Pfunksfoolosophy

Well, gang…I’ve not written in a while because my kids came for a visit. They’re still here.

Pooper is a friggin’ laugh riot and he’s soooo very precious. The kid kills me. When he doesn’t like something, he says, “Me can’t like this, Bubbe”. You know, if you can’t like something, you can’t like it. He also says, “No, thank you” which makes my heart soar. Good manners. We like that. He’s a holy terror when it’s time for a nap, though. Just like his mother was. Gets really active and out of control. You have to say, “Must. Not. Shake. Baby” when he gets like that. My birthday was the 17th and he and his mom arrived that day. I was dog tired, but overjoyed to see them at Port Authority. He came running, smiling and screaming for me. His mom told me later that while they were waiting for me to pick them up he said, “Bubbe’s not coming. Let’s go back to Yaya’s house”. Poor kid.  I was late and he was tired. We went to IHOP for all you can eat pancakes. You know, it’s not that easy to get a value out of that because all I can eat is typically three pancakes. Who are they kidding? Pancakes are belly busters, man. But I love them so…

Okay, fast forward to brunch on Sunday with my pals. They’d never met Pooper so it was a blast to watch their surprise at how wonderful he is. Claude brought him a Curious George balloon, which is floating around my bedroom even now. I want to post photos, but I don’t want some stalker coming out…ahem.

Lemme see…oh, so Pooper’s birthday was on the 22nd and we went to Brooklyn for a fete hosted by my pal David. It was fun and Pooper received a nice present: Harmonica. Pre-boiled for safety. He doesn’t know where it is now. (in my purse for safekeeping. and my sanity) Pooper actually has musical talent, but it’s annoying to hear the same riff over and over. I can take but so much.

Koya got sick so we’re trying to nurse her back to health.

They leave Sunday. I’ll get back to my regularly scheduled blogging at that time.
I’ve missed ya, kids

It’s my ‘ex-husband’s’ birthday. Claude is my partner in comedy crime (or crimes against comedy), he’s my duet partner in an ever evolving musical extravaganza and most importantly, he’s a dear friend.

Here’s hoping your day is filled with laughter, joy and loads of lovely love. Keep on keepin’ on, Claude.
I loves ya.

In addition to being a Wholigan of the highest order, I am also a jazziac. A lot of the great ones are gone and now we say goodbye to The Maharaja of the keyboard, Oscar Peterson.

There was no one like him and there will be no one to replace his artistry.  His playing was subtle and understated, evidenced on his recordings with Ella and Louis. The classical training of his youth shone through and earned him a place in jazz royalty.

I’ll miss him, but I’m stoked to have his recordings. Check him out on youtube.

I’ll write more later.

Peace

As you can see, I’ve been a busy kid. Haven’t had much time to blog. I am preparing for the arrival of my kid and grandson for my birthday, which is in a couple of weeks.

I’m over the moon since I’ve not seen them since this past summer. Apparently, Pooper is nearly 41 inches tall. He’ll be three on the 22nd of this month. Five days after his due date, which is my birthday, for the record…ahem. Muhammad Ali, Betty White, Andy Kaufman and me…how splendid….okay, so the challenge of embracing each moment is going well.

I’m really quite happy most days. There is the residual paranoia that accompanies the feeling of contentment because after all is said and done, I’m still the adult child of an alcoholic, so I can’t completely trust the groovy stuff. (that’s a joke, kids.)

While I have experienced a good deal of drama in recent months, I can safely say that I know it was for a reason and if I didn’t have good friends and a strong faith, I would probably be in a padded room at Dr. Dippy’s Retreat or at the very least, a cell at a women’s prison somewhere.

Have I done a gratitude list lately? Have YOU?
Let’s all take a moment or two to create our gratitude lists, shall we?

Here goes:

 I’m grateful for my life. It may be confusing and busy and occasionally crazy, but it’s life and life is sometimes messy; it beats the alternative.

I’m grateful for a roof over my head, no matter how many times my roomie burns whatever it is he’s cooking. At least I’m not living at the chicken coop.

I’m grateful for my family–even if they drive me nuts, it’s never really a long drive and it’s nothing that I didn’t ask for when you think about it. I love them and I am loved by them. I don’t need much else.

I’m grateful for my friends and their unconditional love. See the above reasons as they apply here as well.

I’m grateful for employment that doesn’t make me want to shoot my face off every day. Sure, it’s corporate and I’m not a corporate monkey, but it keeps me fed and housed. Ya gets what ya need when ya works.

I’m grateful that I’ve got enough talent to keep me afloat.

I’m grateful for my spirit and my sense of humor.

I’m grateful that I can see past my own needs.

I’m grateful that I am a work in progress and know that there is no such thing as perfection.

I’m grateful for the path that leads me to joy every day.

I’m grateful for the times when I don’t feel particularly grateful and I’m reminded in some  way that I’m all  I’ve got.

I’m grateful for this blog to blow off steam in a constructive way; I’ll not make any money from it, but it’s an outlet for healthy communication.

I’m grateful I’m not the person  I was yesterday.

I’m grateful that I’ve got a steady grip on who I am becoming.
Your turn. Be grateful. Be joyful. Be content right  where you are because you’re supposed to be there for a reason.

Circumstances will change the moment YOU change…I’ve  learned that much.

Right now is good, ain’t it?