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
March 27, 2011
It's Your Birthday, Read My Blog!
I always tell her that she stands very close with my daughter as my favorite Afghan chick. My children certainly embrace her as a compatriot and call her Khaleh, a term of endearment which translates as Aunt, but really means so much more. My extended family members, as she knows a large lot of them, call her the Afghan Princess.
It is true that she was born a princess on March 28. She has also grown into the title with ease, graceful and elegant as she is. Beautiful she is from the outside and the inside.
Her only two flaws, I may permit to say is that she doesn't exercise enough, satisfied as she is with her mannequin figure. Her other flaw is that she doesn't read my blog. She probably thinks Hello magazine is more gossipy! So, take out the sports and the writing and find a common ground for our friendship....it is so large, "mashallah" as she would append, that a blog post wouldn't do justice.
As for my many flaws, she accepts them. And I think her tolerance for all my silly idiosyncrasies is laudable.
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!