From our family to yours, we wish you a very Happy New Year!
It was just November a moment ago. Then I blinked, and sneezed, and December 31st was staring me in the face.
I read somewhere that there are chances for do-overs, chances to try to do something over again. While I somewhat believe that, I also realize that a true do-over is not possible.
That we have only one chance to live and breathe in that one space of time, in that one moment of day and hour and second before it truly disappears into our past.
Do-overs just happen in a different space of time.
Interesting stuff to mull over on this New Year’s Eve.
And on this last day of Year 2011, I mediate and reflect on all the gifts in my life.
Simple things, really.
But the most important in my life.
Thank you, Guan Yin, for blessing me with these precious things.
And thank you for another new year to spend with them.
Honorary Godmother: someone who buys premium gifts for Godson.
My dear Benny.
My beautiful nephew.
Guess who is your honorary Godmama?
Guess who is the lucky Auntie who gets to dote on you with love and kisses and plenty of sweets before returning you to your parents?
Guess who is in utter fascination with all things baby Benny?
Your Auntie Sally is who!
Your Auntie/Honorary Godmother is who!
And I didn’t come alone.
We would’ve been here sooner to meet you if it wasn’t for the 4-week head-cold/allergy-sickness-meds-could-not-get-rid-of-and-what-also-stumped-the-doctors illness that your Auntie suffered through.
Never mind the fact that because it took us an extra month to finally see you that our gift of baby onesies became muscle shirts, you having outgrown them already.
Note to self: next time we buy onesies, get 6-9 months instead of 3-6 months. Muscle shirts quite unattractive on Benny, no matter how cute he truly is.
Guess who will be thinking of you each and every day with love from afar?
And guess who had the most profound paradigm shift of all things children when she finally, finally held you in her arms?
Just your Auntie Sally in the Zen who has never held a baby in her arms.
Auntie & Honorary Godmother Sally in the Zen.
My dear Benny.
Lately I’ve been thinking about places that I’m going to take you, to see things that will make your eyes bright with wonder.
Benny: Like where, Auntie Sally?
Me: Like the Smithsonian National Air and Space Museum in DC. You’ll see things that can fly through the air and into space. Space exploration is truly something to see.
Benny: But Auntie Sally, I can do space travel with Star Trek. Armageddon with Bruce Willis isn’t too bad either.
Uh, but wasn’t that movie rated PG-13?
Me: Uh…well…ok. How about we explore the bottom of the ocean with the National Aquarium in Baltimore? We can see stingrays and scary sharks!
Benny: But Auntie Sally, I’ve seen scary sharks in Finding Nemo. The clown fish is my favorite!
Hm. This is harder than I thought.
Me: Well, in that case, we’re going to have to visit the National Museum of Natural History! Wait until you see the dinosaurs there!
Benny: But Auntie Sally, Jurassic Park is on IMAX. The T-Rex is awesome! It sure can run fast!
Must. Practice. Patience.
Must. Remember. I. Am. Peace. Loving. Buddhist.
I’m not going to be trumped by a month-old smart aleck kiddie.
Me: Okay, how about…
Benny: Oh, and Journey to the Center of the Earth with Brendan Fraser is great too, Auntie Sally. You should see it!
OMG, did this kid just steal my thunder?
Being an auntie is going to be tougher than I thought. But with a nephew like this, I’ve got game.
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Mounds and mounds of thick toilet paper – check.
Mountains of turkey burger in the frig – check.
Multiple packs of fresh Duracell batteries – check.
Two hurricane oil lamps – check.
Ready for Hurricane Irene – check check.
Bring it on, Baby!
We’re soo ready for you!
So when she blew into town, it was early Sunday morning, a couple of hours after midnight, and we were asleep. The billowing winds tore up the trees outside our windows, whipping them an inch of their leaves.
And I sat up in bed in the middle of this, scratching a burning itch on my left hand. And just in time to hear a BOOM before the entire house shook into absolute silence.
And that was just great.
Now we’re living back in the Stone Ages. No electricity. No TV. No hot water.
And no electricity for our electric stove for cooking our mountains of turkey burger. It didn’t occur to me — until that moment — that we were quite stocked up with fresh food sitting in our frig and not one can of food in the cabinets.
Not. A. One.
Me: How come we didn’t stock up on canned goods? Why did we buy fresh food that we can’t cook without electricity?
Zen Master: Because I don’t do canned food.
Zen Mum: But that’s what people do in an emergency. They buy canned food.
Zen Master: I’m not people.
So how long were we in the Dark Ages? What did we do for food?
We were without electricity for three whole bloody days. Our only source of light was the hurricane oil lamps, which Zen Master regularly snarked at us to be careful with, the glass containers tops being quite fragile.
Which he himself promptly dropped and shattered on Day Two.
Good job, Zen Master. Way to go.
