Reflections on art, fitness, family, politics and literature that hit me like bricks as I chauffeur my children from place to place...
A pink taxi
December 31, 2010
I have been taken aback by your birthday. The match, your husband, contacted the matchmaker, myself, twice. He didn't need to remind me that you were born on December 30! Yet when he said you logged on the night before, at midnight, to find no surprise on the blog, it was I who was disappointed! It is true that I often mention birthdays on the blog. Sometimes I append a "happy birthday" to the end of a post that is related to the person and sometimes, I write a full posting about the dear relative. You, on the other hand, orchestrated a full symphony of wishes from all my close ones on my own birthday and hijacked the blog! I sobbed with emotion. I have mentioned you many times on the PinkTaxiBlogger and the readers know by now that you are the hard working editor and technical person behind this endeavor. I dedicated the 100th post to you and composed it in French. It was summer and I was engrossed in Swiss culture and French literature and my inspiration came in French. In fact, I challenged you to reconsider French literature as alive. Here I am, drenching myself in American literature six months later. You have always been my inspiration. In the Middle East, and in Afghanistan in particular, little laudatory mention is made lest it attract the evil eye. I will therefore conform to tradition and nuance all my descriptions. You are gifted. Gifted with the Scandinavian looks of Katherine Haigel from Gray's Anatomy (see pictures above). Gifted with the concentration and intensity of a Stanford and Georgetown Law graduate. Gifted with the creativity and sensitivity of a fiction writer. Gifted with the love and generosity of a giving mother, wife, daughter, sister, aunt and friend. Gifted with the energy and stamina of a cardio motivated sports-woman.
Your husband, the young man I introduced you to (which wouldn't have been possible without the blogger's husband), had the audacity to urge me to write something, when I only write with inspiration. Granted, I was somewhere in jet lag slumber when he did. Had I been in my Starbucks routine, perhaps the extra shot would have jolted me to express my feelings on such an important occasion. Always remember that when the sun sets in Dubai, my kids bid you and your handsome family good morning in New York.
You are always on my mind, Happy Birthday Editor, Pink Taxi Blogger
Posted by my hubby, who loves his sis-in-law equally.
The pink taxi runs from 7 am to 7pm. It picks and drops off my 3 kids at school, ballet,judo, aikido, violin, climbing, riding, squash, basketball, skiing, skating, swim team, friends, grandparents and teachers. The car, not pink, but a black SUV, drives to Carrefour and Coop. To Club stretch for pilates and Aviation club for weekly workouts. It is driven by a woman who navigates on the radio, gets DJed by her 4 year old or sometimes quietly reflects. The thoughts are about politics, family, humor, literature, art or fitness. Sometimes they are excruciatingly longwinded, other times they are gossipy and hot.
I hope you will all enjoy!