It's the year of the sheep... or perhaps the goat, or maybe (according to some sources) the ram. Maybe I'll just refer to it as Year Of A Hoofed Mammal That Says "Baah" or something like that. Yeah, that'll work.
I haven't posted for a while because life, already a complicated proposition, has become much more complicated of late. That's the cupcake; the icing is a healthy dose of exhaustion, and that pastel-colored pleated paper cup that you bake the cupcake in is just a big ol' dose of stress. There's a limit to how much up-close-and-personal family information I'm going to run up the flagpole, but not everything is going smoothly in Pipsqueakland.
For some time now, Miri's Grandpa hasn't always been feeling well. Sometimes it's pain, sometimes it's just plain ol' feeling extra-super-duper-cruddy. There've been a number of doctor visits, several specialist visits, and more are planned... but as I type this, he's in the hospital (for a couple of days now) and is doing "okay" but that's about the best way to put it. He's expected home on Wednesday (an extra relief for the Pipsqueak's Grandma, who's been sleeping in a chair next to him the whole time) but we all suspect life's going to be a little different from now on... and those few words are hiding several gigatons of stress, worry, concern, and sleeplessness for all the Pipsqueak's grownups (and even a bit for the Pipsqueak herself, thanks to that amazingly big, open, loving heart of hers). I'm not going to go into any more detail for the time being, but it's been a hell of a way to start off a new year.
All has not been horrible and hospital since my last post, but I'm fighting to keep my eyes open so I'll let my camera do some of the talking for a bit. First up, the annual FCC-Maryland Chinese New Year celebration (the one that got snowed out last year):
|Miri's in the foreground (in pink); she always has fun feeding the lion!|
|That's me in the checkered shirt; we're trying to feed the lion several envelopes it had dropped.|
AJ got several good shots of us with my camera despite us chasing the lion all over the place.
|As usual, the Tai Yim Kung Fu group did a great job with the lion dance!|
|The Pipsqueak got a little help from Mommy after she (as usual) took off her shoes.|
|This was around 10pm; there was a whole lot more white stuff by morning!|
All that mess (and some additional wintery goop) caused postponement lion dance luncheon that our "MIT Group" had planned to attend, so we kept hoping things would improve. Unfortunately, the weather seemed to have found a new groove...
|I've got waaay too many photos that look like this one...!|
My niece's budding prowess as a dancer notwithstanding, Old Man Winter came back into the picture with even more slop, goop, and general yuck, so the postponed lion dance luncheon ended up being a total washout. It might have been just as well, because along the way Dad had a couple more of those unpleasant episodes, and then the Pipsqueak herself came down with a really, really ugly stomach virus that's left AJ's van smelling slightly of puke and Lysol. (Not exactly the world's loveliest scent, in case you were curious.)
Then Dad came down with the same virus... and then came the evening I actually crossed paths with the ambulance taking him (with Mom in tow) to the hospital as I took the Pipsqueak to work so AJ could take her home from there... So now here we are, hoping to be able to attend the CCACC New Year banquet this weekend (Miri and classmates are scheduled to repeat their dance at the event) and keeping our fingers, toes and eyes crossed waiting to see how Dad's going to be faring.
Hell of a way to start a new year, but we're all still together, and that (for this family, at least) is What Counts.