Month: September 2007

Christopher Henry

This is in memory of Christopher Henry Owens, Shirley’s and Scott’s baby who died last Friday, a month before his due date. He was born the following day: 18 inches tall, 4 pounds, 6 ounces, reddish-brown hair. They took pictures, which I’ll see this weekend. At the hospital they got to hold him whenever they wanted. Last month I knitted him a little green sailor sweater and started on matching socks. The socks should’ve been […]

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Betrayed by Achilles

I’m so mad I could spit. About six weeks ago I did something to my right Achilles tendon. I can’t flex my foot without pain. Flexing one’s foot is fairly important when one is trying to go uphill. Going uphill is something one tends to do in the Himalaya. My GP, who checked my foot two days ago, said these things take many months to heal and that trekking is going to be a problem. […]

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Berkeley Death Ride

… that’s what bicyclists call the route that begins at the foot of Marin Avenue, up which I’ve been trying to schlepp my weary bones once a week. I’m grateful beyond words to Anna, who has volunteered (or was it coercion?) to join me. Today we left from my house, without cheating by driving to the base of the hill. Anna and I plan seven more of these painful hikes between now and when I […]

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