I did not get to fully live a retired life in the old place because I was busy preparing to move. I wonder in time, if I had stayed, what new interests and hobbies I would have found myself involved in. In the new city, I lamented that I did not have friends to go out to lunch with. That is no longer true. I have found new friends in various new and old activities. I wore an inflatable butterfly costume playing pickleball. I am into soccer, pickleball, yoga, pilates, weightlifting, stretching, barre, and storytelling. I have found my groove.
RockingChairCorner
Welcome to The Rocking Chair Corner. It serves as a kind of diary for me, an incomplete depository of pieces of my life, my thoughts, my joys, my sorrows. Sometimes I include pictures so that I don’t have to search for words. Once in a great while, I attempt to put into English feelings others expressed in their non-English writings, or into my language feelings others expressed in English. Join me in a circle of rocking chairs. Kick off your shoes, sip your wine or tea, relax, and enjoy.
Thursday, October 31, 2024
Friday, September 13, 2024
Broken Love
Passionately affirming
Sweet and forlorn love
That touched my heart so
You found in me an inspiration
You begged of me an attention
I granted you a look
From then on you got hooked
My heart was light I felt grand
I knew I needed love that lasts
Forever more and ever more
You wanted me to love you
When you felt lonesome and sad
Promises you didn’t need to hear
Faithfulness didn’t need to be declared
Alas love lasts not forever
I took my wings and said goodbye
In the moonlight you felt regrets
Nursing the broken love I left behind
Bài thơ tình anh viết
Ngọt bùi lẫn nồng cay
Vần thơ càng lai láng
Hương tình càng say đắm
Em là nguồn thơ hứng
Anh ngửa tay đợi chờ
Em ban anh mắt liếc
Đủ cho lòng chơi vơi
Ta cùng nhau đi chơi
Anh tặng em lời nồng
Em cần tình yêu thắm
Lâu dài cả trăm năm
Anh chỉ cần em thương
Khi đời anh cô độc
Chung tình không cần hứa
Thủy chung hai chữ thừa
Tình không là muôn thuở
Em cất cánh bay xa
Anh ngẩn ngơ nhớ tiếc
Trong một buổi chiều tà
Thursday, September 12, 2024
My Garden
The quick little hummingbirds
Which hover over the eye-catching feeders
And drink the nectar I had prepared
How do I pack in my luggage
The row of wax myrtles smelling good
Near the crape myrtles with pink blooms
Giving shade to the many birds that come
How do I pack in my luggage
The beautiful flowers in a multitude of colors
Inviting me to the corner of my dream
Where butterflies and bees flutter in love
How do I pack in my luggage
The innocent-and-shy-looking deer
Passing by the garden and asking each other
What to eat in this paradise of earth
I guess I will just have to go
With only clothes in my luggage
The images of peaceful trees and flowers
Will stay in my mind until the day I return
Những con chim ruồi nhỏ
Tung tăng bên những bình nước ngọt
Tôi đã pha cho chúng mỗi tuần
Làm sao tôi xếp vào va li
Những cây sim sáp nằm dài
Cạnh vài cây bách nhật hồng lộng lẫy
Gửi bóng mát cho chim xanh ríu rít
Làm sao tôi xếp vào va li
Những hoa tươi đủ màu rực rỡ
Mời đón tôi về nơi ước mơ
Ngắm bướm ong hút mật say sưa
Làm sao tôi xếp vào va li
Những con nai vàng ngơ ngác
Đi qua vườn rảo nhẹ bước chân
Hỏi nơi này thì có gì ngon
Thôi thì đành tôi phải ra đi
Trong hành lý chỉ đem theo quần áo
Hình ảnh đẹp của cây cỏ vườn hoa
Sẽ nằm trong tim cho đến khi tôi về
Thursday, September 5, 2024
Moments With You
Your funeral
was yesterday. I watched it from afar. I liked the pictures of you
over the year, flashing through the screen, but wished there were more. You
looked so handsome.
You had told me
that you probably would not have befriended me if we met when you were younger.
Just because I was of a different race. I am glad we met later in your life
when your outlook had changed. You opened up your heart to me. I treasure that.
Sing to the Lord
a new song. Yes. As we grow, our songs change and grow with us.
I saw your son
Steve for the first time. He mentioned me in the eulogy. Thank you for having included
me in your family converstations.
