It was an unassuming Sunday afternoon. I had to venture to the store for a few items. It was a leisurely excursion. Unlike most days, I wasn't in a hurry and indulged in the luxury of lollygagging my way through the aisles. Picture a normal, average shopper in the camping department examining flashlights — commonplace, ordinary and routine. That's me. Or maybe not. I didn't think I looked overly suspicious, but apparently I was. Either that or it was a slow day in the store detective department, because it wasn't long before I had one following me.
She was mad — one might even describe it as cataclysmically livid. She focused her ire at the entire family and made us aware of her displeasure with a decidedly cold shoulder and stiff whiskers. We all knew the cause of her chagrin and weren't about to give in to her demands. She gave us a silent, loathing stare with piercing green eyes while standing expectantly by the back door. Her intense gaze was unrelenting — as were we.
Never underestimate the power of a single piece of paper — especially if the paper in question is a genuine and authentic Certificate. My first grader came home with such a document this week. He brings papers from school just about every day. They are crunched and bent to fit inside his backpack. His Certificate was neither creased nor folded. It was held with great care and attentiveness, in his little hands, where he could keep it safe from the crowding and crinkling hazards lurking inside his backpack.
We'd been looking forward to the week for months. We planned, and packed, and prepared to play. The months of waiting became weeks, the weeks became days and then it was here: vacation! Seven days of perfectly choreographed bliss — or maybe not. Our trip took us on a journey to visit the world's most famous Mickey. It's one of our favorite destinations because it's a place where grown adults wear silly-looking mouse ears on their heads while dining on oversized, overpriced turkey legs and no one thinks that's weird. Oh, and there are the rides and attractions.
They are the same person, in two different-sized bodies, born a generation apart. They might have been twins, had they not been father and son. They are my husband and our youngest. They share similar personalities as well as a sharp sense of humor, affection for storytelling, tendency for voicing strong opinions, a love of debate and an unwillingness to back down from a disagreement —especially with each other. They are information gatherers, knowledge sponges, trivia fact hunting hounds and conspiracy theorists.
I've been contemplating marriage. Not getting married. I took care of that task years ago. I've been contemplating marriage as in the concept of. My daughter recently tied the knot and I've been reminiscing about my own newlywed days — and some of the lessons learned since way back then.
"We are what we repeatedly do. Excellence, then, is not an act, but a habit." —Aristotle I strive for an orderly life. It's less chaotic that way. Besides, with order comes power — the power of predictability. With predictability comes calmness and reduced stress. And that leads to order. You see how that came full circle? Just like the circle of life.
New Year's Day is perhaps the most celebrated holiday around the world. There's a universal appeal to newness, so the first day of a new year is a natural cause for a party. People have been celebrating the beginning of a new year for at least four millennia — or 28,000 dog years. Some of the first recorded celebrations were in Babylon. Then, the holiday was observed in March, during the first new moon following the vernal equinox. It was an 11-day celebration, making it New Year's Week-and-a-half, as opposed to New Year's Day.
'Tis the season to shop for gifts for friends, family and others who deserve a wrapped present as defined by the rules of political correctness. We all long to find the perfect gift, even though there is no such thing. Some choices are much better than others, however, so I'm here today wearing my Santa hat with a package or two of gift-giving advice — otherwise known as the dos and don'ts of the gifting process.
Greetings! Like the Terminator, we are back! You may have missed our holiday letter last year because we didn't send one. We weren't trying to be naughty, and I hope our lack of communication didn't get us knocked off your Christmas card list. In case it did, I am sending our greetings early this year so you will have time to fire off a card to us after receiving ours.