What's with November?

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This is the cow. The cow that, when we were walking through the streets of Mussoorie, my cousin Jessie wanted to pet. See the fingertips at the bottom of the frame? It so perfectly commemorates that moment for me. This also the cow that, Ronnie, our Indian cousin, told Jessie NOT to pet because Indian cows sting. She looked at me doubtingly, and I nodded in agreement.

Jessie, who was twelve years old at the time, has kept in touch with Ronnie by email since we returned from India nearly two years ago. My dad called me this morning to tell me that Roni and his brother, Honey , were killed in a car accident last night. How is it that my grandfather's death last week barely phased me, but this tears me apart? I feel kind of guilty about that, but Ronnie was such a joyful, genuine person. He was impossible not to like, and he had such a great sense of humor. When my uncle gave the Christmas sermon at the children's home in English that year, Ronnie translated for the kids, imitating every gesture my uncle made. He had the kids roaring with laughter. It was a funny sermon to begin with, but nobody could have contributed more as a translator than Ronnie did.

I wish I had a better picture of Ronnie (that's him on the right), but I can't seem to find one. Ronnie's grandmother had leprosy, so his mother grew up at the children's home that my great grandparents started, and eventually took over managing it, so Ronnie grew up there too. My grandmother's foundation had been funding his journey through dental school. He would have been done next year! Amazingly, while he was in school, he decided to adopt two young boys. I haven't heard what happened to them, but I hope they are okay.

Everyone in my family cared very much for Ronnie. I can't believe that this happened so close to my grandfather's passing, and almost exactly a year after my Aunt Analea died.

And to think, I was planning to post a short blog about the woodpecker that woke me up this morning when my dad called.

Revival

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Oh Man, I just started a post about how I hadn't posted anything since halfway through our trip and so much has happened since then, but in trying to figure out how to link flickr to my blog, I managed to lose what I'd written. So instead, I'm going to keep it simple and share this picture of Hong Kong at night. It was taken from the ferry, and I love that one of the buildings was too tall to even fit in the frame. If I could have seen the screen a little better I might have been able to capture it, but I think that I did pretty well shooting in the dark.

A lot has happened since then. Wonderful things, and lately some frustrating things, but I've decided that I want to be more involved with the blog community, so I'm going to start writing more and sharing photos (if my dinosaur computer remains up to the task). There are so many blogs that I love to read, I want to extend my gratitude and return the favor. I'm also tossing around the idea of putting together an etsy shop, among other things. Something that probably won't happen until this summer, but it's been on my mind for a while. One of my good friends has done it, and seems to be doing pretty well. Check her out: Amy Ambros

I'm looking forward to spending more time here, nesting and making myself at home. Everything's still in boxes, but I'll get it spiffed up soon. I hope you'll stay with me through the process!

Here's one more photo from Hong Kong. It's a close up of the Bruce Lee statue we went out of our way to find.