A Hilltop Garden Walk

This morning I thought I would explore the local area – and found the hilltop garden walk.

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Steps and stairs and trees and shade and openings into grassy areas and more formal spaces… without realising it I climbed high – at one point I heard the traffic and discovered the road far below. At another, the mysterious quite empty “Book Club”.

I also saw a small green lizard who is in one of the photos, but impossible to spot! magpierobinI saw many butterflies, dragonflies and birds, whose singing and chattering kept me entertained all the way. I once thought that there were very few birds in China, but obviously I was just in the wrong part of China. I have managed to identify the “magpie robin”, saw many but couldn’t catch them on the i-phone, so this is a borrowed picture. I have not yet identified any of the others seen – will keep trying!

 

 

Learning Life in Guangzhou

Son and grandsons are at school all day, so now it is time to learn – all over again – what it is like to live in Guangzhou. My last time in China was in Shanghai – a very different city – and I have not been in GZ since the boys were babies, or, when there were no boys, just newly married Donal and Xin Yan. On one visit, I went to a chinese school here in the city centre.

Memories – I have not liked GZ – hot and dirty or cooler and dirtier – cement, highways choked with traffic. We used to live sort of east central [Tian He and Dong Pu if anyone wants to know].

NO COFFEE … [really hard to find Starbucks or McCafe and often reduced to that, post from last visit here]

aaie aagh – – aaie aagh -[chinese expression for OMG]

Now we are on the north east, just below the Bai Yun mountain. White cloud mountain is a much admired tour destination, apart from the Pearl River almost the only tour destination in this huge sprawl of a city.

STILL NO COFFEE aaie aagh aaie aagh aaie aagh and I have not found Starbucks yet either.

There certainly isn’t one where we are living in a garden compound, gated community, 40 tower blocks of 15 – 20 floors in each about 4 apartments to each floor. (Is that maybe 5-10 thousand people??) Almost no shops, just a small terrace with pharmacy, fruit shop and grocery. Think concentric circles built up the side of a tree shaded hill where fresh breeze blows.

Yes ! fresh breeze in GZ! I am told I am lucky that September weather this year is as usual 90F but nothing like as humid as it could be.  + + +

Each circle of blocks has outer circles for cars, inner for walking and leisure. We are in the first circle after the main gate, so easy to access the few shops and the main road outside. It is ten minutes walk from the gate to the school – over the main road by the traffic lights and an Amusement Park. This makes it very easy to identify the location, so I won’t get lost. + + +]

And – apart from the birdsong – IT IS QUIET

Not like GZ memories at all

So this morning I stepped out in suitable shoes. After taking the boys across the road from the Amusement Park and into their school, I took a bus a few stops to Dong Fang – still nowhere near into the middle of the city.

Did you spot the Walmart in the last photo? I regret to say that was why I went to Dong Fang – to shop at their supermarket.

aaie aagh …    aaie aagh …   Only instant coffee !

Life in GZ … to be continued. I am going for a swim in our beautiful swimming pool. But, it only opens at 2.30 pm. Why? Don’t know. Life in GZ is just different. Memo to self: Adapt, Enjoy, Do without coffee.

Sunday Lunch – Guangzhou Style

Sunday visitors – my son’s sister-in-law, Xin Yun, and mother-in-law, Mei Zhou [other granny or Nai Nai] arrived with the cousins Dou Dou and Du Du. Sunday Lunch – Guangzhou style.

A World of Difference

Early September passed by in a blur and suddenly I am halfway across the world, in Guangzhou, China. I have to remember to phone at  different times, I am now hours  ahead of all of them, not behind them. I left Block Island, as always, beautiful.

The evening before I left

The evening before I left

As I traveled, Scotland decided to remain part of UK. When I renew my passport, get yet another visa, etc. it will just be the ordinary sort of forms to fill, not some nightmare continue on the back of the page, I think I am British though I am Irish and I live in Scotland, even registered voter there, and oh yes I do not actually live in Scotland much as most of the time I am in USA or New Zealand or China. And, I go there to see and stay in touch with family, I have not yet started on the bucket list …..where would I like to visit, what wonderful places would I like to see..

What I really want, for all, is a world citizenship, that acknowledges we are all interdependent. Still, the scottish debate raised a lot of questions of considerable substance, better politics than that to which we have sadly become more accustomed.

Now, I am in Guangzhou. The flight, the delay, the 4 hours in a hotel in Beijing, the return to airport, arrival in Guangzhou, over 90F, hot sticky, forget it! I got here. Note to self: remember to remember – chinese culture does not allow young people tasked to manage something, to actually say they have no clue what is going on either – they always nod and smile as if they have understood the query – airport people, the bus driver to hotel, the 3 receptionists – all masters of misinformation pretence – thank you thank you to two chinese women fellow travellers who were just as bewildered and tired but helpfully translated my queries and joined me in laughing helplessly to maintain sanity.

