September 10, 2016 – Settling into September
After a busy summer, I’m ready for September. It’s a month full of changes. In Fairfax County, the teachers and students
are back in school. Although the
temperatures are still in the 80s and 90s, the smell of cinnamon brooms pervades
Wegman’s. Any day now, pumpkin stands are bound to appear in the parking lots. But before I become too eager for the next
season, here’s a quick look back at the last few weeks of summer.
Much of my time was taken up with two trips to New York to
visit friends and family, both old and new.
The ease and comfort of reconnecting with long-time friends is such a
pleasure of getting older. My friendship
with Hilary (not the former Secretary of State) goes back to kindergarten. Recently, we got together for lunch at the
new Northern Food Hall at Grand Central Terminal and exchanged stories of
travels, family, and retirement activities.
Over Labor Day weekend, I met up with Simon, a dear Atlanta-based
cousin. He and his wife were in Brooklyn visiting their son and ten-month old
twin granddaughters. Our get-together
was especially fun because Elisa and Christian brought Sylvie along to meet her
new cousins.
Brooklyn continues to delight me with sights and attractions
to discover. Through long walks, I’m getting to know a variety of
neighborhoods, such as Park Slope, Boerum Hill, Cobble Hill, and Carroll
Gardens. For the first time, I walked through the Brooklyn Heights
neighborhood. In addition to admiring
the lovely homes, I came across an intriguing Lebanese Maronite Catholic church
with stained glass windows unlike those I’ve seen in any other church in Europe
or the U.S. These had a very mosaic-like
quality, probably reflecting the influence of Byzantine art. And The Brooklyn Heights promenade offered a
spectacular view of the Manhattan skyline.
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| On the Brooklyn Heights promenade |
In downtown Brooklyn, I spent a couple of hours learning
about the history of the New York City subway system in the Transit
Museum. The museum, which is located
underground in an old subway station, presents a wealth of information through
well-designed exhibits. The large number
of archival photos from the construction phase in the early 1900s helped me
understood the dangerous conditions faced by the workers, who were mostly
recent immigrants and African-Americans. Reading about the underpinning work required
to support existing structures made me think of my father. He was a civil engineer who worked in the
construction business in New York for many years. I was amused by the advertising in a couple
of old subway cars. The ads, which dated
back to the 1940s and 50s, featured products like Burma-Shave shaving cream and
Chuckles candy, and but the most intriguing ad wasn’t for an actual consumer
product. It was a Cold War-era ad for
Skywatch, a civil defense program that counseled citizens to watch the skies and
report Russian planes. Wow!
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| 1950s subway ad |
Sylvie made our visit to Brighton Beach on a sunny afternoon
especially memorable. She loves anything
related to water. Russian was the main
language we heard spoken on the beach and in the parks where groups of deeply tanned
older men, with shirts unbuttoned to the waist, sat playing chess. Russian
specialties were featured on the menus of the restaurants that lined the
boardwalk. With the enormous high-rise
apartment buildings strung from Coney Island to Brighton Beach, the area wasn’t
as picturesque as I’d imagined. However,
in some ways, the area retains some of its former charm. Steeplechase Park, the old amusement park
with its famed roller coaster, the Cyclone, still stands near the
Aquarium. It brought back memories of my
birthday celebration the summer I turned five years old. My father even borrowed a convertible from
one of his friends for that outing.
I made time for a museum visit, too. The Museum of Modern Art (MOMA) has long been
a favorite of mine. When I was in high
school on Long Island, I’d often stop by when I went into the city. I’d linger in front of certain paintings,
such as van Gogh’s Starry Night, Robert
Delaunay’s circular Sun, Moon,
Simultaneous 2, and Henri Mattise’s Dance (see photos below).
Of course, I headed straight for these
“old friends” on my recent visit. I also
sought out paintings that I thought would have attracted Elliott’s
attention. He greatly admired Cezanne’s
work and was influenced by Cubists such as Braque, Gris and Picasso when he was
studying painting in Paris in the mid-1950s.
Thanks to a couple of art history classes at GMU, I was better able to
appreciate works by American painters Gerald Murphy, Florine Stettheimer and
Jackson Pollack as well.
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| van Gogh's Starry Night |
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| Delaunay's Sun, Moon, Simultaneous 2 |
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| Matisse's Dance |
As usual, food was a central part of my New York
experience. I can highly recommend the
new Danish restaurant, Bornholm, on Smith Street, just a few short blocks from
Elisa’s apartment. Sylvie is now an
official foodie. She and I shared a
bagel with lox and cream cheese, a fruit tart from Mia’s bakery, falafel from Zaytoon’s
– and anything else she saw me eating or drinking. Actually, her willingness to
share can go to an extreme, for example, a partially chewed strawberry that she
took out of her mouth and offered to me. That’s my sweet Sylvie!
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| Afternoon snack on the patio at Mia's Bakery on Smith Street |
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| Sharing a water bottle |
Back at home in northern Virginia, I made a few more trips
down to the Workhouse to do some firings in late August. My summer glasswork didn’t turn out exactly
as I’d hoped when I took my approach to cooking and applied it to firing fused
glass. The reason is simple. I tend to undercook food. I like my roasted vegetables crisp, my baked
salmon a little rare, and my homemade cookies still soft and chewy. I can always add extra cooking time, if
necessary. Therefore, when I programmed
the kiln, I kept the temperature a little low and the hold time a little
short. As a result, my glass pieces sat
on the molds but didn’t slump properly. Fused
glass should not be undercooked. Now
I’ll have to do a slump firing again, with a higher temperature and longer hold
time. Oh, well, it’s a learning
process.
And speaking of learning, I’ve started a new class at
GMU. This time, it’s a year-long class
in Renaissance art, taught by the same fabulous professor I had for the 19th
century art class last spring. Since so much of the European art from this
period is religious, I’ll have to do some extra reading to remedy my lack of
exposure to Christianity. And of course,
I’ll have to schedule a field trip to Italy to see the art in person. Is anyone interested in joining me?
My main challenge now is getting the various aspects of my
life back into balance. I’m finding that
I’m already quite busy, and a little voice keeps whispering to me, “Slow
down. Less is more.” “But everything I do is good for me,” I
protest. Mentally, I run through the
list of activities and why they’re important – exercise classes for my physical
health, writing the blog and doing fused glass work to satisfy my creative
impulses, socializing with many friends, reading for intellectual stimulation,
going up to Brooklyn, doing volunteer work, etc. I must
admit, however, that sometimes I just want to stop and do nothing for a little
while.
On the surface, everything seems okay. Lots of good things are happening in my
life. Yet, when I step back from the
busy-ness of everyday life, I notice a vague sense of unease. Something is not quite right. It may be that I’m missing Elliott. I want to talk to him, to tell him about what
I’m doing and to show him photos of Sylvie.
He was the person I confided in for so many years. It’s hard to accept that he’s not coming back
– ever. Sometimes the sense of loss hits
me suddenly, out of nowhere. It’s not a
teary feeling but a profound sadness along with a strong need to feel needed
emotionally.
Is this feeling compounded by fear of aging? Is it the recognition that I don’t have
complete control of my life. I keep
wondering, what’s the new normal? My
life keeps changing and I’m constantly making adjustments. If wisdom comes with age, I’d better hurry
and catch up. At this point, all I can
say with 100% certainty is that I’ll never have it all figured out.