I enjoyed
learning more tidbits about you. didn’t know you liked looking like Clint
Eastwood, paid off your mortgage early, and paid for cars with cash.
I liked the idea
that God gives us enough for the moments.
I am glad God
gave me moments with you.
Thursday, August 29, 2024
Tony
I craned my neck to see the singer on stage. The crowd was enthusiastic to see the familiar face of a famous singer, singing in their native language, from the land they had just fled from. I walked around trying to find a good spot. Then I saw him. Tony. My English teacher. He was happy to see me. We watched the Khanh Ly concert together. He was a high school English teacher from Kalamazoo, Michigan. He volunteered his service to teach English to the Vietnamese refugees at Fort Chaffee, Arkansas that summer. I stayed after class to chat with him. We formed a bond. A friendship that endured the time, until he died three days ago. That would be forty-nine years of a special friendship between us.
Before he returned home to Michigan, he gave me a dollar bill and he wrote a sentiment on it. That is not a bill to be spent. I still have it. He and his wife came to Illinois to see me. I travelled to Michigan to visit with his family. He came to visit me while I was a college student. He lent me money when I needed it. I got married after college. He and his wife attended my wedding. I had children and moved a few times. Over the years, he always remembered to send birthday cards to me and my children. My family drove from Virginia to Michigan to visit him and his wife. My children called him Uncle Tony. For a long time, they didn’t know they were not related to him by blood. My second daughter stayed with Uncle Tony and Aunt Betty for a week one summer, just as a little girl would spend some time with her grandparents. She treasured the time she got to know them.
The last time I heard from him was a letter he wrote after I sent him a picture of my new grandbaby. I am sad I didn’t get to see him at the end of his life. I got the news on Tuesday evening that he passed away on Monday, the same day I put his birthday card in the mailbox. On the one hand, I wish he held the card in his hand, had a wonderful birthday, and got to be one year older before leaving us for good. On the other hand, I believe he is now at peace. He knows when I think of him. That’s what gives me comfort. The faith I have that he knows he is loved. By many. I am glad I was a part of his life.
Wednesday, July 17, 2024
Hiking in The Alps
Thursday 6/20
We had to fly to New York before boarding a non-stop flight from there to Geneva, Switzerland. Our son-in-law dropped us off at our home airport. My mom and sister went along for a ride and to say goodbye. The first leg was uneventful. It was on time. At JFK, I got myself a smoothie and took off my contact lenses. Tom got us chicken sandwiches. Delta changed the gate on us. We boarded an hour late. We sat on the airplane for two hours while waiting for a mechanic to come to fix something and sign off the permit to fly. Delta said if we left the airplane, we wouldn’t be able to come back. I wondered if Delta followed the law, but I had no complaints. I had no desire to walk off and I was happy that the flight was not cancelled on us. I texted Marta, our trip leader, when the plane finally took off. I ordered a glass of red wine with dinner, thus breaking my one-week abstinence from alcohol, my resolve after having a terrible headache at drinking prosecco laden with vodka given to me by my daughter (the vodka part was unbeknownst to me at the time).
Friday 6/21
I got Marta’s response after we landed. She had arranged for a van transportation for the two of us and Duane, someone I had met at the first gate in JFK when I asked if I could use the USB outlet next to his seat. The first part of the ride was not pretty, just highways and industrial buildings. It became prettier as we drew nearer to our destination of Villars-sur-Ollon. We could see the beautiful Lae Léman (Lake Geneva) on our right. We got to Victoria Hotel & Residence as Marta and the rest of the group were standing at the hotel entrance. They were about to embark on a walking tour of the town. We arrived just in time. We left our luggage in the hotel lobby and joined the group. I had my rain jacket on as it was raining lightly.
On the first day of hiking, we walked to the bus station to catch a bus to Solalex (4,820 ft), described as “a beautiful mountain pasture under breathtaking cliff, Miroir d’Argentine.” Mireille was our local guide for our stay in Villars. She told me the cliff is smooth like a mirror and its color is silver, thus the name.
Sunday 6/23
We enjoyed lunch of bread and fondue (Etiraz cheese) at Alpage du Col de la Croix. Tom and I borrowed Swiss francs from Phil (via Allison) to pay for our wine and tea because the credit card machine did not work. We split into two groups. Tom and I opted to be with the walking group. We walked downhill for about 1.5 miles to the bus stop to take the bus back to our hotel.
