One thing we can always count on, besides death and taxes, is change. Change is a constant (how’s that for an oxymoron?) in all of our lives; and in most of our minds, most of the time, “change” is negative. But, I learned years ago that that is not always true. Sometimes “change” is just different, and sometimes “change” is good. It really depends on our attitude.
“Mom, what are you doing on Thursday, December 27th, at 1:00?” a question from my son and the beginning of the mystery that would become one of my Christmas presents this year… Continue reading
Disney may be the ‘Happiest Place on Earth’, but Christmas would have to be the ‘Happiest Day on Earth’. A busy time for families, we are often having to stop ourselves to remember not just what, but Who we are celebrating.
Admittedly, this is not always easy, add the fact that both my husband and son each own a UPS Store, and life can get down right hectic. Of course almost everyone in the family does or has helped out through the years. I used to go in to my husband’s store during this season to pack boxes, which I truly enjoyed. When our children started having children, I was relegated to “Nana Duty” allowing the younger, quicker, less talkative, family members to work.
Last week when I shared my blog with my parents about the Asian side of our family, I received a slight admonishment from my Dad, “What about the Italians?”
Last night was a cultural hodge-podge; tater tot casserole, just about as Middle-Class Caucasian as you can get, and the movie, Crazy Rich Asians. I’m sure it’s due to the ethnicity of the people involved, but it kind of reminded me of The Joy Luck Club…kind of. Both wonderful stories, both with the underlying sting of a deeply matriarchal society, and both stirring up amusing memories.
When I was 55, my husband bought me a DNA kit through Ancestry.com. I received my kit, collected my spit, sent it in, and waited. The results were mostly expected. There were a few surprises, like 17% Scandinavian. There were also a few “less than 2%’s” that were odd…not the least of these being Middle Eastern and European Jew. But, overall, it was fun and exciting and, in a nutshell, this is me ~
I guess it was always there waiting for just the right moment to strike. It was silent, deadly, like a pestilence taking over its victim until there is no recourse; until there is nothing anyone can do. I didn’t notice it in New Jersey. And, at first, I didn’t notice it in Florida, but it was there lurking. It started slowly taking up a little more space each year until, finally, it happened. My hair exploded like a megaton bomb.