#ItsTheLittleThings

Orange October has brought way more than the awesome San Francisco Giants to the World Series. A tiny life lost in a terrorist attack in Jerusalem, a brave army reservist senselessly gunned down in Ottawa, nationwide Ebola panic, a beloved friend quietly battles a ventilator, and another awaits a worrisome surgery. Is surgery ever not worrisome? Strep throat, Halloween mania, lost teeth (finally!), a very skinny dachshund, and nothing screams frightening 40s like smooshed boobs at the first ever mammogram.

In full spin on a very wobbly axis, I whiz through this agitated orbit. It takes a lot of output, seemingly limitless energy to keep that axis spinning. Even though it’s wobbly and erratic. Not only to make sure it doesn’t all fall apart on its unpredictable, hurtling journey through time but also to keep the love, the happy, the optimistic going, and going strong.

But of course everything, everybody reaches a limit eventually.

The very old, skinny dachshund is definitely not my favorite right now. For all his supposed inability to see, hear, run and jump nothing stops him from brazenly climbing onto the dining room table to gobble the last of the chicken, from gingerly pulling himself into the dishwasher to sneak a last lick of the stew, and if I said he peed in my bed the other night that would be TMI.

Pretzel

But after all is said, done and cleaned up he snuggles his warm small body right up next to mine, like he did in the days when Pretzel made three… and I smile. Breathe deep. Feel the crazy spinning axis slow some. “It’s the little things,” I think.

It’s the rare morning coffee date with my always-traveling husband. He is mostly somewhere, and hardly ever here. But a travel schedule includes flights that leave at off-hours, so I get a bittersweet hot chocolate and an hour of Just Him before the 11.35am to Arkansas.

source: foodspotting.com

source: foodspotting.com

It’s the news that my niece has an imaginary friend. G-d bless the child, she is too clever, too busy and too chatty for her three-year-old self so she invented a friend for the overflow! Wonderfully creative and imaginative, inspired and whimsical. And simple. To create what she wants, how and when she wants it, using only the power of her 38-month-old imagination.

This beautiful photo, taken by my mom, of the jacaranda trees in my hometown squeezes my heart and lifts my cheeks with a smile. Pretoria is famous for these blossoms that tint the air lilac and carpet the wide roads with messy purple every October. This scene makes me homesick, but in a good way. In the way that feels warm and comforting, even though I am far away.

photo by Dianne Faktor

photo by Dianne Faktor

These hilarious-to-me texts from my friend Stephanie, who thinks I am the “challah Jedi master” (her words). Her confidence puzzles me, since the one time we did make challah together my dough was too sticky, the braids were misshapen, and the end result was edible but definitely not delicious. Be that as it may, my weekly attempts at rise-to-perfection inspire her inner Princess Leia to text me these hashtags. Even the rising dough laughs: #ChallahJediMaster #MayTheYeastBeWithYou (my favorite) #QueenAmichallah #HansSchlomo. Her hashtagging rules the Empire. Yep, #itsthelittlethings.

Hengry. This is what my little guy calls his friend Henry. Somehow, his five-year-old tongue gets stuck at the back of his throat when he says Henry, and this delicious modification provokes a giggle every time. Luckily, Hengry isn’t bothered by the creative slip.

The surprise purple cauliflower in my salad (purple again – love it!), the 4am blood moon moment with my son as we caught the lunar eclipse together, the garden-fresh rosemary I pick for the lamb chops, this amazing song from Hozier (the way he says Honey makes everything better):

All give me pause, and clear a space in the chaos, a tiny space big enough to find a few ounces of me in the heaviness of everything else. These little things, these small moments remind me to turn in instead of out, to breathe, to find the calm and the happy. To replenish before I reach my limit.

After his cataract surgery last week, my father the optometrist marveled at his suddenly clear vision: “I can’t believe how much brighter the colors are!” The little things between the not so little. Bright orange October.

source: Brocken Inaglory

source: Brocken Inaglory

14 thoughts on “#ItsTheLittleThings

  1. Just adore this post. All of it. Yes indeed it is the little things. Smiling at the Hengry – my son is Henry and he too got many a delightful twist on his name. Hundie and Hennie being the most common. Bless your dad. May his world remain ever more vivid.

    Liked by 1 person

    • Ahh Kelly thank you so much. Another one is hearing that your son is named Henry! I adore the “Hengry” but I’m sure in time H will correct him. Such a beautiful wish for my dad, so appreciate it.

      Like

    • Thank you Kia :). More often than not I have to remind myself about the little things…
      There’s one jacaranda that I know of in Oakland. It’s near the library in Rockridge. I seek it out every spring. But wouldn’t they be perfect in Piedmont, purple and all?

      Like

  2. I feel like I learned a lot about you just from the little things. Like how we have a similar sense of humor, because Stephanie’s hash tags cracked me up too. Thanks for reminding me to look for the little things in my life.

    Liked by 1 person

  3. So so beautiful, Nicki! Yes, it’s the little things. I’m so glad that your dad’s cataract surgery went well and I’ll be thinking about your poor little skinny dog (how in the world did he manage to climb up on the table??? My dog Chief was HUGE so he could reach inside the kitchen sink. One Thanksgiving, he ate 1/2 of the turkey that was on the counter. But his warm snuggly body? totally forgiven).
    Good luck with your mammogram – I had my first this year and it really wasn’t as horrible as I thought it’d be. <4
    #MayTheYeastBeWithYou my friend. Happy happy Halloween!

    Liked by 1 person

    • Thank you Kristi! I know, that dog. Talk about chutzpah :). Mammogram was really fine, thank G-d, and I was mostly so grateful that everyone there was so kind and friendly. Happy Halloween to you and your adorable Batman!

      Like

  4. Pingback: Flutterby 5 | Flingo

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s