Dad’s 78th

Yesterday was a tough day. April 21 is the day my dad was born back in 1940. He would have been 78 yesterday.  This post came up on my FB memories yesterday from 2016: 6 years ago, my mom, dad, sister, her kid & her husband met up in Las Vegas to celebrate my dad’s…

Early

Turns out I’m an early-bird. I don’t think I would have ever predicted that. As a kid and in high school, I was known to sleep until noon on weekends. But as I’ve gotten older, I’ve come to find that I can get up and get going pretty good in the mornings. Even on Sunday,…

Happy 50th, Sandy!

My sister turned 50 yesterday. Man, that does not mean what it used to. When I was growing up, 50 seemed far away. It was barely a number I registered except to know it was old. But that’s so not how it is. My sister is a vibrant, fun, and amazing person. She loves her…

a cousin, a birthday, and a road trip

Some highlights from March included a visit from cousin Kyle. He’s the son of one of Han’s cousins. He lives in Missouri. He’s a nice kid. He spent most of his time with D or on his own. I felt kind of bad because Han & I were pretty busy during his stay. He happened…

happy birthday, Mama!

photo by Sandy 🙂 You’re the bee’s knees, the cat’s pajamas, and we have a whale of a time when we’re together 🙂 I love you. Happy birthday!

44

Who knows numerology? It seems like 44 should be a good number, right? I’m 44 today. I slept nearly 10 hours last night. That was delightful. Around 11 am, I left the house to go for a walk exploring the footbridges of San Diego. I found this route and thought it might be fun. But…

birthday eve

When I got to work this morning, my co-workers had decorated the door to my office: The purple paper made it dark and ominous-looking, but cool nonetheless. I didn’t take it down. That’s what will happen on Friday (if the cleaning people don’t take it down first). It was a nice thing for them to…

preemptive birthday blues

It’s my birthday this week. Over the weekend, I didn’t think much about it, but come today, it’s all I could think about. And it didn’t suit me. Before I started writing tonight, I went back to read what I’d written last year. I didn’t do NaBloPoMo last year. I was in the throes of…