I’ve been lazing in bed all day. A semi-cold grounded me. But as always, laziness plays a far more potent role than I ever give credit to.
2018 was a year of massive highs and lows. Saying goodbye for good isn’t ever easy. It’s harder still when it’s out of the blue and leaves you reeling. But thankfully there were the same old comforting things like reptiles and dinos and superhero movies to look forward to, while bingeing on nachos and setting up reading challenges.
I traveled a fair bit and I hope to continue that into 2019 as well. Caught up with the dearly beloved and some others out of a sense of familial responsibility but came away with realizations each time around which have been and will be enlightening in the long run.
We took some tough decisions as a family and girded ourselves up for potential big hitting changes but things haven’t rocked the boat yet. That we are prepared, helps me sleep better at night.
I started on my book. It took me forever to see what was staring at me all along; I needed to talk a bit less and write stuff out a whole lot more. It may never end up on a bookshelf barring my own, but it will get done and soon.
As a family we achieved big milestones of forbearance, discovery and made new memories. We had major laughs, hit our heads against some walls (me more than Red) and in the end decided to suck it up and be grown ups!
More than anything else, this year has been one for generating massive amounts of food for thought. What kind of child to I want to be? What kind of a parent, friend or spouse? And most importantly…how do I want my day-to-day to play out. Am getting to the answers despite the lure of Netflix and Amazon Prime.
Here’s to a fabulous 2019 from me and mine along with a retrospective of the year that was.
I first blogged in 2005. Courtesy Red. When we met he asked me a couple of questions about my interests and what sort of things was I into; sadly my answer to most were no. And stoic man that he is, he never batted an eyelid at any of them. And still doesn’t a decade after knowing me. But when he asked me about blogging something sparked an interest and I decided to set me up a blog and see for myself what it was all about.
I made friends via my posts, most whom I’ve yet to meet face to face. I got glimpses into lives in other counties, states, countries, continents and gave them one into the garrulousness of mine.
I exchanged relationship advice with some, starting from dating, marriage and then moved onto parenting. Lost a blogger friend and grieved for a while because he had been funny, very real and gave some really interesting parenting advice and never took me to task for cribbing. About anything.
I’ve made my blog my ranting corner, my mouthpiece for everything under the heavens and earth and it’s a part of my life now.
I started out with a blog on Livejournal, transitioned to Blogger and then finally this one on WordPress. I guess I was looking for something that fit well and over the years, each one has fit in some measure depending upon what I wanted to say and how I wanted it to be said.
It’s honestly like looking back at a ten years-younger me and marvelling at somethings, shaking my head at plenty others and occasionally saying, “Bet you never saw this coming huh?”.
So what’s next? Hopefully another ten-year reunion in 2025 with the me from today and seeing what we’ve got up to in the decade that followed.
We will be completing a year in the new place or in the “new house” as MLM still calls it. He’s very clear it isn’t ‘home’ but the new house but I know it’s become home for us all.
I took the longest to settle in of the three of us. Red and the brat hit the ground running once we moved in but since the time that we decided to buy the place, get it ready to our specifications and finally move in, I guess I’ve spent the most time with the place.
I know in which room the tile is still a wee bit loose and makes a sound when you step on it, which room of the house gives you the best view of the world outside and how utterly fantastic it feels to walk in through the front door.
It’s not always about how much you labor towards something and then start to enjoy the result; it’s also about the things you feel when you start getting closer to the idea of you how wanted your own house or home to be.
MANY years ago I was having dinner at the house of a couple who lived on a high-rise overlooking either the East or Hudson river; I forget which. Their apartment wasn’t all that great, it was a typical Manhattan apartment, compact, but it had an amazing view of the skyline and the river. The terrace was huge! You could’ve rebuilt half the apartment there! Ever since that night when I was about 12 or so I’ve known how I wanted my home to look.
Fast forward to circa 2014 and we’re living a yuppie life with lots of trappings, fun, interesting new people who we’re getting to know better each time and the childish dream of a loft apartment keeps receding because the reality of this life is so, so, so much better.
And we get to see these guys when it rains…
MLM has been learning about farming and farm animals at school. While I was picking up some stuff for the house today I came across a very nondescript plastic bag with a bunch of farm animal figurines. Providence! I thought it’d help reinforce some concepts. I bought it for him as an after-school surprise and MY! was he happy!
It’s a pretty nice toy… a rolled up plastic sheet with a farm land printed on it and a typical bunch of farm animals that one might expect to find.
He was SO enraptured with it that it HAD to come down to the play area with us. And that’s where it happened- my boy became THE MAN. For an hour.
He rolled out his farm and started to set up shop and all the other kids (in the small kids age group) descended on him and asked him if they could play with specific figurines. And in the midst of all the hubbub sat the little man graciously doling out animals and his favors to the crowd of munchkins.
He has some yardstick I’m sure for determining who gets what because he graciously gave the horse to someone but kind of dismissively gave the donkey to another kid. By the end of it there was a gaggle (excuse the pun) of kids happily moving their animals around the farm and there was a new farmer in charge!
When it was time to go there was the usual reluctance of the kids to leave but this guy made sure each kid gave him back his toy and chased around one little boy who had run off with the turkey. Uff! I wouldn’t like to owe him money when he’s a adult :p
But it was a happy bunch of kids who left and he made more friends, or started off on the road to making friends than before. And all because of some cows and ducks? Move over Old MacDonald! There’s a new king in town!