This sorry looking orange is very scarred and looks as if it went into battle, with strange claw marks all over its orange body. There is one gash so deep that you can imagine the juice is about to burst from it!
Its skin is blistered and dry in some parts, and in others it is very moist with lots of jolly dimples. In some areas it is a dank yellow with brown scars and a very faint green, but in other parts it is a very dark orange. In one spot, there is a very large gash in the shape of a humming bird.
Tuesday, November 18, 2014
Wednesday, October 29, 2014
Monday, October 27, 2014
"Clara, we're going to The Lake. Put your socks on. Eva, you too. We gotta move cause the sun's going down and we want to see her."
I gather our equipment - the compact camera with the long zoom lens - and we swing by my parents' place and choose the best of the three sets of binoculars my Mother uses for bird watching.
We take the direct route to The Lake and stride briskly down to the water's edge, plop our things on a picnic table, and scan the scene first with our naked eyes: the inky stretch of water about a quarter of a mile from bank to bank, the long swathe of mottled yellow, red, and green above, and to our left, what look like giant futuristic spiders with gleaming silver legs flanking the water. Perhaps the generated electricity is pulsing through the approaching teams?
There are several boats - long, flat javelins with some specks of color gleaming in the sun, dark tooth picks stuck to their sides, moving in unison in and out of the water. Clara estimated they were going about a knot ("Oh, I like the boating term, Clara", Lucia says when later we make our confession). It would be hard to know except for the coaches' speed boats, leading the way with their megaphones, trees moving fast, I'm almost dizzy -
"Don't wash out, ladies. Keep the blade in from catch to release."
This is no Sunday afternoon fishing expedition - these people are on a war path.
The Lawrenceville boys, to our left, have their "swing" down - forward, pull, forward, pull, in perfect unison. They whoop their victory war cry, even though there's no opponent that I can see, and by the time I put the binoculars down to rest my eyes they're out of my field of vision.
We scan to the right, slowly focus the binoculars on an approaching boat, an eight, and catch the colored t-shirts. Male? Female? Female! I steady my grip and look at each girl. She's wearing dark glasses, hair pulled back in a pony tail with a white Nike headband beneath it, lavender jacket, hands gripping an oar, forward, pull, forward, pull.
"Clara, there's Lucia! There she is!"
We switch back and forth so that we can both get a look but I beg Clara not to take too long. We're just little ants with spyglasses on shore. The sun is making its descent; I wrap each side of my wind breaker firmly across my chest as the wind has picked up speed, gather our gear, and head to the car, satisfied that we have fulfilled our mission.
Wednesday, October 22, 2014
His dream was to take me camping to a gem of a town he discovered through a friend of ours in rural Pennsylvania called Jim Thorpe. In the end, as you may guess, we compromised. Check out the final photo to see what I mean :)
Tuesday, October 7, 2014
UPDATE (October 14) - Thank you so much for your prayers! Colette is doing much better, went home yesterday and will have surgery once her insides are in better shape. Apparently her appendix did rupture and so it was not prudent to operate when it first happened. At any rate, she is happy to be sleeping in her own bed now, as are her parents! I will let you know when she goes in for surgery, which they are hoping will only be laparoscopic. xoxoxo
Hello friends and family,
Could you please pray for my sweet niece Colette? She is in the hospital right now with appendicitis. It has been a tough hospital stay - they are controlling infection with antibiotics but she's still in pain, and getting iv's in and out is a traumatic experience for her.
Please pray that she get better today so that she can be taken off the pain medication and head home.
Also if you can pray for my sister, Irina, and her family, that they would get some rest, and peace, that would be wonderful.