A good friend lost their family cat of 18 years recently. They knew the time was coming, of course, which meant they could take some time to appreciate and coddle him a bit extra, before their final goodbye. Continue reading “Goodbye Banzai”
I’m writing this on May 10th. Mother’s Day. I wore my mask and walked over to mom and dad’s for the first time in COVID-time and the first time this season and the first time probably in 2 years because walking there is not a thing when we have extremes of either heat or rain, and last year it seemed like we alternated between the two.
But I’ve gotten off track. So anyway…
It was Mother’s Day and I got to see my Mom, which was great. Dad bought us all a take-out lunch (thanks again Dad!) and I saw my family as a whole (distanced in general and masked a good bit of the time as well) and we played some fun games (which did not require us to cluster).
It’s a good family day!
It’s also the post that – because of my scheduling delay – will go up on Wednesday May 27, midweek after Memorial Day.
Which if I am remembering right, is Uncle Steve’s birthday, and Libby’s birthday.
And knowing that ahead means I’m missing my NJ families, and my uncle, albeit in different ways.
And so I’m just pausing in my semi-random flotsam, to be thankful for all the people who bless my life, but aren’t in my life day-to-day, whether that separation is just-across-town-but-COVID, or across-state-lines, or across-the-great-divide.
You’re loved. You’re missed.
And I’m so thankful for you!
Happy birthday LibbyLou!
I want to hug my sister and my BIL and my dear, beautiful, delightful nieces.
I want to hug my parents. I want to have them over for dinner, to sit and chat and enjoy each other’s company. Continue reading “What I want”
Even people who are nearby are far, for the moment. Some of my family is walking distance, and now the weather has finally started to turn nice to walk — but social distancing means staying away. Continue reading “Missing”
I don’t get to come up to NJ as often as I’d like.
I don’t get to see my friends up in NJ as often as I’d like. Continue reading “Visitations”
It’s been 10 days since the fall, and S is heading home.
I am up early, as I tend to. Comparatively speaking, anyway. So I get in my workout, a shower, the last of the packing (other than S’s morning stuff). Most of the rest we gathered up last night.
She has set alarms, so Continue reading “The Return – scenes from Saturday”
Since returning home I’ve heard directly or indirectly from everyone from my Asia cruise gang.
Well, except the one person.
I mean, technically, he was the first person I heard from. Continue reading “Residual”
A fabulous Birthday wish
For a fabulous friend
I hope your day is so Very happy!
You’re a blessing in my life!
The port where we’ve docked is a good hour from Kuala Lumpur proper, so there’s ample opportunity to nod off en route.￼
But I wake up in time to see the city, the old train station, the national mosque, the war memorial and museum visit. And of course, to see the towers.
(G had already done this tour, so he really didn’t need to come do it again. But I’m on it, so he signed up again. Did I mention, likes me lilbit? – More than a little, and a lot more than like, he says.)
As usual, because of the long ride and the full itinerary, everything we stop to do is a big rush.
Back on board the ship, we head to our cabins – no socializing this afternoon … It’s packing night. I’m carrying off (which I debate briefly but ultimately decide is the only way I’m getting everything off the ship). I get squared away, showered and dressed for dinner, when G calls to say that T has invited everyone to come down and meet for drinks before dinner.
I buy everyone a round, and we all have a great time hanging out.
Then we go for a final dinner (or is it last supper?) The one that seems less “forever.”
Afterward we all go to the last show which is really quite awful but none of us is willing to leave the group to skip out.
Finally that torture ends, and we say our goodbyes, give hugs, and surprisingly manage not to cry all over each other.
Because all these initials I’ve been using don’t do them justice: Trudy, Greg, Viviana, Andy, Patricia, Suzanne. May we all meet again. ❤️
While we were away, First Beautiful Niece left for college. No, I don’t know where the time went.
(Of course if we had known her schedule back when we were planning, we would have shifted our trip — but it was too late by the time we learned. We’ll know better when Second Beautiful Niece is heading off to school.) Continue reading “The nieces”