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This is a guest contribution by Geoff's sister, Jacqueline.
Due to a combination of several factors, I haven't had the happiest time lately. I called Geoff crying, something that always makes him terribly uncomfortable and he immediately goes into his "cheer up" mode. Admittedly, I tend to feel better after I talk to him. Apparently he was still concerned after we got off the phone, though, because he must have called Amy to tell her that I was upset.
Soon thereafter, I got a call from Amy. Amy and I have only talked a few times on the phone without Geoff around to help us with translation difficulties, so I think that both she and I get pretty nervous about our phone calls.
There were some initial pleasantries exchanged before Amy got down to business, telling me that she heard that I have been feeling sad. She said that several years ago, she, too, was sad for a few months. She remembers crying and crying every day.
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Saturday, 27 June 2009 17:11 |
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Recently, we bought a new house in San Diego. While I was fully prepared to invite and fund a long line of orange-robed monks as they performed the requisite rites to ensure our luck and success in our new home, I never got the chance.
Amy was not interested in getting the traditional Thai Buddhist blessing and instead opted for a private day of spirit placation.
She chose an auspicious day, based on the Buddhist day of prayer (Wan Phrat) for that week, and we woke before sunrise to prepare. We had bought food and drinks for the offerings the day before and Amy made sure that they were laid out on a small table on our patio before the first rays of the sun cleared our back fence.
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Saturday, 23 May 2009 19:51 |
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 “Maybe, I think, I don't like to move.”
“I don't think anyone does, but hopefully this will be the last time for a while.”
Amy continued to pick through boxes in the basement of our rented home in Newport, sorting out what should go with us and what could be thrown away or donated.
Many of the boxes were not even opened from the last time we moved, yet she insisted on cutting the packing tape and checking what was inside.
“Oh, these are your old speakers. You want to keep them?”
“Yes, of course, they still work.”
“But you have new ones.”
“We will have a bigger house in San Diego, maybe we will need both.”
She continued, box by box, verifying the contents and occasionally asking me if I wanted to keep this or that.
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Monday, 02 February 2009 11:06 |
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