Monday 6/24
The following day was a travel day between Villars, Switzerland and Cogne, Italy. We sat with Darshu and Phil G at breakfast. Darshu said she likes to travel solo and prefers hiking in Europe where she can easily walk or take public transportation. Allison gave me a pair of hiking shoes that were too tight on her. I gladly accepted. They were light and gave me a break from my heavier hiking boots.
Tom and I took a walk along a Roman road that was cut off by snow. Marta thought it’d be fun to cross the border by foot and that’s what we did.
Our bus continued “on the winding road down from the French and Italian speaking Valle d’Aosta in Italy, and on to Cogne (5032 feet), the main gateway to the Parco Nazionale del Gran Paradiso, founded in 1922.”
Of the four hotels we stayed at, I think Hotel du Grand Paradis is the most charming. It features hanging flowers on the balconies and has a little garden. The lobby area is inviting. It looks like a library with museum pieces and old photos. The spa has wood panels, soft lighting, a cozy warm sitting area, a sauna, a steam room, a loft, a whirlpool (Turkish bath), tea, and iced water. As Marta says, the rooms are small but they have everything! The furniture is made of natural wood from the Aosta Valley. Our room has a balcony which looks out to the square in the center of town. It helps that Cogne is a charming little town at the edge of the Gran Paradiso National Park. I got up early one morning and saw two dogs sleeping at the door of the hotel. So quaint. Not pretentious. The downside of our stay was the noise made by children on the square late in the evenings when we wanted to rest and sleep.
The hotel set out coffee early for our group. We sipped the early coffee in our room balcony, enjoying the moment, until breakfast time. After breakfast, we walked to the bus station, stopping en route to check the view of Mont Blanc. It was cloudy. We took the bus to the hamlet of Valnontey. We met with our local guide Dominico. We walked along a “gentle one-way trail along the Valnontey River, passing through forests of coniferous and larch trees to the Alpe Vermiana (5800 feet).”
The group saw a baby chamois but I missed it. I saw an adult chamois in the same general area after the group already was into something else. We walked back to Cogne after the river hike.
Our hiking day wasn’t over. Later in the afternoon, we took the bus to Lillaz (5,304 ft) and hiked to the Lillaz and the Biolet waterfalls. We were told that the Biolet waterfalls was not in the itinerary, but Dominico added it because we were a good walking group. I’m glad we got to see it.
In the evening, we had a demonstration of polenta cooking at the patio of Hotel Sant’Orso. We got to taste the polenta with two different kinds of cheese and a choice of white or red wine. Each of us got to bring a bag of polenta home.
We walked to
the edge of the Sant’Orso Meadow and found the iron fountain which was built in
1816 as a monument to honor the mining activities of the village. The cast-iron
plates that make up the tub were produced by 11 tons of iron and the tub lining
and pipes required an additional 154 lbs. of iron. The total weight was over 18.7
tons.
On the third day in Cogne, I got up early and walked out to the square. Today was another clear day to see Mont Blanc. I took pictures with my phone and shared them with the family. This was the day I saw the dogs sleeping at our hotel door.
Friday 6/28
Saturday 6/29
We were supposed to go to Aiguille du Midi for a panorama view of Mont Blanc and the surrounding peaks on Sunday, but the weather forecast was for rain on Sunday. Even before we got to Chamonix, Marta already made plans to switch the trip to Aiguille du Midi to be on Saturday. That was today! We woke up with a clear beautiful view of Mont Blanc from our room balcony. I kept taking pictures. It turned out this would be the only time we could see Mont Blanc clearly from our hotel room.
We sat with Susan at breakfast. After breakfast, our group walked to the valley station to ride two cable cars, the first one would take us to Plan de l’Aiguille (7,600 ft) and the second one would take us to Aiguille du Midi (12,604 ft). When we got to the station, we learned that the wind was too fierce and the second cable car wasn’t operating. Marta consulted with our local guide Valerie. They decided to take us on the first cable car to Plan de l’Aiguille and then have us walk to Le Lac Bleu. They hoped that the second cable car would be opened at 10:30am when the wind condition is reassessed. So up we went.
