Reid has returned, no worse for the wear, from his sojourn to India. We talked at length last night on a dad-initiated call. The kids sounds great. He spent the last half of his trip by his lonesome. That takes some nerve to pack up and head to the other side of the world when you don’t know but a single soul. But Reid has a daring side that I admire and encourage (within limits, of course).
If nothing else, his trip affirms he can make his own decisions, spend his own money and be his own man.
Nevertheless, last week’s letter went solo to Ellen. It was like the old days when she was at Butler U. before her ‘bro arrived. But Reid’s name is plastered on the salutation line of this week’s letter – which is already in the mail.
Here’s what I wrote to Ellen last week:
February 27, 2012
Ellen: Betsy and I just got done pinging back and forth about your expected due date. I told her late April or early May. That sounds about right, doesn’t it? She’s always so good to ask how you guys are doing. She asked about the pecking order of visitation once the little girl arrives. Your photo is good. You’ve taken very good card of yourself physically and dietary-wise and you’ve hardly gained any weight. That is a good thing. Your mom didn’t gain all that much weight with you or Reid, either.
Speaking of Reid, as you say, typical Reid. He takes the one trip that you want to hear about and we don’t get squat from him. I hope things are okay. How did Tim manage to get that one video of Reid and Liz in the cab? I wish I had her phone because I’d check in to see how the trip went and how Reid is doing. From all indications, Bangalore is the tech center of India. Incredibly, my post from last week, which mentioned Bangalore once, gets picked up by a blogger in India who tells me Bangalore is considered a garden spot. So that was pretty cool. That made me feel a little better about things. Hopefully Reid’s having a great time and getting his fill of exploration. Once a Razzmatazz, always a Razzmatazz. Hard to sit back and wait to hear about his worldly exploits. In a major coincidence, Bob Furstenau traveled to Ghana the same day Reid left for India. Bob was seeing one of the twins, Tori, I think, and he took Adrian with him. He texted a little bit the first day about how different things were but no word since.
Tim texted me from the Charlotte airport just a few moments ago. He must be on U.S. Air as this would be their hub. He says they caught a few red fish but the conditions were awful. For a fly fisherman that must’ve meant heavy wind because he’s not about to toss any other line in the water. Once the baby situation settles in, you three ought to come down here and we’ll trek over toward the ocean, down by Charleston or Hilton Head so your little one can anoint her toes in the Atlantic and Tim and I can try our hand at the coastal fish there. That would be a lot of fun. I think your bro’ is planning on Thanksgiving down here but we have yet to make any solid plans. Who knows, he might want to head to M-SP to spend some time with Liz. We’ll just have to wait and see how all that unfolds. Depending on your schedule and energy level, I could always trundle up there, too. I don’t need to bunk with you guys and create unnecessary turmoil. There have to be motels nearby. No biggie. I can go either way.
Another reorganization at work. But my name still shows on the chart, so that is a good thing. One of my best friends, Tom, is pulling up stakes and moving his family to Washington, D.C. where he will take a position with a big association. It’s not a bad move for him other than the price of real estate and uprooting his seventh grader to a new school system. But that’s the way of the banking world. There’s just so much uncertainty. We are still going to contract size-wise down here so he was being pretty prudent in his planning. Hard to lose friends, though, when you don’t have very many to start with. We had golfed a far amount and now that’s done.
I’m getting kind of burned out on my church newsletter. It’s been more than three years of 12 pages month in and month out, and it’s just taken a mental toll. Hard to keep the creative juices flowing issue after issue. More and more photos are taking the place of copy. That’s not all bad from the reader’s perspective if you believe ‘a picture is worth 1,000 words’. I don’t get much editorial help about news although I’ve not really recruited people to step in. Some have volunteered but their idea of a contribution is to submit a poem or some other creative reflection. I need people who can write on events and such and stick to deadlines. But enough moaning. Another issue is due March 11.