I’m aunting, starting Monday – for 11 straight days. My sister is giving me her most prized
possession on temporary loan, arriving as an unaccompanied minor on Swiss
flight LX014 on Monday at JFK. Then, for
the first time in my live, I will be in charge of something (somebody, sorry)
more complex than my plants – the only living thing I own. Although I have quite a few of them (plants),
but I think somehow it does not compare.
My friend Silvia cautioned me today: “you better not break him”. In
my head I added: “or lose him”. The
pressure is on: he’s also the only grandchild. Imagine I’d lose him in
the subway or in a shuffle in Times Square, or a bike rider ran him over, or a
truck struck him crossing the street. I’m stressed.
