Sylvia's Journal

Tessa called us from Death Valley in California. It is a matter of seeing is believing, the real thing so much better than its name. They did get a flat tire which is why she had time to call us from the tire-fixing place. Otherwise they are rather busy trying to press everything they want to do on this road trip into the remaining weeks – it is down to weeks now.

Sita skyped in a little later from her New York City hotel room, with Faro on her lap. She is experiencing the travails of being a working mother while Jim handles the day-during-daytime routine. And so when she comes home from a long day scribing of deliberations about cold chains and supply chains, he hands the baby over to her, ‘here, now it is your turn.

Faro can now crawl across a bed, a room, any surface really. And with that a new phase has arrived, the phase of The Mobile Baby. He is also recognizing us on skype and trying to touch us, drooling on Sita’s precious keyboard. A handful indeed.

We just learned from facebook that Sita is sequestered, after hours, in the UNICEF building where the conference is taking place. A suspicious package led brought in NYPD, sirens, and shut down the HVAC and elevators. They are told to keep working. Jim will have to wait with his ‘here, he’s yours,’ it seems.

We are packed for Japan and I am ready to get on a plane and stop worrying about things not done. Today was one of those days – cleaning my desk and things kept falling down on it. I am glad I am travelling with my best friend.

Just as I am over my fever, and on the mend, Axel is starting to pick up whatever strain of bugs I introduced in the house. He has to collapse whatever he has into three days, no more.

In the meantime I am trying to collapse lots of small and big assignments into the remaining three days as I would like to leave on Saturday being able to focus on what lies ahead in Japan and nothing else.

This is a challenge because most of the hours I am at the office are booked for one or another meeting. And so my early arrival at the office (6:15 AM) is helpful, leaving me a few hours to be at my most productive and most creative. There is a benefit to getting up in the middle of the night.

Much of my time now is devoted to learning or promoting learning. It is an enjoyable task because I get to explore areas that had either faded into faraway parts of my brain or are entirely new. Today we listened to two knowledge management experts of a local (for profit) management consulting firm. With knowledge its primary product, the company spends considerable resources on knowledge management and learning. We invited them to see what such a Cadillac model looks like and spark some ideas about things we could do, given our limited resources.  A few of us left with our minds spinning and much in awe. We have a ways to go but were warned not to bite off more than we can chew.  Good advice.

We had Faro and his parents over for much of the Thanksgiving holiday and although I was feeling crummy, it was wonderful to have them around and watch Faro trying to crawl, play guitar and learn Dutch children’s songs.

We also talked with Tessa who has nearly reached the halfway point of their road trip. They are starting to think about the return trip, taking the southern route, which makes a lot of sense.

After another horrendous coughing fit that woke both of us u last night, and completing my second week of feeling poorly, it was time to pay a visit to our new doctor.  He congratulated me on seeking help (of course) and then told me I had ‘walking pneumonia’.  This simply means you don’t have to get hospitalized and can keep walking, a mild form of pneumonia or bronchitis, he couldn’t quite tell.

I received an antibiotic injection and prescriptions for two kinds of antibiotics, one for now and the other as a backup to use when I get on my way to Japan and still feel crummy. I would like to enter the plane on Saturday morning as a healthy person. I also would like to come out healthy on the other end because at Narita they have giant heat sensors to pick out people with (any kind of) the flu. And who knows what happens then.

I also went to see the foot doctor for another cortisone injection because I would like to be able to walk in Japan. Lately, a walk around the block ended in a hard to disguise limp. The last shot was 6 month ago. So tomorrow I should be well again.

I notice my entries are getting further and further apart. I believe it is because of sinking from a cold into something more serious over the last 2 weeks, when I returned from Bangladesh.  Still, in the meantime we went south to DC and west for thanksgiving and north for post-Thanksgiving.

In Franconia (NH) we experienced our first snow of the season. It is really winter there. Canon mountain had all the snowmakers going on full blast when we arrived and was fairly white when we left (snowmakers still going but now complementing the natural layer that had fallen overnight).

The softly descending snowflakes on Sunday morning put me in a poetic mood, with a poem surfacing without any effort from my side. It was my first poem in ages.  Snow slows things down, even when just watching it from a warm inside. It also creates a mood of ‘now.’  Both seem to be important for bringing forth the muse.