Grandsons have grown. They are very different. Concentration and co-operation, showing me their toys. Today, Sunday, the chinese cousins come to visit – Dou dou and Erdou (Or Jason and Happy in english names) are now 6 and 4 years old. Donal helps them with English and Aunty Yun helps Louis and Ali to read and write Mandarin. [I will rest.] My daughter-in-law, Xin Yan (Cindy) has returned to New Zealand.

 

Maya and Joya, Simply Phenomenal Women

Yesterday evening was a looked forward to occasion, a tribute to Maya Angelou from Mixed Magic Theater and the Block Island Poetry Project. What a wonderful evening to share.

But, just a week ago, our own phenomenal Joya Verde died. Maya Angelou was not the name Maya was born with, Joya Verde also gave herself this name by which I knew her since the first Poetry project session eleven years ago. Words written for Maya tender, witty, warm, resilient … words sparkled with humor and affirmation could be written for my friend. Joya’s partner Virginia and her family have been with her, and those, like myself, less near, can only say I suffer this much, this loss, I imagine yours, I am inadequate now. I was fortunate enough to live near enough to meet Joya. She is/was truly quite phenomenal, when she came into a room or joined us on a walk, all of us were gladdened: Joya is here. [I hope much of her writing might be collected as some of her short stories have been- she enriched so many days of listening.]

Joya felt present as we listened to the songs and words in celebration of Maya. You tube has many poems, this is Maya Angelou performing “And Still I Rise”.

joya

Joya Verde – taken from a facebook photo by Michele Solomon with thanks and sympathy

And this is me – inadequate but trying…

Summers end
And so the summer goes by like the swallow
darting and flitting
Memory flashes clarity tail forked wings slanted
Truth a confusion of other summers other times
This summer ends with loss.

Some days the waves rode high eight feet
measured by bikinied bodies
stretched out outlined in clear green
joyously crucified out of element
before the beach bound began counting bobbing heads
In the confusion of white water

Thought flits
She was sometimes crucified
by element incapable of holding
so grand a surge to life.
Swallow. Loss hits. No confusion now.
Life is, was, includes, remembers haikued time.

Remember Joya.

 

 

 

 

delight, excitement, exhaustion, confusion… what next?

Days of delight and excitement and exhaustion and confusion … a round-up post, just a stream of consciousness.

Confusion: my tomatoes still grow, the sun still shines and the news from the rest of the world IMG_5370is still dire. See earlier post of despair. Also, see below, how this morning was spent working to improve the international student situation – here and here. Crazy world. Though I do think we do better, there is still a very long way to go.

Exhaustion: It is official – I am old, D**nit. Yesterday the family moved back from the small summer rental home to their own home (which has been rented all summer at twice the price). I offered to help pack up. I did help pack up. It was easy, all the girls were sorting their stuff into bags and boxes, I did stuff like move clothes from the closet to the bed, put towels in the washing machine, hung other stuff out to dry, not very much. Rory was brilliant, ten years old, organised, intelligent, willing and a real cheerful dynamo all day. Wendy cleaned, Callum fetched and carried from one house to the other. I got home. Utterly exhausted, could hardly move, obviously an old old woman. Dammmmmmmmmmmmmmiitttttt. No photo to express this.

Delight and Excitement: Earlier in the week went on an Ocean View Foundation bird walk on Andy’s Way with Kim, Lisa and Stephanie. Reports of a white ibis (rare this far north) ARE TRUE. We saw it fly alongside two egrets and then they all settled – rather far away. Stephanie had a long lens camera so here is her picture, thanks Stephanie and Kim, a great egret on a rock and the ibis in the foreground. This is a juvenile shown by the brown back, and will be white when it matures as in the comparison picture from wikipedia. Then, Stephanie saw something at the edge of the marsh, through the lens we saw this bird preening, quietly surveying its world from its hiding place, and she got another picture.

Identification ??? still showing the rail picture to experts but Kim thinks it is indeed a clapper rail – the book says they are shy, retiring and hide in the marshes.

I have been on a bird walk where Kim was quite wildly excited. She has wanted to see a rail. She thought this was even better than the ibis. Me – I can tell when I have seen a seagull – I love watching all the others, asking what they are, the plovers, the sanderlings, the willets and the herons and egrets and also, I love the excitement and knowledge of my friends.

Confusion again: Spent this morning working with Socha on some tasks regarding the International student workers on the island. From earlier posts regular readers know this is not a totally idyllic place – just like the rest of the world a microcosm where attitudes and actions of all kinds try to co-exist. OK so far so good, but just as we finished, working together on my computer, a macbook pro, something happened to it. I got a frozen screen, a strange black one with little bits of my happy desktop showing round the edges.

