Dreams, Moments, Travels
Four out of five water treatment plants were offline, and the remaining one distributing turbid water left Phoenix without water for a day and a half. Starbucks, Burger King, and various restaurants were without water or drinks other than bottled drinks. Most stores sold out of bottled water before noon. What if this had been during the middle of July on a 118-degree day?
Late in the afternoon, the sun glares through a western window towards our dusty, overcrowded knick-knack shelf.
Great Aunt Eleanor is 92 years old and just the sweetest old lady ever. Her mind is sharp and as politically and socially aware as it was many a year ago. Auntie’s days are spent eating bird-sized portions of meals while reading newspapers or listening to news radio. One of her favorite programs is listening to Matt Drudge on Sunday evenings. Auntie is my grandfather’s older sister and was happily married to Secret Service Agent Ken Burke, who passed away not too many years ago.
Another slow Saturday, relaxing, taking it easy. Made batata poha for breakfast, Caroline talked with her mom, and later, we had pizza with Sonal, Khushboo, and Hemu before going to see the Bollywood film Kisna.
Kisna starred Vivek Oberoi with a special appearance by Sushmita Sen and support by Isha Sharvani, Om Puri, and Amrish Puri. A nice love story taken from Hindu religious history about Krishna and Radha set during the great division of 1947. A man’s honor and commitment to his mother to protect an innocent girl whose father is murdered during the uprising is pushed to the limit on their journey to reach safety in Delhi. However, love blooms between the British girl and the young Hindu man, while conflict rages around him from a prince who wants to marry the girl and the man’s brother and uncle who want the girl dead. Tragedy encroaches with harrowing escapes until love and honor bring the story to a romantic end. A.R. Rahman did another great job on the soundtrack, as he usually has. Again, we were out at the Tempe Discount Theater, which occasionally shows Hindi (Bollywood) films, of which we’ve been to at least a dozen. Like most Indian movies, there were no less than five musical numbers, and the movie was about three hours long.
There’s been a glitch in the matrix, as the text accompanying this blog entry is not the original. What happened to what was written back on this day in 2005 is lost in time nor does Archive.org have a copy.
From our front balcony looking west, the sun sets on a cloudy winter day in the desert of Phoenix, Arizona.