Happy Birthday Ken

Yes, it's my husband's birthday, he is forth five years old today. My sweetie is such a simple man, did not want any fuss or celebration ..... it's just another day he says. I cajole him to have a pancake breakfast at his favorite diner, but, no he declines. Minutes later we decide to patronize the bagel shop.

Makes me wonder at the different attitude between man and woman when it comes to celebrations. I would expect a meal at a restaurant on my birthday, something different from the everyday routine. Not, my husband, just happy as a lark to go with the flow and let yet another day go by ....... lah di dah!!!

Happy forty fifth birthday darling Ken. Thanks for purchasing more lobsters for me today. (yeah, Ken says that's his birthday present to me ...... imagine that, I get a present on his birthday .... I am the luckiest person on the face of the planet ...... special thanks to God in His infinite goodness in choosing a special person to share the rest of my life with. Amen.

lobsterfest .... bring it on!!!!!!!!!!

Walking into the supermarket on Memorial day (May 25) ... to which I now realize was also Ken and my sixth Wedding Anniversary -the Civil Registration- ... and greeting us at the door were the associates who had set up a promotion table covered in ice and on the tables were laid out yummy lobsters at an unbelievable cheap price. I swear my eyes glazed over when I looked at the lobsters and immediately enquired whether I could purchase them now and if they would please also steam it for me. The sales associate very nicely directed me to the seafood counter and as I made my trance like walk to the counter leaving husband at the door, I could hear him joking with the girl at how, "his wife would dance with glee at the reduced prices of lobster while purchasing a boat load for consumption" .....

Needless to say I had an afternoon of leisure gorging on lobsters ...... (forget the cholesterol numbers for today!!!!). Happy Anniversary to me.

That night I went to bed wondering if I could buy more of them tomorrow, however, since it is a work day ..... hmmmm, Wednesday is another day off for me, we really, really have to check out on those lobsters again !!!! yum yum yummy !!!!!!

where art thou my friends

The need to communicate is strong, to hear and to contribute to chatter and laughter. It's not always easy ..... with so much space and daily living separating my friends and I, it's almost a crying shame that we do not make the extra effort to communicate.

I have tried ..... oh how I have tried, sending emails to which I get no replies (oh they are too busy to log into their emails) sending cards on most occasions and not a word of acknowledgement. I am not expecting eternal gratefulness .... just a little, "hey how are you ......" a little small talk.

Where are all my friends ??? Too busy with life ......... every day is a new challenge ..... new adventures ..... busy with too much stuff.

How about a cup of tea ladies and we could small talk, and laugh and catch up ..... no takers! oh well life moves on ......... another day, another night and still I reach out to someone out there in the land of friends, trying to hold on to memories, trying to breach space and time, reaching out just so my friends and I will maintain a bond as old as time ...... a relationship that lives on despite the years of not communicating.

it's still cold

Jumped out of bed to check if the plants survived the frost, at least those that were not brought in from the cold last night, the plants were all smiling and happy. It makes a mockery of the previous night's frenzy and anxiety of getting as much potted plants into the house and out of the cold.

I shake my head at all the plants lining our dining room table and the garage and mentioned to my husband that we have not brought in the plants for the night before, so why are we doing it now, to which he replied, "mother's in a mood and decreed that the plants be brought in for the night". (sigh) nobody wants to upset my mom-in-law when her mind is ablaze.

I look at all the plants in the garage and in the kitchen and know that I have quite a task getting them all outside once again in the morning. I almost want to scream, but, there's nothing to be gained in the drama, just resignation and preaparing my body for another early morning routine.

There are days when I just want to curl up in bed and sleep the day away, just too tired to face another busy schedule, just need some rest from all the task and daily mundane chores. Sleep, what a luxury. For now, there is no rest for the weary .... but soon, the promise of a long vacation is just around the corner, plenty of time to relax and rejuvenate the mind, body and spirit.

another mother's day

It's the second mother's day since you left us, taking a different journey, and we pray for your continuous good health.

Nethiyah asked me this morning if I remembered your recipe for tarts, you did make the most delicious tarts on the face of the earth. Without missing a heart beat I rambled the ingredients and than caught myself thinking, this is amazing, since I have not made tarts for six or seven years and still remember your advise on the process.

Funny how these thoughts are on the surface of my brain or rather chiseled in my heart. I know for sure it's you whispering in my ear and communicating, reaching out when our hearts are open and asking for assistance .....searching for answers ....

Thank you my dearest Enyak. I love you and I still remember so much about you and your kindness and gentle ways.

We still miss you and I know it's difficult for everyone to celebrate Mother's Day when you are not here to celebrate it with them. Words are not spoken nor mentioned, but we honour the day and all mothers, we honour you especially.

Did you receive my prayer for you, did you see me serve at Mass??

A piece of my heart is still missing, the emptiness is felt from time to time, but we strive to do our best daily knowing that you would expect us to live our life fully and to trust everything to God.

God keep you and in His mercy you find your rest. Happy Mother's Day my dearest Enyak.