All Partied Out!
I know we usually celebrate New Year's Day on January 1st, but in my life, it feels as if I actually have two "New Year's." I always say that my year kicks off with Buddah Boy's birthday near the end of July. We celebrated at the Santa Monica Pier, while hubby stayed home to attempt to pack for the Pismo camping trip. It was 107º in the shade that day, and he wished he had joined us at the pier as it was too hot to go in the rafters to haul down the camping gear.
After that comes the twins' birthday. This year we went to the top of the Bon Adventure in Los Angeles, for foo foo drinks and sunset watching. Then we went to Window's restaurant at the top of the SBC/ATT building for a delicious but muy caro dinner! Then soccer and school resumed, in that order. Next, comes Father In Law's 80th golf themed birthday, followed by Baby's two weeks later (she is planning a soccer/ toe nial painting party), with Papa's three days after that and hubby's one week following that, which usually falls during our school's festival, with Halloween two weeks later, and then we're deep into the holidays. I don't come up for air until January. I think some people think I am being anti social as I don't phone anyone during this period.
It's the same every year, and every year I panic. It's all good, fun stuff, but it's so much stuff. Planning and cooking, and shopping and cleaning with ridiculous deadlines to try to meet. I can't imagine it ever slowing down. Ever! But I sure pray to God that it will. I don't prefer to multi task, but I must admit, I am pretty good at it. The other day I came home from work at 4:30, threw a tri tip and some large potatoes in the oven, and left the house at 4:45 for my daughter's soccer practice at 5:00, hoped and prayed that it would be edible, and lo and behold it was!I just never know with tri tip in the oven. Sometimes it can come out chewey or dried out, but not this time. Then three days later, home from work at 1:30, prepared lunch for everyone, jumped into the car at 4 PM dropped two off at the dermo, dropped the other one off at the park, hoping to be able to return to the dermo before our name was called. Hit every red light on Reseda Blvd ( I might as well be driving in Cairo these days!) doctor had put my boys in a room but couldn't treat them as I wasn't there. Had to wait 45 minutes. Rushed out of there after one lanced cyst and a scraped off molluskum, headed to the library to check out 10 required classics for the twins' "book check" the next day.The books are required in addition to the 1200 page American Literature Anthology -better them than me- for their Honors American Literature class. Thank God I worked at that library and knew just where to go as it was about to close, and I know how those librarians don't appreciate late drop ins as they are preparing to leave. Got the books, and had just enough time to bring Buddah Boy to his practice at a different park. On the way there, he informed me that he had forgotten to grab his cleats.
One of the moms on Soccer Boy's team (the boy I had dropped off at the first park) had graciously offered to bring him to the park where Buddah Boy was practicing, as I couldn't leave Buddah Boy at his park early while I rushed to pick up Soccer Boy at the different location, who couldn't be left there late. At least Buddah Boy got to borrow Soccer boy's cleats. Now there's a fine example of brotherly love for ya. Here! Let's quickly trade our sweaty foot gear! Yikes! I don't think I could do that with anyone, no matter how much I loved them!
I groaned at the thought of managing three soccer teams and all of those practices during the dinner hour again. It seems nearly impossible to get it all done and yet I always seem to manage. I watch the piles of dust get deeper and deeper and wonder if the hall will ever get repainted or the tupperware shelf repaired.
Hubby, however, seems to thrive on the hustle and bustle. He signed on for the neighborhood council and has become an extremely active community member. He lunches with Greg Smith and is present for ground breaking ceremonies for new fire stations and park pools. He goes to AYSO referree meetings and still fits in time to actually play soccer with work buddies once a week. I don't think he notices the dust, and as long as there is dinner waiting for him when he gets home, whenever that might be, he is happy. He worries more about our financial security and things of that nature. He's pretty good about taking things one day at a time and not getting too far ahead of himself. We definitely have different agendas, but at least we share the same dreams and goals.
If we are lucky, some day we'll be two old folks taking walks and having enough time to actually read the newspaper on the day it arrives. I won't have to saran wrap his dinner, and the engine of my vehicle will actually have time to cool down. I'll once again look forward to the family events, this time as a guest and not a host, and life will assume a liesurely and predictable pace. I don't know. I'll believe it when I see it or live it or whatever.
