Tomorrow I will be flying – if British Airways cooperates – to the other side of the world, to the very tip of Africa, crossing two continents and an ocean, to settle my butt on sofagirl’s sofa in her Cape Town house.
At my end, it was an excruciatingly long and busy week – one that is not over yet. The flip side of it is that work takes my mind off the seemingly constitutional crisis my country appears to be in. Absolute madness. Here is a mixed bag of things that attracted my attention, a couple of them supplied by sofagirl. Counting down the days to my vacation….If you are a mother, have a wonderful Mother’s Day!
I frequently go for hikes in the mountains and canyons that surround Los Angeles, or in the desert a couple of hours from the city. I marvel at the views, at the wildlife large and small and at the flora but, especially with the flora, I have no idea what I am looking at. I could no sooner identify a brush or a plant than I could a mathematical equation. And it’s my loss, stemming from living in a culture that doesn’t place much value in such knowledge.
The woman with the crisp white coat who showed me into the darkened ultra-sound room was familiar. In fact, I remembered her well, because her name is Claudia, and she is from Brazil. It’s an odd examination, the ultra-sound: you are in a darkened room, in close proximity to a technician who slides a wand up and down your goop-covered abdomen (in my case), and stares at a screen, without uttering a word on what she is seeing. You can’t make aimless chitchat because she is concentrating so you are left with eyes turned towards the ceiling, wondering if she is seeing something you are not going to know about until your doctor calls you.