I totally dropped the proverbially New Year’s ball this year 3,000 miles west of Times Square. I didn’t realize New Year’s Eve was in fact New Year’s Eve until about 2:30 p.m. on Saturday when son2 informed me his ride was going back up to school and he would be leaving “tomorrow”. I instantly perked up and said, “You’re leaving on New Year’s Eve!?!” He informed me that in less than twelve hours it would be a new year.
I have never lost a day before and this one was important. I was spooked the rest of the day knowing I was a day late in food preparations for what I had envisioned to be our family’s night in to ring in the year and which, of course, meant I had to mentally prepare in record time for the inevitable void a child leaves after filling the house with joy for almost three weeks. While standing over the kitchen sink I quickly worked on thawing 2 pounds of frozen shrimp for what was now to be for an impromptu holiday dinner. It was my hope the thaw would also take effect on my brain.
To make my deep freeze more concerning, over the last week I misplaced the users manual to my beautiful new Canon 5D Mark ll and a package I bought in haste from Nordstrom right before Christmas. Where they are both hiding is a complete mystery and the conspiracy eats at me.
Granted, I’ve had a lot on my mind – which includes my new found love of coffee due to my husband accidentally putting heavy cream into my cup one very fine morning. I tell you, there is no going back to non-fat milk. If there is a more addictive substance out there, I don’t know what that could possibly be. Ever since this seemingly innocent mistake occurred I’ve been looking forward to that morning cup starting the night before – at about 6 p.m. Tomorrow morning I go cold turkey. Wish me luck.
My most generous husband with the dairy products will go under the knife for outpatient surgery this week, on his birthday no less. Not because of some sorted retribution for the cream incident but due to a torn cartilage from the accident we were in in June. You know how it is, you wait to see if something will get better, deny it and then you’re forced to acknowledge it and do something about it. He’ll be on crutches for 6 weeks and cannot drive for at least a week, which his job demands. It’s amazing how one can be allowed to move immediately after such surgery but how immobilized the movement is and for such a long period of time. So at least for the next week until I see how much I’m needed, I’m going to focus on being nurse, chauffer, supportive office worker, and cheerleader as well as being a recovering heavy cream-aholic.
Alas, the recipe I promised for the most delicious espresso martinis when I thought December 30th was the 29th (oh well) will be forthcoming and believe me it is worth the wait but if I need a high fat hit among my extra wifely duties (which I’m certainly in anticipation of) I’m going straight to this cocktail, take photos with my old camera, sit down to sip and share with you.
In the meantime, I want to thank Cathy at Stitchfork Designs who designed and embroidered the apron for son2 for Christmas. I gave Cathy a brief explanation of what took place this summer and that I wished to commemorate son2’s LA and OC county fair wins for his chocolate cake and she came up with this incredible design. You should have seen the other designs she also came up with. Wow! She is one very talented artist and embroiderer and I consider her a sweet blogging friend. I know if she lived 2,500 miles closer we would be sitting in Starbucks talking “design and sons”. Cathy, certainly with a healthy drink, and me with my
38% non-fat, decaf misto. Her blog is full of her beautiful and creative work. I encourage you to visit her. You will be in awe - every stitch of the way.
Wishing you all a most happy and most healthy New Year!