We have all of us been mostly in the house for quite some time now. I don’t know about you, but I’ve started noticing things, Cliff and I both have. Some things one or the other of us have been noticing for a long time, other things I have noticed and they are just kind of strange. Continue reading
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This post is for and about women. Men you may divert your eyes if you choose. If not, you have been warned.
In these days of “Corona Junk,” as one of my middle school students so accurately named it, we are often left to our own devices and our own personal demons. From what I’ve been reading and from my own personal musings, I have found that a lot of our demons are the same. They lurk in our pantries and reside quietly in our refrigerators and freezers. They only make themselves known when we are tired and bored and our will power has gone on vacation, lingering somewhere else when we need it most. And what do we do at those times? We cave. We eat. Sometimes we eat a lot.
Birthdays were always an important part of my childhood, probably because my Mom loved hers so much that it would last for the entire month of her birth. When my children were small, I always enjoyed coming up with themes for their birthdays. Superheroes and Teddy Bears, Sesame Street and the Little Mermaid, all played their part as our children’s birthday themes. It was especially fun to make pink cupcakes with the requested purple frosting that came out in a putrid shade of grey, but thrilled our little birthday girl just the same. Wonderful memories of simple birthday parties. This past weekend we celebrated a birthday of a different sort.
I was always taught as a child and continue to learn as an adult, that there is much to be celebrated about culture and its differences. My husband’s family is Chinese in ancestry and though my father-in-law is first generation Chinese, there are a few Chinese traditions that have carried over for us; traditions of Chinese New Year, a particular favorite of mine because of the amount of food involved; First birthdays, a big shindig for all of the family, and Long Life birthdays, which begin when you turn 60 and are celebrated every 10 years. An interesting fun fact, some people in China don’t celebrate any of their birthdays until they turn 60!
There is also the Chinese Zodiac. Though I don’t put much stock in zodiac’s of any kind, the Chinese Zodiac is intriguing because each is an animal and they repeat every 12 years. I am a pig, which in regard to my love of food, is appropriate. My father, who is 24 years older than me, is also a pig. Again, the man loves food, which makes me think there may be something to this thing. My father-in-law and husband are both horses; though my husband’s gets a little wonky since his birthday is in January and he tends to land on the cusp of things. He may be a snake, but he prefers to think of himself as the horse.
This past weekend my father-in-law turned 90, sort of.
The Chinese culture, like many cultures, has its own set of superstitions. My father-in-law was the 5th of 6 children. When my father-in-law (let’s call him Howard because that’s his name and it’s easier to type) was a baby he had pneumonia and was very sick. He was only 6 months old at the time and in order to trick the “evil spirits” into thinking he didn’t exist, his family did not acknowledge his birthday. Howard’s birthday wasn’t celebrated for quite some time, but living in America where birthdays are a thing, eventually they began to celebrate his birthday again on May 31st.
Fast forward 50 plus years. Howard is retiring and has dug his birth certificate out of the archives of his important papers. We were all there. We all witnessed the look of complete and total shock on the face of a man whose usual countenance is extremely placid. Imagine the surprise when he unfolded his birth certificate and discovered that his birthday is not May 31, 1930. His birthday is May 21, 1930. After they were done fooling the “evil spirits” his Mom began celebrating his birthday on the wrong day. In her defense, she did have 6 children. I’m sure it was hard to keep track. But, still kind of funny. He continued and we still continue to celebrate him on May 31st, since that’s the birthday he’s always known, this past weekend included.
This past weekend our home was transformed. My husband had been planning his Dad’s Long Life Party for the past year. He ordered myriads of Chinese food, hung paper lanterns and Chinese dragons, contacted his siblings and gathered videos. He did it all in honor of his Dad. This past weekend, surrounded by his son, grandchildren, and great-grandchildren, we celebrated 90 years of Howard’s life. It’s been a wonderful life! In a few weeks we will take Howard to the airport for his annual trip to Montana. The man goes every year to West Yellowstone to escape the Florida summers and to do what he loves best, fly-fishing. He has a townhouse there right outside of Yellowstone National Park. I asked Howard, being 90 now, how much longer he thought he’d want to go to Montana. His reply, “Until it isn’t fun anymore.” A wonderful life, indeed; but to Howard, it’s really not that big a deal!
Since we are currently somewhere between Mother’s Day and Father’s Day, I thought this would be a good time for this. It made me laugh. Out loud. Sitting in my kitchen. All by myself. I hope it does the same for you! A good laugh right now, is a very necessary thing!As always, I am grateful that you read my blog…You all are a very big deal!
This was written by Dave Barry on the difference between men and women:
This Sunday is Mother’s Day, a holiday honoring motherhood that is observed all over the world in one form or another. In the United States, it was created by a woman named Anna Jarvis in 1908. In 1914, President Woodrow Wilson made it an official holiday.
Last week I talked about the days that try women’s souls. This week, as you already know, those days are still here and it’s puzzling in more ways than one. These are the things I’ve found puzzling this week. They are completely unrelated except for the puzzling to me part. Being of the “high risk” variety, I’ve been in the house for a very long time, I feel no further explanation is necessary. Please consider yourselves warned.
…That try women’s souls.
You can tell because it’s all over Facebook and everyone knows if it’s on Facebook, it must be true.
For example ~ A “selfie” video post of a woman. It was dark where she was, the only light on her face came from her phone, casting an eerie glow to her face and her white hair. She had an important message and, from what I’m gathering, it is one shared by women everywhere that are now quarantining with their husbands.
Easter was different this year. Our normal family gathering of 25, not including invited friends, was down to 3. It was quiet. It was peaceful. And, though I missed the rest of my people, it was nice. I even dressed up a little, meaning I got out of my usual loose fitting capri yoga pants and tee shirt and put on capri leggings (i.e. fitted yoga pants) and a flowery top. I even did my hair and put on my face. I was less comfortable, but I looked better.
Well, I know “some” things. I know things about chia seeds and, because I love it so much, I know things about my family. But first, chia seeds…
I confess, it took me a very long time to eat chia seeds. Have you ever really looked at them? They don’t look like much, but evidently they are good for you. They’re packed with all kinds of good stuff like protein, calcium, iron, and magnesium. They lower your bad cholesterol and keep your brain healthy. They even help prevent osteoporosis. Of course, if you get them wet they turn into something that looks a lot like frog’s eggs. But people call it “chia pudding” and eat it anyway, so how bad can it be? Knowing all of the benefits, I was still hesitant to eat them and there was a very good reason. Chia Pets.