Matzo ball soup for the soul
Each day I ponder over why I continue to blog (a modern e-verb!) amidst all that I have sitting on my plate. Unquestionably, I'm intrinsically drawn to the task. I have a few theories on what motivates me to tap my fingertips across the keyboard every evening:
I seem to enjoy and probably need to use this venue for airing my thoughts, expressing my emotions and discussing our family's life altering experience. This electronic journal leaves ample room for poetic license, which allows me the chance to flex my creative impulses (not nearly as messy as mosaic art).
I feel responsible to report all the confounding facts as accurately as humanly possible and in a timely fashion. This provides caring, interested family, friends and colleagues the luxury of up to date information. I feel empowered with the capacity to reach out to family and friends, no matter how near or far, literally across continents.
When readers respond to postings (through blog comments, emails, phone calls or visits), with a vow to hold Gilly forever in their prayers, we are touched beyond measure. So many positive vibes directed towards my precious life partner. Like chicken soup; surely it can't hurt!
Blog readers have taken the time to share their appreciation for the part I play in this bizarre, yet potent form of communication; it warms my heart and feeds my soul.
Thanks for caring, and taking the time to remain informed in this manner. I find it comforting and unobtrusive.
Gilly spent the first part of today waiting with eager anticipation for his sister, Gittit and mother, Sema to arrive in Montreal. My heart was in the right place, but I had my head on backwards. I carefully rearranged this week's Monday seminar schedule so as to act as Gilly's chauffeur at 10:15 this morning. Anita, Sema's cousin called on Saturday to discuss pick up plans, and generously offered her services. I proudly announced that I have the morning free and will gladly escort Gilly to the airport. She asked, "Why the morning? They're coming in at 3:00 P.M." Stressed these days? Me?? Why would you think that? Thankfully, Anita was available to drive in my stead.
We enjoyed an international Schwager family dinner this evening, but the stench nearly killed those with a sense of smell (my olfactory nerve doesn't function well, thankfully). Liylah seems to have had some sort of altercation with a skunk. Never a dull moment on Palmer Avenue. Gilly and Yaron showered Liylah with tomato juice right after dinner. Word has it that the juice bath didn't make a bit of difference (lucky for me, I wouldn't know). Deep breath, Cindy; you're the one who suggested the dog in the first place! Good thing the Schwager clan is familiar with animal antics, otherwise they'd high tail it out of here. The Blauer of the bunch, however, is not amused.
Pesach is just around the corner; matzo balls are in the making in kitchens across the world. Chag Sameach to you and yours.
I seem to enjoy and probably need to use this venue for airing my thoughts, expressing my emotions and discussing our family's life altering experience. This electronic journal leaves ample room for poetic license, which allows me the chance to flex my creative impulses (not nearly as messy as mosaic art).
I feel responsible to report all the confounding facts as accurately as humanly possible and in a timely fashion. This provides caring, interested family, friends and colleagues the luxury of up to date information. I feel empowered with the capacity to reach out to family and friends, no matter how near or far, literally across continents.
When readers respond to postings (through blog comments, emails, phone calls or visits), with a vow to hold Gilly forever in their prayers, we are touched beyond measure. So many positive vibes directed towards my precious life partner. Like chicken soup; surely it can't hurt!
Blog readers have taken the time to share their appreciation for the part I play in this bizarre, yet potent form of communication; it warms my heart and feeds my soul.
Thanks for caring, and taking the time to remain informed in this manner. I find it comforting and unobtrusive.
Gilly spent the first part of today waiting with eager anticipation for his sister, Gittit and mother, Sema to arrive in Montreal. My heart was in the right place, but I had my head on backwards. I carefully rearranged this week's Monday seminar schedule so as to act as Gilly's chauffeur at 10:15 this morning. Anita, Sema's cousin called on Saturday to discuss pick up plans, and generously offered her services. I proudly announced that I have the morning free and will gladly escort Gilly to the airport. She asked, "Why the morning? They're coming in at 3:00 P.M." Stressed these days? Me?? Why would you think that? Thankfully, Anita was available to drive in my stead.
We enjoyed an international Schwager family dinner this evening, but the stench nearly killed those with a sense of smell (my olfactory nerve doesn't function well, thankfully). Liylah seems to have had some sort of altercation with a skunk. Never a dull moment on Palmer Avenue. Gilly and Yaron showered Liylah with tomato juice right after dinner. Word has it that the juice bath didn't make a bit of difference (lucky for me, I wouldn't know). Deep breath, Cindy; you're the one who suggested the dog in the first place! Good thing the Schwager clan is familiar with animal antics, otherwise they'd high tail it out of here. The Blauer of the bunch, however, is not amused.
Pesach is just around the corner; matzo balls are in the making in kitchens across the world. Chag Sameach to you and yours.
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