Category Archives: Family

Mollified.

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Now that’s more like it. A temporary reprieve; a calm before the tornado hits. Relief.

Orchestra rehearsal yesterday — even with the missing 2nd trumpet player, the bass player having to leave to help with preparations for his grandfather’s funeral, and the drummer turning around en route in order to take his daughter to the emergency room — was fantastic. I told Lars on the way home that I don’t know why I always worry about this particular day, since the players are wonderful (who else do you know who can sight-read an entire Broadway book, while at the same time dealing effortlessly with my maniacal cuts in the score?) and everyone is just Nice People. Best of all: I received a text message from my drummer saying that his daughter is going to be OK.

Seamus’s feast was downright dandy. It is surreal to me that he is entering his 30th year, when it seems like yesterday that I was rocking him to sleep, reading to him, playing cars with him…tempus fugit. I want to give a huge public thank-you to my most awesomely awesome sister, Mavis — she took on the lion’s share of the prep work yesterday while I was out playing around on the piano. She made sure it was another boffo event at the Finkhouse. Great fun!

And now, alas, it is Monday. I cannot phreeking believe it.

Phink out.

Thumbs up for the Thriller

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After the endless meetings and orientations over the past two months, his actual classes start today at seminary. He has five today, with the first one (Developmental Psych) starting at 8 a.m. He goes until 4:30, then goes back from 6-9. I do indeed feel his pain. He’s excited as well as just a little apprehensive (the old-dog-doing-new-tricks thing). Gofrit, Thriller. You can do it — you’re never too old.

Weirdest thing: seeing him come down the stairs at 5:30 a.m. Good thing he’s quiet as a church mouse…otherwise I’d hafta get violent.

Fink to the showers

A vicarious visit

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I had rehearsal yesterday all afternoon, so I couldn’t make the trip to the Columbus Zoo. Fortunately, thanks to dear friend Jane (Jake’s other grammie), I have some nice photos from their day.

Don’t you hate it when people post photo after photo of their children or grandchildren, as if readers might be interested? Ha ha heh heh heh. Oh COME ON, be a sport. Indulge me. Someday you will know the feeling. I’ll bet RD has to stand on a ladder to unfold the wallet photo collection. But I must admit it’s tons of fun.

And I don’t mean “fun” for the standard, tired reason that many grandparents seem to give, either: I love grandchildren — especially when I can send them home to their parents. That’s not the case with me. I love them because they’re part of Seamus and Hannah, and therefore a part of me. I’d raise ’em by myself in a New York minute.

Anyway…here are the fotos. There are only three, so I’m being kind. :-)

Clicky:

Jake and the snake

Heeere, turtle turtle turtle

Doing some fish gazing

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Warning: Non sequitur

I don’t know why I just thought of this, but check it out.  You can search every last one of my 567 posts since February 2008, and not find one instance where I’ve used the word pics to refer to photographs. I hate the word…the mouth feel thing again. I remember back in my early Usenet and IRC days (we’re talking 1994-95, thereabouts, when I first got a dialup connection at home) seeing the word “pics” for the first time. I thought, “Why not just say the 2nd syllable?” It’s a piece of “netspeak” that has just stuck. Me no likey. But you go ahead, by all means. Doesn’t bother me to read it.

I used to have a friend on a lowcarb newsgroup who used the word “pixies” to refer to photos. She’s not with us anymore.

Sheesh I’m a nut job. (But at least I *know* I’m wearing the foil hat.)

A.D.D. Fink ouLOOK, A CHICKEN!

Jake Turns Informant

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The Most Amazing Toddler in the World is now officially holding up two fingers. And, the Thriller and I went to see The Informant! last night. This post addresses both; hence, the catchy title.

Before I go back to researching for my delightful class assignment…

Clicky:

What a little rock star.

Obligatory cake photo. Good thing Hannah strips him down to his nappy.

After the party, #1 Son took him to the county fair to see his first-ever demolition derby. His reaction upon seeing the first collision:

That's no yawn, BTW

He also loved his gifts. Boy is going to be bizzy for awhile. It was a great party.

Later, Grammie & Grandpa Thriller went to the movies. The Informant! started out a bit on the slow side (too many sidebar meetings & conversations for my taste), but really picked up in the second half. Advice: if you don’t know the Eric Mark (sorry, got him confused with a choral composer) Whitacre story (the movie is based on an actual event), then don’t read up on it before you leave. I saw this same advice in a movie column yesterday morning, and I’m glad I took it. The last 20 minutes of the film are *much* more satisfying and revealing if you don’t know how everything ended in real life.

Suffice it to say that the story’s twists are really twisted, and Damon is dead-center in capturing Whitacre’s bizarro personality. On the brand-new “Rat-O-Meter” movie scale of five cheeses, I give it:

Have a grand Sunday. Back underground…

RF

A sad day

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BoomR’s wonderful mom-in-law passed away yesterday morning.

I never met Millie, but from what I’m told, she was a lovely and vibrant octogenarian who adored her children and lived an energetic and meaningful life.

What better lesson for the rest of us? Everyday silliness and annoyances can really get in the way of what’s really important: living a meaningful life, and loving your family.

So today’s post is dedicated to Millie’s memory. I say to all my fiends who read and post — or who just read — if you would like to, leave a message here for BluVox, BoomR and the rest of their family, so they can know that we’re thinking of them. Unlike flowers, these condolences can be permanent via a bookmark or just returning once in awhile to read them. I hope BoomR and BluVox can derive some comfort from them.

So BoomR and BV, my thoughts are with you today. I know what it is like to lose a parent. May your wonderful memories of Millie sustain you during the days to come. Hugs – L.