READ THIS VERY SLOWLY... IT'S PRETTY PROFOUND.
Too many people put off something that brings them joy just because they haven't thought about it, don't have it on their schedule, didn't know it was coming or are too rigid to depart from their routine.
I got to thinking one day about all those people on the Titanic who passed up dessert at dinner that fateful night in an effort to cut back. From then on, I've tried to be a little more flexible.
How many women out there will eat at home because their husband didn't suggest going out to dinner until after something had been thawed? Does the word "refrigeration" mean nothing to you?
How often have your kids dropped in to talk and sat in silence while you watched 'Jeopardy' on television?
I cannot count the times I called my sister and said, "How about going to lunch in a half hour?" She would gas up and stammer, "I can't. I have clothes on the line. My hair is dirty. I wish I had known yesterday, I had a late breakfast, It looks like rain." And my personal favorite: "It's Monday." .She died a few years ago. We never did have lunch together.
Because we cram so much into their lives, we tend to schedule our headaches.. We live on a sparse diet of promises we make to ourselves when all the conditions are perfect!
We'll go back and visit the grandparents when we get Steve toilet-trained. We'll entertain when we replace the living-room carpet. We'll go on a second honeymoon when we get two more kids out of college.
Life has a way of accelerating as we get older. The days get shorter, and the list of promises to ourselves gets longer. One morning, we awaken, and all we have to show for our lives is a litany of "I'm going to," "I plan on," and "Someday, when things are settled down a bit."
When anyone calls my 'seize the moment' friend, she is open to adventure and available for trips. She keeps an open mind on new ideas. Her enthusiasm for life is contagious. You talk with her for five minutes, and you're ready to trade your bad feet for a pair of Roller blades and skip an elevator for a bungee cord.
My lips have not touched ice cream in 10 years. I love ice cream. It's just that I might as well apply it directly to my stomach with a spatula and eliminate the digestive process. The other day, I stopped the car and bought a triple-decker. If my car had hit an iceberg on the way home, I would have died happy.
Now...go on and have a nice day. Do something you WANT to......not something on your SHOULD DO list. If you were going to die soon and had only one phone call you could make, who would you call and what would you say? And why are you waiting?
Make sure you read this to the end; you will understand why I sent this to you.
Have you ever watched kids playing on a merry go round or listened to the rain lapping on the ground? Ever followed a butterfly's erratic flight or gazed at the sun into the fading night? Do you run through each day on the fly? When you ask "How are you?" Do you hear the reply?
When the day is done, do you lie in your bed with the next hundred chores running through your head? Ever told your child, "We'll do it tomorrow." And in your haste, not see his sorrow? Ever lost touch? Let a good friendship die? Just call to say "Hi"?
When you worry and hurry through your day, it is like an unopened gift....Thrown away.... Life is not a race. Take it slower. Hear the music before the song is over.
When help is rendered by weighing the receiver's need
And not the donor's reward, its goodness grows greater than the sea.
The man who removes a mountain begins by carrying away small stones.
There are no more hours in a bad day than in a good one!
It is good to give charity before praying.
- Shulkhan Arukh, Orakh Chayim
For certain things are not refused us, but their granting is delayed to a fitting time.
Don't let life discourage you; everyone who got where he is had to begin where he was.
-Richard L Evans
A bird doesn't sing because it has an answer; it sings because it has a song.
Worrying is like a rocking chair: it gives you something to do, but it doesn't get you anywhere.
Many waters cannot quench love, neither can floods drown it.
- Song of Songs 8:7
Listen to the sound of water. Listen to the water running through chasms and rocks. It is the minor streams that make a loud noise; the great waters flow silently.
The hollow resounds and the full is still. Foolishness is like a half-filled pot; the wise man is a lake full of water.
Life is ten percent what happens to you and ninety percent how you respond to it.
Until you're ready to look foolish, you'll never have the possibility of being great.
Nobody is ever impoverished through the giving of charity.
Nothing lowers the level on conversation more than raising the voice.
To admit you were wrong is to declare you are wiser now than before.
Yearn to understand first and to be understood second.
-Beca Lewis Allen
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