This is a cheat - I didn't even think of taking a photo

This is a cheat – I didn’t even think of taking a photo – but it is what it looked like …aaagghhh …aaagghhh

AND nothing would change it. FRUSTRATION – so said goodbye to Socha, decided to turn the Mac off. It would not turn off. It asked – as it always does – if I was sure I wanted to turn my computer off, but the Yes button could not respond. I remembered the key command for Force Quit and got a window that asked what I wanted to quit. No click to let me say anything will do. After a while, I had a desktop that was black except for all the Mac’s polite queries that I couldn’t answer as I didn’t have a working click.

Sorry to go on and on about this… I am so dependent on my computer for so much.. How did that happen?

An hour or so later, accessing mac forums on the iphone, another gadget that makes me feel old though the computer does not, I felt like shouting at it – I SAID I CAN’T CLICK. I SAID I CAN’T TURN IT OFF. I SAID I CAN’T ACCESS THE WHATEVER YOU HAVE JUST TOLD ME WORKED FOR YOU. Then as I was about to switch it off, one little line, try the trackpad three-finger swipe.

What on earth?? Three fingers on the pad – quick flick across

OBVIOUSLY IT WORKED. MAGIC. RETURN OF HAPPY DESKTOP. NASTY MESSAGES SLIDE TO ONE SIDE AND DISAPPEAR –  JUST LIKE A PHONE APP. I HAVE NO IDEA WHY.

I WOULD NOT BE WRITING THIS IF I HAD NOT DISCOVERED THE TRIPLE SWIPE

Thank you anonymous stranger.

Do you wonder that I am confused? What has all this to do with getting on with life – in which I am getting on a bit? Today I feel crazy.

What an amazing crazy world

Today, coincidence, my grandsons are 7 years old.

Donal Cindy, Louis and Ali

Louis with Cindy, Ali with Donal

I hope they reach a happy 70 + but I think my grandmothers – both women of intelligence, imagination and empathy – could not have envisaged what my life is like. I cannot imagine what theirs will be in another 7 years let alone when/if they reach 70, these much traveled much loved bilingual  混血 双胞胎 (hunxue shuangbao tai) – third culture twins – but I have a ticket to go to China 17 days from now. I will see them again.

More days of delight and excitement and exhaustion and confusion…

THANKS FOR READING IF YOU GOT THIS FAR.

 

 

August happiness

IMG_5351I thought about what to put in the title of this post – then decided it just had to be what I was feeling. I get such a lot of pleasure out of living here even though I do not have a garden. A good friend who knows this sent me home on Friday with a bike basket full of home-grown aubergine and summer squash, garlic and tomatoes [thank you Susan]. But I do grow things on my deck – 20 x5 feet of it, and at the moment have one red tomato, several green ones, four odd-shaped and hard to find cucumbers, two sunflowers, various other flowers, some basil, cilantro and purslane. The last appeared all by itself and google enabled identification and assurance that every part of it was edible. So it has been in all my salads this summer.

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I am happy.

Ocean View Foundation’s annual Great Salt Pond Stroll

Last Sunday and Monday – the Ocean View Foundation’s annual Great Salt Pond Stroll. We decided to go – this is a walk all the way round the Block Island Great Salt Pond over two days, each starting at 11 a.m. and finishing 3-4-5 hours later depending on how much strolling there is and how much stopping to see/learn/enjoy nature, take photos, ask questions and generally appreciate the very different perspectives from the sides of the pond. Advice given: wear protective footwear that can get wet (sharp shells and rocks and parts of the walk are slippery). Bring water and sunscreen and snacks/lunch etc. But be prepared to take your time – it is a STROLL after all.

Although it was also a bit of a scramble in places and sometimes we waded, enormous thanks go the Ocean View Foundation, and to Kim for her knowledge and sharing and planning, especially for the very low tide times that made so much available. Thanks also to Megan for the group photos and the glorious photo of the night heron who just happened to be there to enchant us. Each day required a bit of water crossing, so thanks also to Aaron Beguelin, day 1 ferryman and John Swienton, day 2, and again, to Kim for the planning that went in to two terrific days strolling and learning and making friends. Thanks also to the many non-profits who co-operate to make the Great Salt Pond the really great place it is. (Committee for the Great Salt Pond, and BI Maritime Institute especially)

Just a pond

Near where the Block Island family live this summer there is a pond. Granddaughters and friends make use of it after beach time, as evening becomes cooler. It is just one of Block Island’s 300+ ponds. Eight young people and three dogs while three dads got the barbecue together.

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