Friday, July 29, 2005


Early in 2004, I asked my doctor if he would please give me a letter of necessity to support the visa application to bring Marti here from Slovakia. He gave me the letter and told me that he has a friend whom he described as being “the nicest man I know.” He said that we should introduce them when she arrived.

I told Daniel what the doc had said. He didn’t pay that much attention to it but I said to him that as strange as it may sound, I had a really good feeling about this guy. Daniel was more inclined to thinking that perhaps we should wait to see if she gets her visa first and then we can start thinking about meeting this stranger that I had good vibes about. I was not prepared to brush it aside though and stressed to him that she would of course get the visa and he should not ignore the fact that I had a good feeling about this guy.

By the time she finally arrived here, the better part of a year had passed and my doctor had relocated to Colorado. After nearly two months of her being here, I emailed the doc and said I thought it would be a good idea to put them in contact with each other. Within a couple of days I received an email from Glenn and I in turn passed Marti’s email address on to him. It was interesting for me to see how the whole process of a blind date had changed from my day and within a couple of email exchanges an evening out for coffee was set up.

Marti of course questioned why I had not told her that I was going to email the doc before I did it and I told her that I purposely chose not to as I knew she would object.

It was fun and exciting waiting for the bell to ring and we giggled as we went through the scenarios of what we would do if she were greeted by a monster at the front door. Soon enough the bell rang, Ross opened the door, and within minutes gorgeous Martina came mincing down the stairs. I watched Glenn’s face and saw him fall in love, in that moment. The thumbs up and smile from Marti as she closed the door was clearly a good sign.

Four weeks ago Marti went home to Slovakia for three weeks vacation. Glenn joined her for the last ten days. By the time they returned, Glenn was a fiancé and Marti a fiancée.

Congratulations Glenn and Marti ~ you deserve each other and all the joys that life can offer you.
Added Later: I had to come back and mention ... he proposed in Slovakian. Is that adorable, or what?

Tuesday, July 26, 2005


Happy 62nd birthday. Only 51 more sleeps.

You can see it in a clear blue sky
You can see it in a woman’s eyes
You can hear it in your baby’s cries
You can hear it in your lover’s sighs
You can touch it in a grain of sand
Yeah hold it right there
In the palm of your hand

Feel it ’round you everyday
And hear what I’ve got to say
God gave me everything I want
Come onI’ll give it all to you
God gave me everything I want
Come onI’ll give it all to youI

saw it in the midnight sun
And I feel it in the race I won
And I hear it in the windy storm
And I feel it in the icy dawn
And I smell it the wine I taste
And I see it in my father’s face
And I hear it in a symphony
And I feel it in the love
You show for me
YeahGod gave me everything
I want
Oh come on
I’ll give it all to you
God gave me everything I want
Come on
I’ll give it all to you
God gave me everything I want
I can’t stop
I’m still looking now
God gave me everything I want
Oh come onI’ll give it all to you
Crazy you said
It’s all in your head

Thursday, July 07, 2005


When I woke up to the news of the terror attacks in London today, it reminded me so much of the day we woke up when living in London and heard that Princess Diana had died. There are those few moments where I can’t digest it, then I get angry and then I stop thinking about how I am feeling and think of all the friends I have there whom I love like family. They commute on the London Underground to work. I went straight to the phone and called Jennifer, she was at home safe. Yesterday, for the first time ever, she put her son Alexander on the tube (their word for the Underground system) alone. He commuted between her and her sister.
Paula was on line and confirmed that Shaun was ok. In the midst of trying to get through to cell phones that I knew weren’t working, Vicki had the compassionate sense to email me and tell me that she was ok, as was John, John D, and Oonagh. Paula hadn’t heard from Claudia so did not know if she had heard from Yaron. I got the voice mail when I called Lauren but she then called back to say Craig was fine. Karen and Stuart were on their way to Spain and Fritzi is in Greece.
My Mom and Elaine called to see that I had heard from everyone in London. Ed checked to make sure Daniel wasn't in London on buiness.
For those people who maybe didn't have anyone call to check where they were, we thought of you too. For those people who didn't get that call telling them that someone was ok, we hold you in our prayers.

We wish you better London!

Those who injured us did only what they knew how to do, given the conditions of their lives.
If you won’t forgive, then you allow those ancient injuries to continue their hold on you.
- Dr Wayne Dyer

Wednesday, July 06, 2005


If you don't regularly visit my FEELING GROOVY page (see side-bars) please do ~ especially friends and family who know Pingy. Some really cool pics of her. Thanks. :o)

Tuesday, July 05, 2005


If you're looking for something different to watch, treat yourself to these two movies. Each website offers so much interesting information that it is like reading the book and then watching the movie. Take some time out this summer to treat yourself to these movies. They offer the opportunity of changing the way you view the world. It might be for just a moment, or longer – it’s up to you!



Just like smells, sounds take me back to places where I have been before. It is not often that I have the treat of smelling a Jasmine bush, but when I do, I close my eyes and I am immediately transported back to my friend Denise’s house where she had an abundance growing in her garden. Yesterday, the sounds of adults and children splashing around in the pool and the kids shrieking when Daniel was spraying the deck down with the hose and they were running through the spray did two things.

It took me back to the many Sundays I spent in my childhood at my uncle’s house with all my cousins. They had a pool and trampoline and we used to have the best time ever. There was an abundance of good weather, South African hospitality and food, and there was no greater, simpler pleasure than Sunday’s at this pool.

While I stood in my kitchen yesterday, I realized that not only did the sounds from the outside take me back to this very happy place, but they also made me realize that I am a real grown up. I thought about my parents and uncles and aunts, and how they were my age when we were the shrieking, carefree kids in the pool.

This was all enforced by a conversation I had with my Mom on Sunday evening. I was saying to her how entertaining people in my home, feeding people, hosting Shabbat (Sabbath) dinners and BBQ days like the one I was preparing for, was almost like a drug to me. As much as I wished we had no plans so we could just relax and take advantage of these holidays, it was almost impossible for me not to host a gathering – regardless of how many or little the number of guests might be.

She went on to tell me how much I took after one of my Dad’s sisters. I had three aunts, all of whom passed away when I was young, but I do have clear memories of them all. Apparently my Aunt Ella also used to love cooking and having people over. It is interesting to note that my handwriting can easily be confused with hers and I am told that the older I get, the more I resemble my Dad’s family. This clearly explained to me where this trait in my character comes from and how there are times when I am planning an event; I have noticed that it feels like I have no choice in the matter. I have to do it! I guess it’s in my genes and I am obviously doing what comes naturally.

My Mom went on to tell me how in 1944, she and my Dad would go out for dinner every night after work. My Dad had just been discharged from the South African Airforce where he served during the Second World War. As Mom had little if any cooking skills, the cost of 3 Shillings and Sixpence (35c) per head, made it possible for them to frequent a variety of restaurants at least four nights a week. The remaining nights were spent at one of my two sets of grandparents for Shabbat dinner, and Aunt Ella would have them over at least once a week as well. The dinners at Ella were the yummiest and favorites!

The restaurants were eventually narrowed down to one favorite and after eating there for a time, my Mom came up with a great idea. She approached Ella and suggested that she pay her the equivalent of what they were spending in the restaurant, and for the same money, Ella could cook for them four times a week. Given that this would feed not only Mom and Dad, but Ella, her husband and their baby son, it was a win/win situation. They all enjoyed the arrangement for about a year by which time Mom had acquired some cooking skills.
I hope that as time moves on and Ross finds himself all grown up, that he too will be transported back to a happy place by the sounds and flavors of his adulthood.