visit Felicia and me - an invitation frequently given by both of us - and we've made plans for her to come to San Francisco next summer to celebrate her 95th birthday by staying a couple of months. (I'm thinking of making a movie about her cooking style, given that she's still happily spending time in the kitchen. I did document the matzoh ball soup saga a few years ago.)