Homeville

Matt couldn't abide the bourgeois banality of our previous blog title (web address is still the same until our technological skill catches up with our social critique), so we are changing it to Homeville. Inspired by one of the cottages on our block, the name is appropriate in so many ways. The idea of home has been a preoccupation of mine since I was a nomadic child. My mother always said, where ever you are is home. I wanted to believe her and I have been trying ever since to make the zen-like philosophy of the snail my own, but with minimal success. I now tell Jake a variation on that same theme whenever he feels homesick: where ever we are together is our home.
When Matt and I were married Jeremy spoke elequently about the idea of "home," of how place and love and ritual and community are all home builders. Matt and I ended our vows to each other with the phrase: "You are home." And we continue to aspire to making part of the work of our partnership building the concentric circles of home, bringing into the sphere of comfort and familiarity more people and places and ideas. Homeville represents for us the challenge of moving beyond our ordinary view of home, beyond the well-worn shelter that holds our treasures, beyond the town we know, past ancenstral places. It is the challenge of maintaining a core of intimacy and also being a global citizen with a sense of compassion for and commitment to people we haven't met and can't understand. Like my mother's wisdom, its an aspiration more than a reality, but its a worthy aspiration; and it's one that helps us find peace and pleasure on this faraway little corner of earth that reminds us so much of home.
If you are reading this, if you have this address, you are already part of our home. And for all our cosmopolitan strivings, we still miss "home," and would love to hear from you. This homepage is not on a cul-de-sac; we chose this location for the two-way traffic. So leave us a comment. It doesn't need to be crafted or clever. Tell us what you had for dinner or what you are reading or what makes you different from other mammals.
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I like the name change! Thinking about you all lots--I gave my friend (well, ex-boyfriend) your email and the link to this webpage a few days ago--he just got settled in Melbourne last week and may well be in touch with you, so don't be alarmed by a Kevin Luten having tracked you down in Australia.
I can't believe how light (in color--just to be clear) Lucy's hair has gotten...and please let me know if I need to set about obtaining a "back-up" bunny--am more than happy to do so!
Am off to far more banal pursuits (like finishing this memo) but am so enjoying hearing of your adventures and discoveries.
Big hugs to all of you.
With love,
Auburn
A quick DC story...I went to El Tamarindo for dinner last night (a TOTAL dive of a Mexican restaurant on the corner of 18th and U) and happened to walk in with George Stephanopolous...who was REALLY short and eating alone. Hmmm...
OK, so this post finally shamed me into dropping a quick note to say hello and give you the 30-second summary of "Where Melissa's gone?!?!" Mike and I bought a house in Arlington this month and have been packing, moving, and working ever since. All I want to do is sit on my back porch and curl up with a book, but there's so much else to do... We went to the Bahamas for a week in the beginning of the month, courtesy of a friend's generosity, and were recently in Nashville for Chris Sabis's wedding (remember him?). I owe you a million stories, and will try to write some of them down soon. In the meantime, know that I'm reading your entries - and loving them! - and am so thrilled at the happiness you've all created for yourselves. *Hugs* from DC!
Love, Melissa
It is exciting to read your messages and to know you are all enjoying Australia and making so many new friends. I do love seeing the pictures of
my great grandkids.
You all look so healthy and happy. Keep the messages coming....With Love....Great Grandma Mary
I had grilled meatloaf with a cold bottle of beer for dinner and Im currently reading Duck in the Truck by J, Alborough. Lots of love,
Judah
Hey, I actually am logged on and found your site and figured out how to post outgoing. Talk about oldsters....
Here we are in the woods of Vermont in the house where my family's been coming since the 1940's (when Basil and Lilian used an unexpected $5000 bequest from Lawrison Riggs, a college chaplain whom Basil had been close to, to buy this old Lake Champlain fishing camp. You know that story, right?) It is hot today, the air barely moving, and the lake glassy calm. I thought of Naomi last night when we (the middle generation, having left the youngest with the eldest) came home late from dinner in Burlington and went swimming in the inky black lake. I did a few strokes for you, Naomi, and imagined all the life teeming down below unseen in the truly dark deep. A goofily large half moon hung orange and slightly blurry in the humidity above the Adirondaks.
