Here’s to 2018

Not that I keep track of bad years and label them as such in my memory, but had I done so, I suspect that 2017 would sit at the very top of the list. Every year will have its share of personal, national, and international tragedies. This year not only brought a boatload of terrible happenings, but it lacked what was necessary to manage them. We had a president and a Republican-dominated Congress seemingly determined to destroy all that is good about this country. We needed sanity, wisdom, and unity, but what we got was a government actively working against the best interests of its citizens, the people of the world, and the environment. And we, the People, took sides. We were divided and angry, and we punished each other for it.

In other words, 2017 was a shitty year. Please forgive my French. I rarely swear here on the blog, but this year was so bad that nothing but a vulgar term could describe it adequately.

Enough said. We don’t need to dwell. Instead of thinking about how bad 2017 was, let’s all wish for a better 2018. If we wish hard enough, maybe our wishes will come true. And let’s work for it, too. If we all work hard enough, surely we can make it a better year.

Good-bye, 2017!

Hello, 2018!

Happy New Year to all!

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Good Fortune

We had Chinese food for dinner tonight. My fortune:

Our purpose in life is not to get ahead of other people—but to get ahead of ourselves.

This is good advice to carry into the new year, don’t you think?

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Our Christmas Tree

Dear Kids,

Every time I look at our Christmas tree from a certain angle, I can see that not only is the tree leaning noticeably to one side, but the star on top is crooked. From every angle it is clear that the ornaments are not evenly distributed on the tree. Some branches have multiple ornaments, while others have none.

I could change all of these things. My mother would have. She would have made my father straighten up the tree and fix the star on top. Then she would have rearranged the ornaments, as she always used to do after my brother and I finished putting them on.

I usually do those things, too. This year I decided to let the tree be. The only ornaments I relocated were the breakable ones that looked like they might be at risk of falling. I did this as much for you as for me. You were worried about breaking ornaments. If there’s one thing you shouldn’t do while decorating a Christmas tree, it’s worry. So I asked, “What happens every year?” And you answered, “We break an ornament!” Why worry about the inevitable, right? (Actually, we haven’t broken one yet this year. Our glass Rudolph jumped off the tree and hit the floor hard enough to shatter, but somehow it stayed in one piece!)

I left everything else alone because I like it the way it is. I like that the tree and star are crooked. It looks natural. I like that the ornaments are placed the way you wanted them. I’m happy to have children in my house and happy to have them decorate our tree. You made this Christmas. I love it, and I love you.

Mom

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Old Cars and Old Cats

Our car and our cat have more in common than you’d think. They are both old. They both require more maintenance with every year. The repairs get more expensive with every year, too. The repairs are also remarkably similar in price. For example, it cost about the same for the mechanic to fix the car’s exhaust system as it did for the vet to fix the cat’s “exhaust system.”

But we keep paying for the repairs, because we want to keep them both running.

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Three Great Words

zugzwang: n. a situation, such as in a chess match, where you are obligated to take a turn even though it’s going to hurt your position. I take it to mean roughly “between a rock and a hard place.” You have to do something, but everything that you could do is going to make matters worse. What a horrible place to find oneself!

squidgy: adj. (British) soft, wet, and easy to squish. It means roughly the same as “squishy,” but it sounds even grosser.

missive: n. a letter, especially a long and formal one. I get e-mails, and sometimes cards and notes, but I never get missives. I would like a missive, please!

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Her Holiday List

One evening before Christmas I was talking to my mom about Christmas lists. Livia came into the room. She must have liked what she heard of my half of the conversation. Unbeknownst to me, she started making her own Christmas list on my desk calendar. I found it later. It said,

Jnastick stuf and a tablit and a baby elafint and 40 glow sticks and Barbye moves and a chare and somping soft and some pens so at she can mack a culoring boock and some morckors and thats it for noaw. (Translation: gymnastic stuff and a tablet and a baby elephant and 40 glow sticks and Barbie movies and a chair and something soft and some pens so that she can make a coloring book and some markers and that’s it for now.)

Livia is the kind of girl who knows what she wants. She often gets what she wants, too. Many of these items showed up under the Christmas tree for her, lucky girl!

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Merry Christmas

I was just absent-mindedly fiddling with the glow stick that my daughter gave me when she asked, “You gonna stick that in your nose?” I thought about it for a minute, then replied, “Yeah.” And I stuck it up my nose.

