Wednesday, October 27, 2010

It's a beautiful day in the neighborhood ...

 Shot with my iPhone through the rainy windshield

I really was hoping for a pot of gold, but I was late for work and had to pass it by.

Monday, October 25, 2010

Adventures at TJ's

The Roo-girl and I have a new passion:

The specialty grocery store known as Trader Joe's.

If you aren't lucky enough to live in one of the nine states where Trader Joe's live, then I pity you.

After all, TJ's is the home of such wondrous treats as Candy Cane Joe-Joe's (something NO household should be without for the holidays) and some incredible peanut butter cups that give Reese's a run for their money.

It's also the home of organic treats and vegetarian and vegan delights.

Roo and I like it there. We are relatively recent converts to the awesomeness of Trader Joe's, but we are fervent in our enthusiasm.

Stopping there after cheer practice is a frequent pleasure.

This weekend, though, we went just because.

The journey started with this question, as Roo scoured the shelves for her favorite honey-roasted snack:

"Where are my nuts???"

And I promptly burst into hysterics ... because I AM a 12-year-old boy, after all.

Monday, October 11, 2010

Things that might have been but are not

I probably looked at the calendar about 20 times this weekend, unable to figure out what was nagging at me about this week.

Sure, I had stuff listed there: high school football games, tutoring, Wonderhubby's birthday, physical therapy appointments, cheer parent meetings.

But that wasn't it.

Something. It was something.

This morning I figured it out.

Today would have been my 18th anniversary, had I stayed married to He Who Shall Not Be Named -- and, of course, had he lived to tell about it.

Eighteen is an auspicious number in the Jewish tradition.

I borrowed this definition from because my feeble attempts to explain it were inadequate:
The word for "life" in Hebrew is "chai." The two Hebrew letters that make up the word "chai" are chet and yud. In Gematria (the numerical value of Hebrew letters), chai is equivalent to 8 and yud is equivalent to 10. So "chai," chet and yud together, equals 18. Giving money in multiples of $18 is symbolic of giving "chai" or life. Many people give money in mulitiples of $18 as presents to someone celebrating a birth, a bar or bat mitzvah or a wedding.

So, on the anniversary of "life," I remember -- but only briefly -- the years of "death."

And then, I sweep those cobwebs back to the trash heap where they belong, and give thanks for my amazing (and patient) husband; my baby girl, who doesn't have to live under that cloud; my boys, who survived the years and love me anyway.

And the life I have. The beautiful, sweet, loving, delightfully boring life that I have.


Friday, October 8, 2010

He did what??? Where????

There's something about childbirth that forces a woman to forgo all sense of modesty.

After all, there's usually a room full of people all focused on a part of your anatomy that normally isn't on display.

In my case, with the Drama King, there were people with their HANDS in places that they had no business being -- trying to help a 9 pound 2 1/2 ounce baby who wasn't planning on getting out the way he got in.

When the Roo-girl was born, my pediatrician was in the room. He was quite a bit younger than me (a whippersnapper barely out of residency when Drummer and DK were little and we joined his practice), and it never even occurred to me that he had a view of my nether regions that he NEVER would have seen otherwise. I mean, seriously!

But you don't think too much about it. You're having a baby, after all, and that's where babies come from.

So no biggie.

Many many years later, when degeneratively arthritic vertebrae cause pain that isn't restricted to just the back, and one of the answers is physical therapy ...

And you find yourself face-down on a table with your pants pulled down below the crack and a male massage therapist with his hands on your butt ...

Well, the indignity of it all is astounding.

Just sayin'.
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