for…

the mini vacation from work…being together again…surviving the day two, back together again, family explosion of misunderstandings…baking many pies…shopping then shopping again…mourning those we have recently lost…mourning those who have been gone for a while…celebrating with extended family and friends in our midst…chatting over wine…baking with my Olivia…setting the table with my Jacob…watching mom cook her speciality items…reworking the menu yet again…visiting the NYBG train show…smelling cool air…a revolving door of people, thankfully all who believe in science and are multi vaccinated…preparing for tomorrow which will be over in a flash…

for all of this, and more…I am thankful.

Staten Island Ferry and Terminal at the NYBG Train Show

Bathroom Buddies

Each day I am thankful for the five minutes of peace I get while in the bathroom. My pretty pretty bathroom. Lately Jasmine has decided she can not live without me for those five minutes, so I often have the dog with me. Today, both cats decided they wanted to join the party. Because you know, what is better than one pet in the bathroom with you when you could have three. Somehow they closed the door behind themselves and spent the rest of the time pacing and trying to figure out how to open the door again. I guess it was not as much of a party as they thought it would be.

When my kids were little, alone time, even in the bathroom just never happened. It was a family affair…answering questions, opening markers, prying apart legos…there are some things that just can not wait. I guess the bathroom zoo is my new reality.

It could be worse. I am thankful my fur babies love me.

Siblings

Countdown to Thanksgiving…a repeat thankful post previously on FB with a few added sprinkles.
I am thankful for my brother and sister. We are brilliantly different and we don’t all interact often…we but when push comes to shove we are like the Avengers and use our individual talents to take on any issue. Super powers are so much stronger when combined. Fire Island, Key West, 140 Hollywood, the Club/Dock, Bohjalians, Drewes, and Muenches…the three of us are the only ones who get it…I adore that we had those experiences together. I am thankful for my new siblings…talking, cooking, working, celebrating, adoring, and parenting with you makes my life so full and joyful. I am thankful for the siblings I created. May you always love each other enough to be patient and kind, you two are a dynamic duo when you choose to be.
I am thankful for siblings.

Fire Island 1975?

Thankful 3.0

Some days I am too busy being alive to plan out my thankful swoon, too many things to be thankful for, too tired to write. Swooning daily for a month is an undertaking, one I am trying so hard to be true to. Today I am thankful I am 21 days in, and I have not missed a Swoon. I am thankful for a nonstop weekend of family and chores and work and more chores and more family. I am thankful to feel so alive.

These Two

It’s been twenty months since these two have occupied their childhood home together. It is different. Grandma lives here now. The house is blue. There is different furniture. He walks around picking up things and asking where they are from. Things change in twenty months. There are two options: go back to the way it was when they squabbled over almost everything, or act your age and be your new self. We all agreed that would be much more fun. A beautiful day, starting out at 4:30am we decided to all pile in the car and go to the airport to pick him up. The four of us together again, well five, there was no way the dog was letting us go without her. Like old times. Home for a hug from Nannie and a quick nap then dropping Jazzy and Nan at my brothers house for the day. We head into the city. Like old times. Ess-a-Bagels for breakfast, Pixar Mini Golf, laughs, walking through the city, Irish Hunger Memorial, strolling on the west side path along the Hudson, the Statue of Liberty saluting, welcoming, reminding us how lucky we are. A beautiful day.

These two…I am so very thankful for them. They are everything.

THE compliment

Since forever, holidays in our home meant eating Armenian appetizers before the main meal…stuffed grape leaves and boreg (think spanakopita) accompany every gathering, they go with bbq, turkey, roast beef, and lamb…of course they go with lamb. They are a staple. Delicious bits of goodness that are both complicated and tedious to make. Armenians like a little suffering in their food prep, why layer your phyllo dough when you can make 100 individual triangles.

I have been folding triangles (boreg) for about 48 years. For the first 7 years of my life I got to watch and listen to the “how to deal with phyllo dough” play by play. Katharine (pronounced Katrin) we used to make this…yes, my grandma and great aunties MADE phyllo dough. Kit Kat, you have to have the dough at the right temperature, don’t worry about sheets with rips, just patch it. Watch and learn. I finally graduated to being able to fold…Kit Kat, that is too much filling…Kit Kat, that is not enough filling…Katharine, you can do it, yes, you can do it. In my head I repeated up and over, up and over as I folded…creating a triangle that was full, but not too full, tight but not too tight. Trying so hard to make a triangle that was…jusssst right.

Every year, a few days before Thanksgiving the realization that annual appeals and holiday cards should be in the mail the first week in December hits my clients. There is a mad rush for design, approval, and getting files off to the printer, all while I am trying to organize the holidays, it makes for some long days. Today I needed to focus. Brush brush brush, tap tap, clink…and repeat. That is the sound of my mom making boreg, butter brushed, spoon tapping the filling on the dough, and the clink of the spoon tossed back in the bowl. I ran downstairs. I joined the production line, brush, tap, clink…it was lovely. After we finished folding and doing, my mom looked at our work and said… thanks for helping Kat, your triangles are GORGEOUS.

Best. Compliment. Ever.

I am thankful I was wise enough to put off work for a bit to cook with my mom. I am thankful for family traditions. And I am super thankful my mom waited 48 years to compliment my triangles…I have to admit, they were pretty awesome, I think even grandma would have approved.

The Moon

This morning my little guy was focused on the rocket ship box. Getting in, putting on his goggles (made out of cardboard of course), closing the doors and hatches, and taking off…this meant I was counting down and shaking the box as he giggled inside. He would pick a planet, have a little visit, then back in the box taking off to the next adventure. When he blasted off to visit the moon, I sang the Sesame Street song…

Well I’d like to visit the moon,
on a rocket ship high in the air.
Yes, I’d like to visit the moon,
but I don’t think I’d like to live there.

Though, I’d like to look down at the earth from above,
I would miss all the places and people I love
so although I might like it for one afternoon
I don’t wanna live on the moon.

He got out of the box and looking at me with the most delicious huge brown eyes said, Kat, why are you sad? Why is that song so sad?

I wasn’t sad, but my heart was heavy…I sang that song to my kids a million and one times…in my arms, wearing footsie pjs, so clean after their tubbies, resting their little heads on my shoulder…I rocked and I sang. He could hear my longing for times gone by. Sigh. Swoon. Sigh. What a tender little man.

Tonight the moon is SPECTACULAR, take a minute to look. When I spot a beautiful moon like this I immediately text my crew. Everyone, look at the sky, the moon, the moon, we are together.

So where ever you are, go look at the moon. We are one.

I am thankful for the moon.

11.17.21 Backyard Moon by Greg Nemec