Author: Hudi's blog

He was the best of dads, he was the worst of dads.  It’s an appealing line, but not quite true.  My Dad was, simply, a great dad. His failings were not as a father, but as a husband and as a friend. It isn’t his failings I remember when I think of him, nor are…
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We had dinner at Serevan on the last night of my trip to New York in October 2021, my sister Tamar, her beau, Ryder and I. It’s our favorite restaurant.  We ate in the lovely, warm, low ceilinged dining room.  It’s a room where I can still hear my father’s booming laugh. We had so…
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On Friday morning Jewish women around the world prepare for the Sabbath, cooking, baking and cleaning at double time to get ready for a day of rest. My grandmother, Goldie, having joined the Communist Party as a young woman had long since given up religious practice.  But some habits persist, and on some Friday mornings…
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A small, unnamed alley comes to an end on the other side of our backyard fence. Don and Karen live in the second house south of our fence on the west side of the alley, a pleasant ranch house with an inviting front porch.  On the side of their house closest to us, just inside…
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The oak leaves are dried and curled.  They float along sedately without, as far as I know, any purpose or any destination other than wherever the canal will take them.  They obey only the laws of gravity and physics. Their passage seems peaceful, unhurried, until they come to the little weir where they are pulled…
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By three in the afternoon it’s too hot to do anything but sit directly in front of the fan.  My brain is sluggish, but I’ve signed up for a creative writing class that starts next Thursday, and I thought I ought to start getting warmed (!) up by writing a daily journal.  We don’t have…
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It’s a week before my 73rd birthday.  I’ve been thinking about aging, and about the impact of moving from Palo Alto to Hartwick at 69, from Hartwick to Pleasant Hill at 72, and then Pleasant Hill to Cooperstown at 75.  I think these moves are good for me in a lot of ways.  Moving from…
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We’ve been in the house for a week. I still have five boxes to unpack and far too many clothes in suitcases and bins. But the all the rooms are functional and the floor is pretty clear except in the guest room. Jay was home last week, which made a huge difference in getting some…
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I hear voices.  I’m not losing my mind, there are just a lot of voices to hear.  On our lovely trail Charlie and I often pass people chatting, or we encounter someone alone but talking animatedly (and loudly) into what I hope is a cell phone.  Passing by the houses on our street I hear…
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We left our wonderful home in Hartwick just over a month ago on 6/11.  It was surprisingly not hard to leave, much as I loved that home.  I think that over the years I’ve made some progress on not becoming overly attached to things.  We had a wonderful run on our beautiful Sunnyhill, and there…
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