The Seasons march on

It is not evening, but morning in December in New York. It is the one time of day that the sun shies directly into the house.  Jim has started a fire that isn’t really going yet, but Jack just feels good about everything.  He’s home for Christmas vacation, but in one week he’ll be off to New York for three weeks working for his Aunt Julie at Wossing, her Chinese culture emporium, where a person can learn to speak Chinese, learn the secrets of Chinese cooking, send a child to tutorials in school subjects, learn to play Chinese instruments. I could go on. Wossing is, simply put, a general store conveying information on all things Chinese. Jack is a talented linguist and thinks he’ll learn Chinese during his three weeks? What do you think?

Below you see the snowdrops on March 5, 2012. The whole world has changed.  New York is over.  The next time we get a look at Jack he will be wielding a rake. The beds will have to be cleaned up, and a new language is looming. It will be Spanish in Seville.

 

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About dorothybloom

Well, I'm a bit on the elderly side , but I'm fighting the decline with my entry into the virtual world. I've been thinking for while that my situation is worth talking a, and for this reason. There is a tension between old and new. The old are intent upon keeping their authority and the young are intent on getting it for themselves. hereThis tension is as old as the Neanderthal and many of his four-legged cousins. And I want to explore that.
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