We’re serious about holiday spirit here, you see. We don’t merely have lights. We have lights up our noses.

Merry Christmas, and may all your noses be bright!

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Stories from 2017

Dear Kids,

Here are some stories about you.

Marshall went through a phase of thanking us for everything. For example, one day there was a turkey in the yard. I showed it to him, and afterward he solemnly said, “Thank you for telling me about the turkey, Mommy.” He thanked me for everyday things, such as doing the laundry, and he thanked Daddy for mowing the lawn. It was sweet.

Livia loves to make books. I find them randomly strewn all over the house. Some of them are coloring books. Some are sequels to her favorite books by other authors (for example, “Big Bubble 2” was floating around for a while). And some of them are stories that she wrote and illustrated for herself, such as “Cat Girl.” She doesn’t always finish them, sadly, and some of them are rather dangerously stapled, but I treasure them all. I am absolutely blown away by her creativity and her passion for making art.

Marshall always says, “I love you more than you love me.” I always reply, “Not possible.” Then he says, “And don’t say that it’s not possible, because I do love you more than you love me.” This argument sometimes goes on for a while. One thing is for sure: there’s a lot of love in this house!

Love,

Mom

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Three Magical Books

This post has been sitting in my drafts folder since October. Crazy, huh? It looks OK to me, so I’m going to fix the typos that I found and publish it. Here goes!

My friend recently mentioned Sarah Mlynowski’s Magic in Manhattan series, which reminded me that I needed to go back and finish it. So I did. Click here to see what I wrote about the first book (Bras & Broomsticks) or continue reading this page for reviews of the second, third, and fourth books of the series.

Frogs & French Kisses by Sarah Mlynowski

Grade: A

Bras & Broomsticks may have won me over in the end, but Frogs & French Kisses had me at the very beginning. The story begins with young witch Miri practicing her broom-flying skills while her older sister Rachel, who is not a witch, hangs on to the back for dear life. They crash land in a field with cows, which was not a particularly enjoyable experience for them, but later they find out that those cows are going to be made into steaks, which is even worse. They go back to the field later and Miri uses her witchy powers to zap the cows to safety. But Miri’s magic misfires and somehow interprets “safety” to mean “the gymnasium of Rachel’s high school.” The cows ruin the gym floor and the repairs will be costly, but worst of all, now the prom can’t be held there! The girls will have to do something to make amends and, of course, silliness ensues.

Rachel is in great form in this book. She comes across as both fun and funny. I enjoyed this reading immensely, and I cannot fathom why I would have quit the book previously without finishing it. Recommended.

Spells & Sleeping Bags by Sarah Mlynowski

Grade: B

In this book Miri and Rachel go to summer camp. Rachel is dealing was some life changes, Miri feels neglected, and there’s a mean girl at camp who seems to be deliberately widening the rift between the sisters. It’s a teen summer camp book, so expect lots of new friends, pranks, swimming, canoeing, and romance. I can’t say much more than that without spoilers.

Though I often like summer camp stories, this one didn’t quite work for me. Rachel was not quite so amusing this time (what happened???), and the plot was predictable. However, if you enjoyed the first two books of the series and want to know what happens between Rachel and the boy she’s been crushing on, then go ahead and read it. Just be warned—I think Mlynowski may have been trying to age-up the book with teen talk, including some minor swears. My own very young kids have already encountered worse language, so I doubt even the youngest teens are going to find it shocking. I just thought that some of the language and semi-mature content was a little off-putting.

Parties & Potions by Sarah Mlynowski

Grade: B+

Warning: potential spoilers ahead.

The girls have discovered that there are many other witches in the world. Indeed, witches have their own culture and customs and language. The girls decide to enter witch society by taking part in the Samsorta, which is basically the bat mitzvah of witchdom. They even take special classes at a witch school to learn the details of the ceremony. Miri finally starts to make friends (including boys!), but Rachel is having a hard time compartmentalizing her life into magical parts and non-magical parts.

I liked this book better than the third one, but it reminded me too much of other series, including Harry Potter (which was referenced at least twice, probably to let us know that the author realized the comparison was inevitable). As with the previous book, you may find it worth reading just to find out what happens between Rachel and her love interest.

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Trolls & Elves

Heard around the house:

One man’s troll is another man’s elf.

Somehow I doubt Santa would agree.

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