We drove our second cousin once or twice removed (?) to Cambridge. She was part of the mini family reunion we had up there at her New York uncles’ and California aunt’s old vacation home in Franconia.

We took advantage of being in Cambridge and went to see Lincoln and then have a lovely after theatre culinary experience at a Kendall Square wine bar called belly. Although we are vegetarian wannabees we cannot help ourselves to order steak tartare at those rare occasions when it is on the menu – it was well worth the trangression, and nicely bracketed by an arugula salad and a beet/bean salad.

Despite the stuffy nose and having been in an all day meeting, there was an extension of the day at the WorldBank where I attended a Fail Faire.

Colleagues had told me about this Fail Faire and I had been skeptical, wondering why anyone would be willing to get up on a stage and talk about his or her failure. I do accept the premise that we learn from failure but somehow I couldn’t get my head around the concept of this being done on a stage and in a public place.

The WorldBank hosted the event which was well attended by a large crowd of predominantly young (inferred from the high energy at 6 PM on a Friday) development workers with an ICT interest, as this was the focus of the failures. There was much twittering around me about the lessons that emerged out of the failures – a very connected crowd.

We listened to the failure stories which were presented in comedy club style – there was much laughing and many clever slides with even more clever pictures and very little text. At the end, using applause level as the measure, we elected the church lady and the computer class in Angola as the winner – not necessarily the most insightful failure but certainly the funniest story and best presentation.

I had expected something completely different and now can understand the appeal. Who would not want to be entertained on a Friday evening, with free drinks and snacks, in the company of best friends and colleagues listen to people who fell on their faces? I’d go again but I don’t think I would ever present as these were hard acts to follow.

I thought that with the daily use of the neti pot I had finally conquered colds, forever. I had not had a cold since last March when I went on a serious detoxifying Ayurveda diet with all its side practices of neti pot, tong scraping, meditation, brushing and what not. The only thing I never stopped using was the neti pot and I discovered I remained cold free. QED!

Not anymore. A mega cold has hit me but I remained in denial till Wednesday night, going off to work in the middle of the night and to bed in the early evening, waking up miserably every two hours.

Now I am in Arlington with my stuffy nose. It may not interfere with the plans for today: I am going to indulge with five other colleagues in figuring out how we can become a learning organization. It is the slack time to do this which some twenty years ago we joked about. Imagine that, paid slack time. And now, here it is. Three cheers for never giving up.

Our home work was to study organizations that have tried to do what we are trying to do. We are in odd company: LL. Beans, the US army and lots of hospitals. Harvard professors have written about the learning organization and then there is of course the society for organizational learning and its founder Peter Senge who popularized the concept in the early 90s. I think that is just about the time we talked about slack time.

Axel has joined me – we have decided that whenever possible, he should come along, a break from being the stay at home partner is just as important as a break from being the travelling partner. We are also travelling together to Japan in a few weeks.

Miles and days have passed since I last wrote. The trip tripped me up, health wise, as I am struggling to keep, what feels like the flu, at bay. I haven’t been sick in 9 months and thought that I could stay ahead of colds and the like with my neti pot and mostly vegetarian eating. Not quite.

The trip back felt interminably long. The last straw was a Boston jet way that couldn’t connect to the plane in the right way, keeping us standing cheek to jowl in the aisles, everyone wanting to get out so badly. Once we were out a security door was locked leaving ground personnel flummoxed and us travelers stranded between the plane and the immigration area in the bowels of Logan airport.  After 20 hours of travel such things become major irritants.

Finally, at 2:30 PM I was home at beautiful Lobster Cove on a beautiful fall day, although I don’t recall much about it. At 5:10 PM I was sound asleep.

Monday was a holiday, and another 10+ fall day. I spent much time outside, cleaning out one of the garden beds to plant the garlic and getting the daylight to help reset my bio clock back to Manchester time. It is not quite there yet. I keep getting up at 3 AM, wide awake. This makes for an early arrival at work (before 6 AM), lunch at 10 AM and I am ready to go home at 2 PM., and back to bed at 8 PM.