Whenever I have guests for dinner, I tell then when it is time to end the event. Either I sense there is no more to talk about, or I am tired and ready to have them leave so I can do dishes and clean up. My friends like this. No one is ever concerned about staying too long.
I had a party. There were 24 people in the house. One friend asked if it was time to leave, being cute. I said it was not my choice this evening. My 14-year-old grandson was there. He knows nothing about my ritual. I said, “Isaac, is it time for the guests to leave?” He was engaged in conversation with someone at the time. He looked at his watch and said, “Not yet.” I asked him when they should leave and he said, “7:15.” I asked him the current time and he said “7:10.”
My friends all laughed and suggested Isaac and I are related.
Isaac and Ari went to camp. I mailed them cards before they left because it takes a while for them to reach the camp. I received a card from Isaac from Canada, not long after he left. When they returned, I spoke with both and thanked Isaac for the card. I told Ari I was aware he had sent his aunt a card. He said that he did not have time to write this year and reminded me there was one year when he sent no one a card.
I choose to let this pass.
Played Boggle with Isaac and Ari yesterday. It was not shocking that I had a longer list of words than they did. On the first game, I had the word dee.” Ari asked me what that meant and I told his it was the word for the letter D. On the third game, Ari had the word dee and said with a smile, “I got it.”
A quick learner. One of the values of playing with kids.
Erik has worked for years to create new programs for the San Francisco public schools. Last week one of the hotels in the city gave him space to introduce these programs to interested students, parents, educators or others. What a treat. Each program had students who told about their program and answered questions. Faculty was available. In SF, students apply to the high school they want to go to, so what programs are available and where they are is pertinent information.
My grandson Isaac just applied. I wish him the best.
My dear friends Ken and Pauline invited me, Isaac and Ari over for dinner. They had sparkling cider for the boys, wine for us. We all drank out of wine glasses. During dinner, the conversation had a political theme at times and I wondered if the boys were bored. After dinner, Ken invited to boys to his music room. Ken is a wonderful guitarist. They went and Pauline and I chatted with a background of guitar music from upstairs. I later discovered that Isaac and Ari had played electric guitar and ukulele.
I was so appreciative that we each had an environment that was enriching and enjoyable.
It is nice to share our interests.
My 13-year-old grandson Isaac left for three weeks of camp. He will return just before his Bar Mitzvah. He was gone two days and broke his arm. He tripped and put his arm out to break the fall. He came home (a four-hour drive) to see his doctor. It was determined he needed his arm reset. At this appointment, he was given a choice of having a local or a full anaesthetic. He chose the former and told me it was very painful. He got a hard cast which goes above the elbow.
He went back to camp but must return to be x-rayed next week. His cabin in going backpacking, which he was really looking forward to, and he cannot go.
This has meant a few four-hour trips and disappointment about limiting activities at camp.
There is value in learning that we are able to get through very painful and unexpected events in our lives. And for Isaac to learn he was able to handle it so well is very meaningful.
He is so resourceful.
I was working and the doorbell rang. I went to the door and a boy around three-years-old was on the porch. A man on the sidewalk said to him, “Hurry and come to me.” I thought the boy had just playfully rung my doorbell. As he walked down the steps, I began to close the door. As I did, the man said, “No. There are flowers there.” I opened the screen door and notice a bouquet. I thanked him, took the flowers and went inside.
That was why the boy had rung the bell.
The flowers were from my daughter wishing me a wonderful entry into a new phase of my life.
It is so meaningful to have loving people in my life.
My favorite son Erik Rice is Director of College and Career Pathways for the San Francisco school district. Last night I went to the annual event that showcases the programs offered in the schools. What enhanced learning this is.
I was greeted at the door of the Palace Hotel by students who were welcoming and offering guidance to those who had questions. I walked into the main room which was filled with tables displaying the programs, students explaining the programs and answering questions, faculty of the programs and many visitors. It was incredible.
The students at each display explained the focus of the program and what they had learned. They represented each of the high schools. The students were welcoming and enthused and knowledgeable. Most planned on pursing some aspect of the program they had taken.
It was inspirational and exciting to experience a progressive way of learning. The students are thriving.
When we moved to California six years ago, we had Isaac and Ari on Martin Luther King Day. They were eight and five at the time. We decided to go to Martin Luther King park. We took trash bags with us and picked up trash. We took about an hour. The act of contributing to the care of our community felt like a meaningful public service.
Last year we did it again. For reasons we did not understand, the primary trash we found were shoes. We filled our bags. Since the boys were older, they went closer to the Estuary to retrieve trash. We found the appropriate trash containers and filled them before we left.
Public service is something the boys are learning at home too. I wish more of us participated in it.
I missed you today, Ari and Isaac.
My nine-year old grandson Ari was in a school performance. I was not able to attend. My daughter told me that his dancing ability was great.
I did see the video. He danced with a large group of students to a Michael Jackson piece. They were dressed in appropriate attire for the decade. It was well choreographed and the kids clearly had learned and rehearsed the number.
I watched Ari. He had the moves. I imagined he and Julie and I doing a routine together, just as I did with her many years earlier.
The talent seems to be passing on.