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Indira a Ganesan, A view in Paris, 2016

Today I am reminded that once long ago, I visited France for the first time. I had taken a hovercraft from London to Calais, been terribly and embarrassingly seasick, and then had bundled myself into a train for Paris. on the train, a man who claimed he was an architect offered me a place to stay in his home, which I laughingly refused. I gratefully took some station cake offered by a trolly ( France! Delicious, perfect pound cake on a trolley pushed by an affable woman between the seats!)

The woman seated next to me wondered how I would manage to travel in Paris. I had not thought of it, and assumed I would take a cab. Non, no, she exclaimed, handing me two metro tickets, and a list of directions on how to find my hotel.

The next day, I’d find the arc de triumph, cafe de flore, meet friends, and have adventures. I’d lunch with Madam Gallimard, visit Chartres, get fined by the Metro Police. I would realize that a crepe citron purchased on the street was more tasty and comforting than the lentil pilaf at a Left Bank veg restaurant. I’d fall in love with the city, but that’s another story.

I returned to Paris in 2016, but now I wonder when I’ll get back. Several dozen tulip bulbs needed to be planted. Maybe in the spring, I can pretend my garden is a fraction of the Jardin du Luxembourg… good to have a dream, anyway.

Local Readings The Wellfleet Harbor Actors Theater recently put together a remote version of their annual Christmas in July Yule for Fuel to help the Lower Cape Outreach.  I read a part of As Sweet As Honey, around 45:45, in between Alex Brewer and duo Katie Hickey & Jim Rohrer.

Reading for What Yule for Fuel 2020

And, The Provincetown Public Library offers a remote version of their annual Moby Dick Marathon Reading!I read a bit, along with 34 other folk.

Provincetown Pulic Library Virtual Moby Dick Marathon 2020

Provincetown Piblic Library Virtual Moby Dick

I read a hilarious chapter in which Ahab encounters an English sea captain who has seen Moby Dick. Part Seven, around 48:53.


Indira Ganesan, Two (video), 2020

There is a resilience on my balcony that is often more than I can muster.  The third set of mourning doves have hatched.  At least one chicklet has made it, and I can only guess that the other successfully broke out of its shell.  One can’t help feeling protective, worried until they  make it off the balcony, alive.

I woke from a nightmare this morning.  A young man was pushing himself into my door, demanding I write him a recommendation.  You are the best teacher of satire, it is known, he said, as I firmly tried to close the door shut.  I woke in a panic, and fed the cats.  What can it mean, that I might have written comedy instead?  Of course, I always thought I was.

This balcony continues to surprise me, quietly.  The hummingbirds continue to dive into the nectar, the birds continuew to breed.  Some bumble bees come to investigate but all I can offer them are pansies.  Their food is in the backyard, in the flowering Joe Pye’s Weed.   A jay screeches its irritation–who has wronged it now?  I feel like that jay, angry at the world , or frustrated, before its, my, voice tires.

Where will we be a year from now?  What will have changed in our daily lives? Will there really and truly be a woman in the White House who knows what an idli is, who has walked on Marina Beach?

A hummingbird comes by and dances with her tail feathers , perhaps with her reflection at my window.  Up and down she dances, having drunk from the salvia, and then she flies off to rest on a tree limb.  I watch because I wonder how long she will stay, content.  She stays for several minutes, until someone comes by, gravel crunching under their feet.

I watch the green outside my window this day in late August, wonder if we will ever get rain again? I know that soon the trees will change color and fall.  Is fall simply a word to describe the action of leaves, as spring describes the bounce of new growth?  Spring into action, then fall down? Fall down to spring up again?