I don’t spend a lot of time talking about my family here, but my brother Jeff was on NPR Weekend Edition this Sunday, talking about the amazing work that he does as education coordinator for the International Rescue Committee in Lebanon: The Truth About Humanitarian Work: High Ideals vs. Hard Realities.
There are not a lot of people who can say they breathed a sigh of relief when their family member told them they were moving to Beirut, but when it’s after almost a year of his living in Kabul, Afghanistan, we all relaxed mightily.
First, I have clearly given up the ghost on yet another 365 project. I’ve just missed too many individual days to keep up the pretense of running it out through the end of the year. Things have been a little crazy in the real world, and I just got distracted. As far as life craziness, there was the whole thing with my dad and my stepmom both ending up in the hospital at the same time (different hospitals, of course), getting a permanent job offer from my current engagement, and (as a consequence) planning a big trip to the galapagos during my transition from fancy temp to permanent employee next month. Oh, and have I mentioned that my brother lives in Afghanistan, and is NOT in the military? He’s coming home for vacation next Friday too. So…a bit crazy.
Anyway, I’ve been meaning to get out there for a few weeks, ever since I read about the Fete Paradiso, a collection of (working) french carnival attractions from the late 19th and early 20th centuries that they had imported and put up for the summer. So, given that today was gorgeous, and tomorrow is supposed to rain, I hopped on down there and wandered around for a few hours. Governor’s island isn’t quite the “hidden” gem it was the first time I went a few years ago, but now they have places to eat and, well, bathrooms, so I’m viewing development there as a net positive.
All photos run through various vintage-y filters for the right mood.
This was the first weekend that I’ve officially missed photos. My excuse is that between my brother coming home from Africa for a few days and my need to catch up on much sleep, I just forgot. Oh well.
In other news though, my brother is home for a few days. He’s transitioning from one job in Senegal to another in Afghanistan. If nothing else, he certainly knows how to keep us worried! But he’s going to be doing some really good educational development work over there with a major international organization actually based in the Middle East, so we’re rooting for him.
Pictures to return later. I’m hoping they’ve started on the floor today!