Tom and I ordered a Mediterranean sandwich and an éclair at La Paniere Chamo to share. Our group ate our lunch at a picnic table. Then we walked to the Montenvers station to take the train to Mer de Glace (6,279 ft). The train runs on a “rack-and-pinion” railway which allows it to operate on steep slopes of above 9%. Mer de Glace is France’s largest glacier (4 miles long, 656 feet thick). The idea was to take the cable car from Mer de Glace to the Ice Cave, but we learned that the cable car to the Ice Cave was also closed due to windy weather. While on the train, Valerie shared with us English lyrics for the French song Les Sardines because we were packed on the train, and she sang the French version. She managed to have our group all in the same car. We stayed at Mer de Glace a while and watched movies about glaciers and refuges before taking the train back to Chamonix.
Sunday 6/30
We walked on after lunch. We stopped at a memorial for the mountain guides who had died. We were supposed to pay for the bus back to Montroc but our guides told the driver of our woes and he allowed us on. We took the train from Montroc back to Chamonix.
Today was the last day we’d be in Chamonix. We were going to go to Aiguille du Midi, despite the cloudy sky. The weather wasn’t promising. Allison showed us the webcam at Aiguille du Midi: a grey blank. But this was our last chance to see Mont Blanc up close. We checked out of the hotel and left our luggage there. We walked to the station and took two cable cars to get to Aiguille du Midi, the closest you can get to Mont Blanc on a lift system. The Aiguille du Midi cable car holds the world record for the highest vertical ascent of 9,209 ft. We were broken up into several groups because the gondola could hold only eight people at a time and there were other tourists. Somehow Tom and I got separated after we got off. This is supposed to be an ideal starting point of the Three Monts route to ascend Mont Blanc. After a while, I ran into Cheri and we took pictures of each other standing in the skywalk “Step into the Void” (12,605 ft). We unfortunately couldn’t see and experience much with the thick clouds outside.
Tom and I said goodbye to others of our group at the station in Chamonix and started walking back to the hotel. We were not sure of the way, so we followed Marlies and Martina. Then we were blocked by marathon runners and a wall of well wishers. I’d cheered the marathon runners on before, but I didn’t want to linger this time. We walked around to find a walkable through path. We were back on our familiar pedestrian street. We wanted to try a cup of coffee at Shoukâ Coffee, but the line was long. I got a little purple cup and hot chocolate for my sister instead. We stopped briefly at a sports store and ran into Marta there.
Sometime today we learned that Cogne was cut off after torrential rain, flooding, and mudslides hit the region. Hundreds of tourists were evacuated by helicopter as regional highway to Val d’Aosta town on slopes of Gran Paradiso mountain was blocked at three points due to mudslides. Clearing of the road could take weeks. The following Road Scholar group on the same trip as ours could not enter Cogne and were stuck in St Bernard Pass.
Last Travel Day
In retrospect, we probably should have taken an earlier shuttle to the airport, just for our comfort level. We took the 9:20am shuttle with Marlies, Martina, and Darshu. We said goodbye to Marta in the lobby. Two other people were taking the shuttle with us to the airport. Their United flight was cancelled the day before. One of them missed a day of work. It was a good thing we had allowed ourselves three hours at the airport. The lines at the Delta counter, security, and passport check were all too long. It took us two hours to finally get through security and we were not done. The Delta agent told us our gate number. He had an accent and I wasn’t sure. The gate information was not on our printed boarding pass. It wasn’t on the monitor or available to us before we got to the gate. We had to go through the passport check first. The passport check area was confusing because we didn’t expect it. It looks like a passport control at arrival. We already had to show our passports at checking in, at security, and now at the passport check, and we'd have to do it again the fourth time at boarding. It was a good thing we could communicate with Allison who was taking the same flight. I don’t know what time she took the shuttle but she was already at the gate after we got through security. She confirmed the gate information with us and assured us we were on the right track.
I watched two movies on the first leg. At JFK, I made sure to get myself some snacks because I felt a little queasy. Tom also got himself a sandwich. I slept on and off the entire second leg. Both of our flights were on time, which was nice. Delta did not lose our luggage. George was ready to pick us up at our home airport.
Despite the rain and the fog and the flight delay and the long lines at Geneva airport, we had a fabulous trip. Marta and the other seventeen people in our group added positively to our experience. I am looking forward to our next adventure, wherever that may be.