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Chapter XVII

because you never know someone from the very beginning

Month

April 2010

This is Weird.

It's been a weird week.  A few examples below.  If the week ends on Saturday, two more days to go, what should I expect?  You tell me…

At various times today I noticed people looking at me – nicely, not grossly.  More men than women.  I assumed I was having a good hair day, only to discover 3 or 4 times that the most important button on my shirt was undone.  Have had this shirt for years – never been an issue before.  Weird wardrobe malfunction.

I talk to my mom today to ask her about the weather in Virginia only to find out she's in Kansas.  What?!?!?  Last week she jetted off to Geneva for two days.  Weird, I cannot keep track of my mother.

Tonight was Thursday Dinner Treat Night for Avery (i.e. lazy mommy and daddy dinner prep night) so she ate her favorite bagel with salmon cream cheese (such a New York kid), yogurt with honey and strawberries and then at the end asked for…lima beans?  Weird but OK.  So I rolled with that.  Limas you shall have.

I have had a brand new yummy food magazine in my house for three days and have yet to crack it. This is weird.

All day Wednesday I thought it was Tuesday.  Very weird, but in a good way.

No more Lent but more often than not have opted out of meat choices this week and last.  A little weird.

I would love to say that my mantra of "I will get back to running tomorrow!" is weird but it's not. I keep telling myself, I will get back to running…tomorrow.

I made dry brownies…from a BOX!  Très Embarrassing.  Who effs up brownies first of all?  Second…who effs up brownies from a BOX?  Weird.

Have been ever so aware of Springtime's arrival this year – more than ever.  Is this an aging thing?  I guess if so, that is good weird.

It is definitely weird and frankly BAD that the market is over 11,000 now (although on slim trading).  Buckle up people and don't go counting your gains.  I predict a bumpy ride at some point again in the next 12 months.

I think it's weird that nobody looks where they are going anymore – what is the rate of blackberry walking accidents?  High, weird, and dumb.

One of our cats is snoring.  Feline weirdness.

We have to get a new car in about – oh, a month.  And we have no idea what we want and frankly are not really thinking about it.  This is weird for me – in denial I think.  I am a planner and its weird that I am ignoring this reality.

I got on the subway the other day and a woman was loudly preaching Jesus stories as we all, mostly uncaffeinated, rode to work.  This is actually not weird – it's NYC and people preach all the time.  What WAS weird was that as she preached, desperately seeking refuge from her bluster, I tried to read the advertising banners in front of me and ALL of them *yes, all* where God and Jesus related.  I looked beyond my immediate view and the other banners were advertisements for racy thriller novels or dental work for $79.99.  Just those near me were all about God.  Weird.

Speaking of dental work, one of my best meetings this week was with my dentist and hygienist.  I just love my dentist and hygienist.  They are just the best.  I know this is weird but if you want a referral, let me know.  Everyone I send there just loves them.

Letter to a Granddaughter

Sometimes I wonder why I am still awake. 

Right about now, 12:34AM, was my father's favorite time of day, other than dusk.  He was a night-owl.  I get it from him.  And he used to love staying up late to chat.  So perhaps now he wants to chat from the grave, as they say.

If he were alive at this moment, he would provide me with several snippets of wisdom and memories that he'd want passed to his granddaughter. 

Dearest Avery,

I used to call your mother "Minny" when she would call on the phone. I would say in a big voice "hello, Minny!"  I used to call your grandmother "Duck" and she returned the favor.  These are fun little things you should know.  Terms of endearment.

Always listen to your music a little (or a lot!) louder than your parents like – but none of that tinkle music crap (no Vivaldi, no Harry Connick) go for the good stuff – Schuman, Sinatra, Ella.  If these names are not familiar, ask your mother.  I shamelessly bought her CDs until the day I died and she better still have them!

Eat chocolate every day…DARK chocolate.  Milk chocolate is for the birds.

When you start at a new school or a new job, ignore everything people tell you about themselves in the first month – all lies!  The truth comes out later.  And then you should pick your friends.

Don't worry so much.  If you do worry, don't worry about that either as you cannot help it.  It's in your Finnish and Irish blood.  Just do as the Brits say and "Keep Calm and Carry On"

Watch as many black and white movies as you can. 

Give your father a big hug every day and call him as often as you can.

Give boys a break when you are a teenager.  Boys are stupid but usually nice and just cannot help themselves.  Be patient with them.

Go to church.  If you don't understand why, keep going. (and make sure your mother and father go too)

Martinis are good.  Vodka straight up.  No ice.  Extra olives.  Save this piece of advice until you are of age (18).

Go to Paris.  It was my favorite city – Oh Paris!  Try to live there. 

Take piano lessons!

When you like something, buy at least two.  If you really like something, consider starting a collection.

Appreciate the beauty of sour cherries.

Good friends are not always the people you talk to most often.  Sometimes there are people you talk to infrequently, but it's as if you are picking up mid-comma.  These are great friends.

I am more interested in your editorials than your headlines. 

Avoid Repubicans.

Gray is a fantastic color.  Brown is hideous.

Remember where you come from.

Be nice to everyone on the way up, because you will certainly meet them on the way down!

Always have a good TV and pay attention to what's on.  Your parents are certain to disagree with this but I loved TV and know better than they.

Whenever you visit a restaurant, be sure to grab as many of their cards as you can.  They make fabulous bookmarks.

You should know that the day I baptized you I was not in good shape.  Things were going down hill fast, as they say.  But the MOMENT I baptized you it all lifted.  No pain, no weakness, only strength and the peace of God himself came through me. 

Always order dessert.  The chocolate dessert.

Love, your Grandfather

p.s. I am certain there is more to come on this later…not sure this is kylie or dad speaking.

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