V is for Very Tired

 


This was an exhausting but wonderful weekend of wedding, wedding, wedding.  I am so tired!  There are only 27 more days until the next son gets married; this time in Seattle, Washington.

U is for Unbelievably Happy

T is for Tons of Family

My son and daughter in-law were married today.  It was very beautiful because it was their plan and their dream.  They were surrounded by their families and there was great joy in the room.

I am so happy for my son, Jack because he has found an intelligent, loving, sensitive woman.  When he looks at her, I can see that she fills his heart with love.  I know that Kristy will love him and persevere in the good and bad times.


We remembered Jack's dad today and I am sure that he was smiling down from heaven, happy with this union.  This is what he said he was sad about missing  but I wasn't sad today, for Rick was there in our hearts and in our memories.  He's alive in us and he was happy.

May their days be happy and their burdens few.
May learn to lean on each other to move swiftly to their goals.
May they cherish and love each other more than any other and
Keep the intimacy of their marriage sacred.

Love to both of you, Jack and Kristy!

Mom xxoo

S is for Serenity

I hide away on the Algonkian; the trees and their leaves keep me from my neighbor's view. I sit on a chair feet up while reading a book or sitting and listening to the birds and water.  It is the soothing sound of water bubbling and babbling over the tiles into the blue water of the pool mesmerizes me and creates this oasis of tranquility.

R is for Rudolph's Nose

I am cursed with Rudolph's nose.  It sounds like nothing but it is big to me.  My nose turns bright red whenever I cry; I find it most annoying.  Most people have normal noses; they cry tears come; they wipe them away. Not me, I have to announce to the world that my emotions are pouring out of me.  Instead of wearing my heart on my sleeve,  I wear my heart on my nose.

Q is for Queen of the Algonkian

I am the Queen of the Algonkian.  My niece, Romy Jane Magid came to visit four years ago when she was in the princess stage of life.  I was made Queen Jane and Uncle David was made King Davicus Maximus.  Romy Jane is a pistol.  She has a sharp wit and is drenched in drama.  The King and Queen of the Algonkian were very amused with the princess.  She entertained us for an entire week.

Princess Romy Jane  loved our pool and wanted to swim most of the time.  Her royal cousin, Mike was abused by her for most of the week.  We were all bossed around for that matter.  The princess prepared dinner for the king and queen and took pictures of us dining at the table she prepared.  The Royal Princess RomyJane slept on a bed prepared for her on the floor of Mike's room so that she could watch the Royal Shows as she fell asleep.

The Royal Princess Romy Jane ate a strict diet of chicken nuggets,cheese pizza, Cinnamon Toast Crunch cereal, fries and green chips.  She turned her nose up to all other offerings.

Mike accompanied Princess Romy Jane to Chuck E Cheese where she used her tickets along with all of Mike's to buy royal jewels.  Pizza and water were on the menu.

Her mother, The Witch, came to take the Princess home to Long Island on the weekend. The Witch reported that she wanted to come again every summer and has almost every year.  When anyone in her family teases that they might come with her, she starts getting moody and tells them, "You can't come to Aunt Jane's; there isn't enough room!"  We are her little sanctuary and she doesn't like entertaining the idea of sharing that with anyone else.

P is for Patricia

Patty is my older and only sister.  I'm five years younger; it has been a rocky road that we have endured.  We shared a room and of course, I was the five year old slob who toys were kicked under my bed for being messy.  Patty sometimes used chalk to make a line on the wooden floorboards to delineated our halves of the room.  I was easily bossed around.  She dragged me by the hand to school, screaming at me to hurry up.  We lived a mile from school and it was a tough walk in winter.

Our relationship has changed over time.  Patty is the one who flew down to be with me after a devastating break-up with a boyfriend.  She is the one who bailed me when a friend's father messed up my taxes and and I was slapped with a bill. 

We are very different and yet sisters.  Life has given us bitter times to share; watching our mother die and our father suffer through dementia.  Last week she had a pre-op check of her heart and something was not right.  The surgery was canceled and she was seen by two cardiac doctors.  A stress test was scheduled, canceled and rescheduled.  I called Friday morning to find out the results.  I said, "Patricia how is your teeny tiny heart.  I've been worried.?"  "I'm fine." she said to my great relief.  I'm not ready to give up my sister with each day she is more precious to me. I'm hoping she'll be around for quite a few more years.