Or, my random musings for January…
On My Kids – I’m not one to brag but I have to tell you what joy means to me. My children.
Without them, my life would be incomplete. An unfinished symphony, a dangling participle. A cliffhanger without the final chapter. Or a series finale, much like the one for “The Sopranos,” which ended up being reviled by so many.
I have two and their births did a number on my body, pushing it to its limits. None more than my son who, in order to get him out of me, I needed to have an emergency C-section. Not only was my body never the same, but the pregnancies made me break out in a rash of moles all over my back which I have to this day. Connect the dots never had it so good.
For what they did to my body and my sleep patterns, I should revile them and seek revenge–a pox on both their houses! (Oh wait, that would mean my house, too). But good golly Miss Molly, I can’t. I just love them so damn much!
If I could I’d spend all my time with them, even if it meant not being able to get anything done. My son is the oldest. Nearly 30. Sure, he doesn’t visit much, considering he lives 10 minutes away. But when he comes over he is sweet and good-natured and helps me around the house when asked. We watch TV together and on occasion we actually talk about life. His life, and he even asks for me for advice!
My daughter lives in Chicago where she loves her job and lives in a tony apartment building that has an interior spookily reminiscent of the hotel in the film, “The Shining.” I see her rarely, but we talk on the phone regularly, about books, movies, life and everything in between. I’m so proud of her and the life she’s made for herself in the Midwest, but when she talks about the freezing temps and winds in Chicago, I love mentioning that here in San Diego, it’s in the 70s and 80s.
I’m thinking of my kids right now because we spent so much time together during the holidays and I’m still feeling the warm vibes of the wonderful time we had and the genuine affection between us. No fighting, no dysfunction. Just laughs and good intentions. With my daughter home and my son staying with us, I relished every minute of it. We were like the three Musketeers–plus two dogs, of course–doing everything together, including taking Henry and Oliver to the dog beach on Christmas Day, seeing a bunch of movies, going on walks, watching mindless movies on TV like “The Interview” and “Home Alone,” eating out, eating in, and noshing in between. It was perfectly perfect in a perfect kind of way.
Resolutions, Take 2 – So now it’s back to business, which is where you’ll find me come Monday morning. In my last post I kidded about New Year’s resolutions, and many of you agreed. The bar is set way too high on resolutions. So here are my real, realistic resolutions, all kidding aside. Resolutions are all about self-improvement, after all and no one needs self improving more than me.
- I will not take up smoking and become a coughing fiend. I’ve seen what it does to others and it’s not pretty.
- I will iron more so I’m not wearing wrinkled clothes all the time, and I will put all my holiday decorations away by the end of January.
- I will stop hoping for snow in San Diego around the holidays, just because of all the songs like “Let it Snow,” “White Christmas” and “Winter Wonderland,” which have me convinced that the season is nothing without snow. It’s never gonna happen here, even if it does snow sometimes in the surrounding mountains. San Diego proper will never get cold enough. Hoping for hail has a much better chance.
- I will never say never. Unless it’s in a book that I’m reading aloud, in which case, all bets are off.
- As convenient as it is, I will not use Oliver as a lap desk, even if my iPad does fit nicely on his back when he’s dozing on my lap and I can write like this for hours if he lets me. And he does.
- I will not give the stink eye to the next person who says, “Consider the alternative,” when I’m bitterly lamenting how very old I am and how uncannily new wrinkles keep popping out.
Let’s see how long these resolutions last, which I should point out, are subject to revisions as the year progresses.
Brazil – Here’s what I know about Brazil: The World Cup was played there last year. The 2016 Olympics will be held there, and to quote a line from one of my favorite plays, “Charley’s Aunt,” Brazil is “where the nuts come from.” Though I don’t think Charley’s aunt was merely referring to the actual Brazilian nut.
Brazil is also where I’m headed, on what promises to be a whirlwind trip. I’m going on a special assignment, one that is taking me so far out of my comfort zone I may never find my way back. In anticipation of my departure, there’s much to do, so I will be spending the next few weeks preparing for it, and I will share more when I return.
Until then, I’ll be writing less on this blog, if at all, pending free time, stress levels, and whether I’ve managed to get my panties into a twist. I’ve asked my dear cousin Adele to contribute to this blog in my absence, and we’ll see if she delivers. Since I don’t pay her for the service, it’s hard to crack the whip, if you get my drift.
So, tah-tah for now, my friends! Wish me luck. I’m going to need it and then some.
Until we meet again, feel free to leave me all sorts of comments.