“Bruce Springsteen”

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“Why ah you heah?”

My 3-year-old nephew asked me “Why are you here?” with a sideways glance as he washed his hands standing on a stool after returning home from a fun afternoon of swimming.

“I stayed with you guys to go to your brother’s game later. Is that ok?”

I spent a wonderful Wednesday afternoon relaxing in water with my sister & her 4 kids as well as my aunt, 2 cousins & their kids, in my aunt’s delightfully clean & clear heated pool. My brother-in-law was working so my sister was the only one in charge.

I thought the boy would waste no time in responding with a “YESSSSS!!!” & be Completely Ecstatic that his aunt was over to spend time with him. After all, who better to play his favorite game of Legos with than an enthusiastic fun-loving companion like me? I was wrong. He didn’t.

Before I continue, may I please
take a brief but imperative intermission
to dine on a whopping wedge of humble pie???

Turning slightly to his left to face more in my direction while his hands were still soapy, out came words that let me know he wasn’t anywhere even slightly near the vicinity of being thrilled at my presence like I’d assumed he would be:

Ask my Mom,” he instructed in a humorless tone. “She’s da boss.”

The End

By Aunt Amy on 8.16.17

 

W.I.G.

Wonderful

Inspiring

 Get-together . . .

 . . . With the incredible Eugene Antonelli & his remarkable daughter Mia!!!

Positive Points Prevail:

♦ Delicious lunch, thanks to Eugene, of a scrumptious Italian wrap at Leo’s Coney Island

♦ Even better than the midday meal was the Coolest & Kindest Company Ever that I had the pleasure of conversing & laughing with

♦ Being invited to accompany Mia for her upcoming haircut to very selflessly & generously donate her lovely brunette locks to make a wig for a person in need of hair!

♦ Meeting awesome new friends – because nothing beats the beginning of 2 new & Fabulous Friend Relationships Eugene & Mia Antonelli 8-17-17

 

Why Not?

Because I’m going to enjoy a movie night here later with my friend &

ABSOLUTELY NO

standards are set to judge or critiques are made here tonight when

Comfort Is Key,

even if you’re in a stained wife-beater, no makeup, no hat anywhere in sight cuz it’s just too dang hot . . .

Everyone needs at least 1 place where they can just
Be Themselves.

The Enigma of an Ant

Aunt, actually.

How amusing to witness these 9 little pairs of eyes trying to figure out ME. The funny thing is, my nieces & nephews can find it hard to view me as an adult, largely because I live with my parents aka their grandparents. In their short lives & based on their knowledge, one “fact” they think they know is that adults don’t live with their Mom & Dad. Thus, Aunt Amy = what?

4 Subjects about me that the Kids & I have discussed

Walking without a cane – though my brain stem’s neurotoxicity causing total imbalance AIN’T NO JOKE:

“You can walk without your cane!” a nephew shouted . . . & that is true, on an extremely, & I stress extremely, limited basis. I can occasionally walk fairly safely around my ranch-style house cane-free; although admittedly, there have been times when I thought I could get around my one-level house minus my needed balance assistance &

* slipped wearing slippery socks & fell forward – HARD – onto my hard unforgiving kitchen floor,

* fell on 2 different occasions that resulted in smacking onto the hardwood floor so hard that I broke bones each time,

* & too many other instances to name them all – Although I do have a dream that in Heaven, God will have a bloopers reel of all the times I’ve lost my balance & wobbled precariously; fallen unharmed into weird things like my toilet; & crashed quite UN-gracefully into a chair, onto the ground, etc (I love to laugh at myself & would happily share those chuckles with others too).

My Femur post-surgery with a titanium rod & screws in it

Utilizing my cane to retrieve stuff out of reach:

“That’s cool!” exclaimed the little guy of 8 upon watching me stretch out my arm & use my 33-inch cane to grab an out-of-reach ball we were playing with in his basement. So now he knows besides helping me safely walk, the cane can also be “cool” because the metal stick can reach a desired object without the person having to move to get to it. (The kids associate, like most people, only elderly people using canes, so I laugh – rather than becoming offended – along with them when they inevitably pretend to be a shuffling cane-toting old frail person.)

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• Not having hair:

“Why don’t you have hair?” my 3-year-old nephew asked me the question that all the kids have asked at one time or another, at his house just last week. Not wanting to make a big deal of it or scare him by saying I lost my hair when I was sick so that he then thinks when he gets sick his hair will also fall out, I consciously nonchalantly reply that I don’t want any hair so I shave it all off. Keepin’ it age-appropriate . . .

• Can you swim?:

My nephew wondered so I answered that yes, I can swim, & his Mom as well as our other sister can all swim very well thanks to the instruction of our Water-Safety-Instructor & former lifeguard who wishes he was a dolphin, Dad.


 

. . . Looks like I’ve got a pretty long way to go before these invaluable youngsters get any sort of true grasp of my unique situation – how in their young lives they wonder aloud why in the world Aunt Amy isn’t married with kids (that’s what they think everyone grown up is supposed to do) but instead lives with their Grandma & Grandpa; uses a cane; has no hair; the list continues – since a mere 3 days ago my 3rd youngest nephew informed me that he “knows” that all I do every day is text with friends on my phone (an activity I don’t frequently engage in so it’s quite amusing to think of how his little growing mind arrived at that false conclusion).

Traits

Not taking our individual qualities, good or bad, too seriously is a smoother way to go. Whether we like it or not,

individual traits make us, us.

I suppose 1 trait that I like that helps make me
PROUD TO BE AN INDIVIDUAL
is the fact that I feel no conviction in my lifetime to strive for or feign perfection, but rather “give it to you straight.”

A physical trait that I dislike however, is the damage acidic foods do to my mouth on the outside – so I wrote a silly rhyme about it & took 2 very unflattering photos for no other reason than, just because:

Cuts on your face
Peaches disgrace
Lanolin lathered
All over the place:

Lanolin on my facelanolin face