Kids are off at Art Camp again today. Aidan and Eli are doing digital photography -- taking pictures with digital cameras all morning and editing them in the afternoon. Aidan told me they are learning about perspective. Sarah is doing little kids' art (you know, "mixed media"), and charming her counselors. She got put in the wrong group at first, but she's staying there because after one day the counselors said they love Sarah and wouldn't let her leave their group. As for what we're eating: Taco feast out of the Taco Kit box tonight. Aidan's tenth birthday tomorrow. They now deliver pizza from the Old Brick Store, so I think that's what we'll be eating for the birthday celebration (first of several, as Eliza's and Vicky's b-day is Saturday and they & families and Dad will all be here. I would bet on butterflied leg of lamb for that one, if Dad comes through. Unless we can get our hands on some 'roo). And drinking? Oh, you know, it is summer: everything, every night. I had a "Flirtini" last night!
The only thing missing on the site is some salutary jaundice, so here I am. I like Homeyville better than Homeville, because Homeville, well, it sounds like a family-friendly one-hour drama (with comedic elements) premiering on the WB.
Metcalf
Well thank god metcalf is with us and has brought the salutary jaundice. Its an essential element and I'm just no good at it. We're a little white for Homeyville, unless you meant it in a Simpsons sort of way. Besides I like the corny overtones of Homeville. But I take your point.
Melissa, please tell Chris Sabis congratulations for me. I remember him well. And unless I am mixing up years, Chris is the poor man I dubbed "naked guy" on his first day of law school in a civ pro class of 120 students in what must surely be one of my least inspired teaching moments. It seemed appropriate at the time somehow, and he took it amazingly well.
Last night Steve and I had a wonderful baked chicken dinner with a Greek salad, corn-on-the cob and watermelon at Tim and Suzanna's house in Afton. We began with a Firefly Shiraz that was very mellow and delicious, perfect for toasting a communal meal, giving thanks, and asking for blessings for each family member. Needless to say, you received those blessings at 7:30 p.m. Eastern Standard Time, Friday evening. So did everyone else you are related to.
Breakfast this morning was the usual: oats simmered with jumbo Thompson seedless raisins, seven almonds, a handful of walnuts, date sugar, molasses, pumpkin pie spice, and topped with French Sheep's yogurt drizzled with maple syrup. It was eaten under a river-bark birch tree looking up at the Blue Ridge Mountains. Sammie was at my feet.
Lunch was cabbage soup for Steve and carrot-fennel for me. He also had toast and peanut butter, while I had pecan-raisin bread and thought of where it sits in your kitchen in Washington across from the toaster. Tried counting how many slices of it I'd had in your kitchen, but lost count.
Dinner tonight will be more corn-on-the cob, sliced, just-picked tomatoes and cucumbers from the garden, triple-squash soup and braided blackberry strudel with pear port.
It's berry picking time here, and all the wild blackberry bushes along the horse pasture are full of ripe fruit.
Even so, I wish I were sitting down at your table and sharing your winter meals with you.
There's a new book out aimed at seven and eight year olds that Jake would love called "Dead Guys Talk." It's a mystery. Maybe your bookstore on the corner has it. Happy reading!
Here are some links that I believe will be interested
Very best site. Keep working. Will return in the near future.
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The zoo looks wonderful fun and I'm looking forward to visiting it with you when I get there. Never seen kangaroos up close, or for that matter platypusses or wombats.
I went to Thai Orchid Garden the other night with Pete and Patti (Fairchild)and had one of my favorite dishes, the soft-shelled crab curry. It was really exquisite, and you can take my word for it because the fortune in my cookie said "You are widely admired for your impeccable taste."
(I think "widely detested for my impeccable taste" is nearer the mark.)
I was a little startled, Om, to hear you refer to yourself as a nomadic child, but I guess you were. I never thought of our travels that way--I was always home with you and Jude and yo mama--but I suppose we did move around quite a lot. I hope it did you no lasting harm.
Can't wait to see the more thought-
ful and mature Jake, especially the one who can catch a ball now; and I can't wait to see Lucy walking around. And of course you and Matt.
Much love,
Homey
Greets to the webmaster of this wonderful site. Keep working. Thank you.
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hi Jake! i miss ya! your matey,Rachel
Dear Jake,
Last night, while riding along on the outer arm of the Milky Way, Coach and I sat at a table in the garden looking up into space and watching the heavens.
We saw thousands upon thousands of beautiful sights, and moving inbetween them were two satellites, dozens of airplanes and three flying saucers. Of course I thought of you and Lucy, Babar and Celeste, and wished we could all be riding around together on our own space ship, but I will have to settle for a flying carpet.
Tell Lucy to be ready tonight, right after your Mom and Dad shut off the lights and leave the room. I'll fly in through the window and pick you both up and we'll have a wonderful adventure.
Can't wait.
Love,
Gran
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