Well, it’s 2013 and the holidays are officially over. I went to visit my mom and family out in California and there was the usual assortment of stabbing, shooting, slugging, sandpapering, and other ‘s’ words that make up one of our family reunions.
Oh, we hardly ever do any permanent damage, though my brother’s jaw still makes a clicking noise after I kicked him in the face when I was 12. And, quite honestly, I don’t hear as well out of my left ear after the infamous ‘things that rhyme with frying pan’ incident.
NOTE: Nothing rhymes with frying pan. It was a trap.
Something extraordinary did occur. No, there was no ‘Christmas Truce,’ though we did mutually agree to a ‘nothing powered with gas’ exception for Christmas eve. Hint: don’t agree to this when a sibling has an electric chainsaw and you don’t.
No, the extraordinary event was that my mother had her 80th birthday. We surprised her with dinner out via limo on her birthday with all her children and most of her grandchildren. Then, on Saturday, we had the ‘official’ party with 70 friends and family from all over the country. We saw people we hadn’t seen in 20 years and for three hours, ate, drank and caught up.
And, in a sentence you might never read from me again, it was all quite lovely.
So, happy birthday, Mom. Now we start planning for the 90th.
Now, I just need to get the stitches removed and I’ll be ready for the next holiday.