Merry Christmas and Happy New Year everyone! (Are you all hungover?) Well, we made it to Day 1 of a new year and I'm so happy to be posting here. It is around this time that I enjoy making lists of ideas, goals and things I want to accomplish for the year ahead. Considering the fact that 2020 was a complete dumpster fire of sorts for so many people, I'm doing things a little differently this time around. I'm leaning into hope. Hope has allowed me to weather life's storms and . . .
Did the title of this post make you itch? In any case, thanks for dropping by. Somehow I blinked and Christmas is less than a week away. As I write this, I am currently in my apartment, living out of plastic bags because if this year couldn't get anymore crazy, we discovered that a rash on Adam's skin was actually bedbugs. We're actually handling this pretty well (all things considered) but nothing is more humbling than trying to dig for a clean pair of underwear. But I . . .
I picked up a challah from Harbord Bakery today and it’s still warm. I got a brisket in the oven. And Adam picked up some grape juice so Ethan and I can do the blessing over the wine tonight. So far so good...all the boxes checked. Oh. And one more thing: Next week, Ethan starts Catholic school. No matter how many boxes I tick off in the Balabusta/Yenta Playbook, I know that this decision will disappoint a lot of people in my life. And while nothing is more . . .
It's amazing how life will run it's ordinary course and in the blink of an eye, one event can change everything. As I sit in my parents backyard, my childhood home in Thornhill, I wonder: How did this happen? Covid happened. The last few months have not been easy for my family. My mom is still in the hospital after having a fall at home. And 2 weeks ago, my dad was rushed to the hospital and was diagnosed with Pericarditis (a virus that causes inflammation to sac surrounding . . .
Over the last few months, I have been really craving family time. Last week, the three of us packed up the car and escaped Toronto to visit Adam's family in Kingston. I didn't realize just how much I was missing this in my life. I haven't seen my own parents in over 6 months (and counting). And even though our government says we are allowed to build a circle of up to 10 people, the decision to do so, comes with a lot of risks. Not only are my parents seniors, but . . .