As for food, as soon as it was light out that very morning on Sunday, we left the cave for civilization. Strange how these things go, because we passed blocks of houses in a similar situation while another block would be just fine.
The supermarket was just fine, and opened for business. What’s up with that?
After promptly filling up on a hearty breakfast, we bought a portable gas stove, powered by cans of propane gas.
And this little fella made things just fine.
Surprisingly, thankfully, we suffered no food spoilage. Something about the frig being a natural vacuum of cold air, and not opening it too often keeping it cold. But we did get a couple bags of ice for the extreme perishables, dumping the ice into our ice cooler and packing our delicates in it.
All in all, we did alright.
We had fire, we had hot food, we had hot water.
And in the morning of the third day, the electricity finally came back up.
Hallelujah! WOO HOO!
FINALLY! After a freaking earthquake and then this mess of a hurricane, we can finally go back to normal! I mean, I’m tired and I just want to chill out and do absolutely nothing now.
Is that so much to ask?
I guess it was, because we realized then that I was now having a problem of very different nature.
TO BE CONTINUED.
My dear Benny.
I marvel that you’re here.
That you have graced us with your presence in this particular point in our lives, in this particular day and age.
Since your arrival, I’ve found myself thinking about something that I never truly thought about.
I’ve found myself thinking about time.
By the time you are able to read your auntie’s blog, a number of years will have passed. If I am truly blessed, I will have ample amounts of time to spend with you, teaching you the essentials that only an auntie can teach.
Like making you understand and truly comprehend that dark chocolate is really, really good for your health.
Like doing the Electric Slide without having your Pampers riding up into delicate parts.
Like looking up at the clear night sky and wishing upon that one bright and brillant star.
Yes, you’ve got me thinking about time. My living years will become your history. My current events will be but stories to you. I understand that now. Never really thought about that.
If you’ll indulge me for a few moments, I want to tell you about the day you were born. Thanks to the Internet and remarkable technology, I met you for the very first time, online. I was able to see you all waddled up in a baby blanket with your tiny fragile head capped with a baby head cozy.
You took my breath away.
You see, the person who made it possible for me to see you passed on this week.
His name was Steve Jobs.
He died this past Wednesday at the young age of 56. People say that he was a visionary who changed our world.
And they are right.
Just as I marvel at how you are here with us today, I marvel that I am living through a profound moment that is passing into history right before my own eyes.
I am truly blessed to have lived in the same lifetime as this visionary.
When you’re older, you’ll learn about Shakespeare, Monet, and Einstein. And Jobs. You’ll learn on technology that was created by him, use products that were made by him, and grow into a remarkable man for it.
But at the moment, it is I who am better for it, for with it, I met you, my dear Benny.
Auntie Sally in the Zen
Thank you Steve Jobs.
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As far as unprecedented events went, going through an earthquake is definitely on our short list.
So was waiting for its aftershock.
Zen Master, Zen Mum and I were glued to our TV, watching the news rehash, repeat and restate all things about the historic earthquake. According to Wikipedia, the last time my area had an earthquake was in 1897, also with a similar magnitude of 5.8 or 5.9.
That’s not exactly reassuring.
According to most of the news, we were in dire straits with the aftershock. The magnitude could be stronger. The magnitude could be greater. The magnitude could be significant.
But no matter the magnitude, what in the world else can one do, other than buckle down and ride it out?
Or in our case, sleep through it.
The one everyone was waiting for came on Thursday, August 25th, 2011 in the wee hours of the morning. A 4.5 magnitude aftershock.
We didn’t feel a thing and slept right through it.
If we didn’t have another earthquake in another 114 years, why, that would be just fine by us.
The worst was over.
Now we can finally get on with our lives. A bit of normalcy after all that rocking and rolling would be just great. It was almost the weekend and we were just so ready to chill out from such a crazy week.
Except, Hurricane Irene was en route.
According to Wikipedia, Hurricane Irene was the first major hurricane of the season.
And a first for Zen Master, Zen Mum and myself as we’ve never had the privilege of riding out a hurricane. I mean, lest I need to remind you, we do live in Maryland and these things just don’t happen.
TO BE CONTINUED.
I’m not a believer in love-at-first-sight. That’s just full of hooey.
Hooey, I say again.
But I need to disclaimer that when it comes to food. Sometimes I just can’t help myself.
When a luscious plate of chicken marsala comes my way, I melt.
When Zen Mum makes a batch of homemade pork dumplings, I swoon.
And devour the little morsels like a champ.
But when it actually comes to people, specifically men, well, I’m just a little bit more fickle.
Eye candy, the whole lot of them.
And this includes you, Keanu Reeves.
And you too, Jet Li.
No man is ever going to make me soft or swoon or coo or do anything remotely related to love-sickness.
Uh-ha, that’s right. You heard me.
Not. Doing. It.
And then last night, I met Benny.
And I was a goner.