For years I kept journals -- in composition, spiral bound, and French graph paper books. This blog is an attempt to get back to writing and documenting the world around me using photos, newspaper headlines, and other articles.

Sunday, June 10, 2012

Friendship

I'm on the couch at Mom and Robert's, watching the French Open finals between Rafael Nadal and Novak Djokovic.  No matter who wins, it will be "historic."  Nadal is going for 7 French Open wins, beating Borg's record.  If Djokovic wins, he will have the career Grand Slam, while holding all four majors and will have beaten Nadal in all four to get them. 

Yesterday was very sweet.  The morning started off right with a great karate class.  The studio was crazy busy.  The pee-wee class was going on the back.  Mr. Hebert was giving a make up test to 10 students on the mat side of the room and Mr. Franz was teaching the regular class.  Focus was the word of the day.  We started with the regular warm up and stretches, followed by kicking drills, then moving forward in stances and combination kicks and punches.  We ended the class with forms.  After two small week day classes, I enjoyed the energy of the big group.

After class, Selim and I headed straight for the Ashram.  We hadn't made the drive over in weeks.  Since we were coming over, Amy and Jacob decided not to go to Boston.  We ate lunch at their house and then went to the lake.  The boys put on their wetsuits and had the best time in the water.  Amy and I stayed dry on land and didn't have to referee from shore that often. 



They put on wet suits, goggles and at times, booties...






swam...




with water guns...




played on the blue floaty chair...






on the surf board or base of a windsurfer...







until their hands were raisinesque.



At one point, even Luna got into the action with the special pet life jacket, which she didn't enjoy.




The water play was followed by snacks on the float/boat.



We had wild life sightings of a great blue heron




beautiful butterflies



a loon and water snake that I didn't get to document.

In the evening, we drove down the road to Shipp and Judith's.  Mira is up and wanted to have a "modeling" session in the woods at their house.  She had set up lights and props in the woods.  We (Selim, Megan, Veera and I) were dressed in our pajamas and we were tasked with moving -- dancing, walking, posing, climbing the ladder, digging, creating stick sculptures.  In the end, we loosened up a little and interacted with each other more.  We laughed a lot.  Selim did great -- he whacked sticks, climbed trees, was game to participate and didn't complain when towards the end, the mosquitoes were out in force.




When Mira had taken enough pictures, we went inside.  Robert came and picked up Selim which gave me a chance to hang out.  Mira, Veera and I took our mugs of tea and went upstairs for some girl talk.  I didn't glance at my watch until 9:40 and realized that I better get back.  There is something about connecting with friends of long standing.  Even though Mira and I have lived in the same area for only 4 or 5 years out of our 37 years of knowing each other, when we can be together, we pick up right where we left off.  It is easy, fun, and so sweet.

I'm so lucky to have these friendships.  It has been a great, restorative 26 hours.

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