Double Digits in the Age of Coronavirus

My youngest turns 10 tomorrow. Double digits. Normally we would be having a pretty cool birthday party with his friends, maybe even hire a gaming truck to come to our neighborhood so the kids can compete to their hearts’ content.

Not this year.

Nope. We’re stuck in the house, doing the same old, same old, as we have for – what? – the last 60 days.

Oh Lord, it’s even been SNOWING here in Ohio. Mother Nature isn’t even cooperating with us.

I can’t imagine what it must be like for a kid to go through a pandemic and celebrate a birthday, although at this point I know quite a few who have. Shoot, I’m an adult, and I still can’t wrap my head around it.

But you know what? ANYBODY celebrating a birthday in a pandemic is something to celebrate.

All told, though, it won’t be that bad. Frankly, it will be pretty awesome by many standards. We ordered a cool gift online and it’s arrived. We’ll order take-out dinner from his favorite local Japanese hibachi place and a Dairy Queen ice cream cake, you know, the kind with the chocolate fudge and crunchies on the inside. I’ll make a sign for the front yard. His Dad and I will blow up balloons overnight while he’s sleeping and cover his floor with them so he has to wade through it when he wakes up, and we’ll tack crepe paper streamers down his bedroom door, to usher in the big 1-0 in style. For extra flair, I’ll put a lip stick smiley on his bathroom mirror.

Maybe we’ll even deliver breakfast in bed, since it’s entirely possible to pull it off.

I wrote to some friends to see if they’d be interested in forming one of those car parades in front of our house so he can see his old school and soccer buddies. It’s been two months after all, and who knows when he’ll see them all again for real.

I even floated the idea of a single kid sleeping over if the parent consented but hubby nixed the idea because our other two kids will beg for exceptions we are not willing to grant, so isolated we will remain for now.

My baby is 10. He’s healthy, he’s happy. He’s AWESOME. He’s loved. He knows that.

Never in my wildest imagination did I expect this is how we’d celebrate his big birthday. But we are blessed beyond measure inside Louie Lodge, no matter how much the crazy swirls around us.


Photo by Annie Spratt on Unsplash

New Year Blessings

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Image courtesy of Ian Schneider on Unsplash.com

Wishing you all a wonderful 2018. It’s my sincere hope that you be happy, healthy, and prosperous in the new year. Count your many blessings.

Following the example of a relative of mine, I thought I’d recap the top highlights of 2017 concluding today. Earlier this afternoon we held our family meeting, the Louie Scoop, and recounted 219 celebrations we acknowledged as a family over the year.

219!

Items both big and small. It brought smiles to our faces to remember the wonderful things that happened. In a year when so many crummy things can bring us down, whether it is the state of politics (I’m really struggling with this), natural disasters (how horrific), or other matters of chance that bring bad luck, it’s imperative that we remember the things that make us happy and bring joy. They are everywhere.

So here’s my personal year in review…and an attempt to look at the bright side of things…COUNT MY BLESSINGS.

1) Celebrating my 50th birthday first with family at one of my all-time favorite restaurants Gervasi Vineyard, then with my husband on a last-minute cruise to the Bahamas, beating the hurricane the entire time. Relatively healthy and happy. Living in a warm, welcoming home in a charming, safe, small town. Blessed beyond measure with my family. Working professionally in a job that I mostly enjoy at a good company.

2) Traveling with my oldest son to Seattle for a special mom-son getaway. Eating dinner at the Space Needle, catching the Seattle Sounders play, and seeing the Terra Cotta Warriors in person at the Pacific Science Center. It was so good we may make it an annual event each year he is in high school.

3) Celebrating a dear friend’s successful battle against ovarian cancer with a girls’ weekend trip to Bedford Springs. You MUST celebrate moments like that.

4) Connecting and reconnecting with so many friends this year, most involving travel and trips of some kind…a high school friend I haven’t seen in over 30 years. A couple of friends from my Pittsburgh days that I have lost touch with over the years. A couple of friends locally whose friendships have strengthened. Thank you all. You have no idea how you warmed my heart and I hope that I can return the favor. After years of intense loneliness and honestly wondering why can’t I be “normal”, it was a huge relief to just be me around these friends of mine, not having to worry about putting on an act, if I’m talking too much, or not enough, or wondering if I’m likable enough…. These friends of mine, God bless them, love me for exactly who I am. What a gift!

5) Taking that amazing 9-day California trip we took with the kids to Los Angeles and San Diego in the summer. I didn’t think I’d enjoy LA since I didn’t particularly love it during my prior work trips out there but through the lens of my kids it was incredible. How I love the internet and the ability to search where to go at the touch of a button! True to form, I reconnected with a couple of other friends I haven’t seen in years (I kinda do have friends all over the country). We jammed so much into that time: the film studios, Hollywood, USC and UCLA, Beverly Hills, Santa Monica Pier, Zuma & Huntington Beaches, the USS Midland, San Diego Zoo, and Coronado…and it was incredible. Tried an AirBNB condo for the first time in LA and it was huge, clean, tastefully appointed, the right price, centrally located, just PERFECT. Breaks my heart to think about how much of this area was caught up in the wildfires…

6) Watching our kids excel in something they love. The oldest playing snare in the marching band as a freshman, our daughter dancing her heart out and performing her first duet, the youngest learning the piano and loving every second….and performing an accidental solo without missing a beat (since we forgot his music book at home and I  didn’t realize he was performing at all that day!)

7) Having Easter dinner with my three siblings and three cousins at one cousins’ home for the first time together in 40 years. Our mothers were sisters and we seven cousins may as well have been siblings, we spent so much time together. This was true until I turned 10, when my aunt died. Most of my cousins and siblings are much older than me, so they were adults then or almost adults. Two of the cousins and two sibs moved away, then it was my turn. So not only did we have a death to change the family dynamic, we had distance to do it too. Now all of our parents are long gone, and most of us have married with kids of our own, and now some grandkids in the bunch. I don’t know how many of us gathered at the home….40-some people? Tables everywhere. Some tears of remembrance. It was pretty old school and awesome having the seven of us cousins all together like that, like we haven’t really done in 40-some years. Plus watching my brother and my youngest play baseball together was priceless.

8) Welcoming one of my nephews back to Pittsburgh from Colorado just last week. He moved away for college, traveled in Europe, moved to Austin, and then Loveland for the 13 years or so. As an extended family we get together for holidays but there were many times he wasn’t there, and I definitely felt his absence….I’m so glad he’s back among family and we can see him more.

9) Finally buying a new car, a white Honda CRV after nine years of driving Rocket, my red Jeep Patriot (Rocket was named by my oldest, using Little Einsteins as his inspiration…) . “Puff Betty” is her name, a mash-up of contributions provided by my kids and friends.  “Puff” because being white, the car reminds my kids of a cloud. “Betty White” was the suggestion of my friend. I decided to pull a Sean Combs and call her Puff Betty. My heart was originally set on “Bianca” which is white in Italian but I decided that a Honda CRV wasn’t nearly sexy enough for that kinda name. Maybe one of these days I’ll drive a sports car and name her Bianca or something even better.

10) Starting this blog. 33 followers so far after three months. I warned you guys I would be all over the place in terms of what I write about. Hopefully you like what you’ve seen so far.

So take a moment and count your blessings from this past year. Wish a happy new year to the people you love the most. Kiss. Hug. Mean it. And give 2018 all you’ve got!