Dear 20chai plus one-As I sat down to reflect upon the past year I revisited what I penned last Dec. 26. The outstanding news this year is my Nini, for those in the know, niece Ali regained her health and is out there louder and stronger than ever. Move over Gloria. Thank you Dear G-d. My Jackie girl, another #niecestopieces is about to give birth to Bella’s baby brother. BH! Rachel is moving her way to the top of the Pot in the land of Milk and Honey. We were blessed to add more joy to our heart’s as we prayed as two young grandson’s davened their way to manhood. We reaped pleasure as We watched our family and friends enjoy another go round knitted together by miracles. One of my take away quotes is wisdom Ruth Bader Ginsburg’s imparted. “RBG often repeated her mother’s advice that getting angry was a waste of your own time. Even more often, she shared her mother in law’s counsel for marriage that sometimes it helped to be a little deaf. Cut to repost.Maybe this time we’ll win. We make the promises, we pump up the expectations and we pass by the in winter only Mallomars at the supermarket.“When a child loves you for a long time, not just to play with but REALLY loves you, you become Real. Does it hurt?” Asked the Rabbit. “Sometimes,” said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful. “When you are Real you don’t mind being hurt.A favorite quote from a most favorite children’s book, The Velveteen Rabbit ( or How Toys Become Real) by Margery Williams.So once again we try to brush away the sadness that takes away riches. We know for certain laughter especially when it involves the belly adds life to your years. Norman Lear, who is still going strong at 95 years young, believes as he was moving on up to the East Side with Maude and Archie and Sandford’s son that the “Good Times” even if they are “One Day at a Time,” add years to your life.I know run on sentence counters, relax that is it.This year while reading the New York Times obits (MYOB) I came across one that shouted out loud.Dr. Shigeaki Hinohara a Japanese physician was listed. He lived until 105. He cautioned against gluttony and early retirement and vigorously championed annual medical checkups, climbing stairs regularly and just having fun.So as we -At A Glance- our 20chai weekly appointment book let’s replace shopworn with well seasoned. Oh and by the way, Yes hello American Express. That charge was a real purchase. Yes, I bought the whole store. Uh huh, yep the whole store. It’s the store where I bought the Basket, the one I put all my eggs in. Eight yes, eight of them hatched. Minchun by you.
Month: December 2018
Melancholy and Marvelous
As I often theme my writing with the concept of “just do it now” I am traditionally reflecting back on the year just lived. Some days our get up and go is pro forma. Our time to make the donuts occurs in a knee jerk fashion. Some days our knee jerks. Our Bubby Chicken, for those in the know- phrased the difficult times with a “just look away mamala.” Oh Bubby, I believe now more then ever,that your schmaltze and sugar laden food helped add wisdom to your 95 years. You didn’t exercise, but you never sat down. You worked the majority of your life and when you stopped formally working you worked at whatever you did. As you gathered your loved ones around the table, your emotional nutrition sustained us and your cooking created memories that still linger. We talk about your baking as treasures. We reminisce about your traditions and their intensity is still palpable. How lucky my sisters and cousins were to have Our Bubby Chicken. So at this time of year, as we turn our calendars forward, why not exhume your Grandma, Grammy or Bubby memories. Hanging with her babies and watching them grow into themselves was her Pilates, her group therapy and our legacy. So Bub, here’s to our days gone by. We carry you in our hearts and tapping into your Sechel gives us reasons to believe, especially when we loose our way. And by the way I spend more time “looking the other way,” as my knee jerks.
Melancholy and Marvelous
As I often theme my writing with the concept of “just do it now” I am traditionally reflecting back on the year just lived. Some days our get up and go is pro forma. Our time to make the donuts occurs in a knee jerk fashion. Some days our knee jerks. Our Bubby Chicken, for those in the know- phrased the difficult times with a “just look away mamala.” Oh Bubby, I believe now more then ever, that your schmaltze and sugar laden food helped add wisdom to your 95 years. You didn’t exercise, but you never sat down. You worked the majority of your life and when you stopped formally working you worked at whatever you did. As you gathered your loved ones around the table, your emotional nutrition sustained us and your cooking created memories that still linger. We talk about your baking as treasures. We reminisce about your traditions and their intensity is still palpable. How lucky my sisters and cousins were to have Our Bubby Chicken. So at this time of year, as we turn our calendars forward, why not exhume your Grandma, Grammy or Bubby memories. Hanging with her babies and watching them grow into themselves was her Pilates, her group therapy and our legacy. So Bub, here’s to our days gone by. We carry you in our hearts and tapping into your Sechel gives us reasons to believe, especially when we loose our way. And by the way I spend more time “looking the other way,” as my knee jerks.
One Season Following Another…
What were your very good times In Life like? Did loving your babies so much counteract anything bad that came your way? Did graduating with your dream degree take you to the moon and back? CEO, CFO, make your own hours? Meeting your soul mate and hanging together for what always feels like a very long time? Realizing through lots of hard work a Great job that gave you lots of satisfaction. Sometimes your pleasure to achieve, sometimes tiring.
How bout having grandchildren if you never had your own kids and having fun? This President, lot’s of holidays and all the emotions that come with them; even re-reading The Little Prince again doesn’t help. Ok then! You can drink Vodka and say screw it somehow things always work out. And then there’s creating new routines, shake things up by traveling, and always appreciating what you have. And so I ask the question so what were your very good times in Life like? Happy Holidays!
One Season Following Another…
What were your very good times In Life like? Did loving your babies so much counteract anything bad that came your way? Did graduating with your dream degree take you to the moon and back? CEO, CFO, make your own hours? Meeting your soul mate and hanging together for what always feels like a very long time? Realizing through lots of hard work a Great job that gave you lots of satisfaction. Sometimes your pleasure to achieve, sometimes tiring.
How bout having grandchildren if you never had your own kids and having fun? This President, lot’s of holidays and all the emotions that come with them; even re-reading The Little Prince again doesn’t help. Ok then! You can drink Vodka and say screw it somehow things always work out. And then there’s creating new routines, shake things up by traveling, and always appreciating what you have. And so I ask the question so what were your very good times in Life like? Happy Holidays!
Judy-ism
How about the thin line between a Dream and a nightmare. In one second a life altering experience can swing by, raise it’s head and say tag you’re it. So for today as we welcome the season of celebrating let’s flip the switch, bring down the House with laughter and fine tune the probability that all will be ok. People often tell me I live in a fantasy world, I highly suggest you join me. Oh and by the way perhaps stop hanging around the people who take “happy” out of things. 
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