One of the best things about being Jewish is celebrating holidays. There are the standard American and Hallmark ones like Valentine’s Day and Thanksgiving. Jews get so many extra holidays, including our gift of having two New Year’s celebrations.
When you get holiday cards in December some families include a newsletter to keep up with their family’s happenings. This Rosh Hashanah consider yourself part of Team Fenster Brown.
L’Shana Tova! Happy 5785 to you and yours!
We are doing very well and had a year filled with milestones, which are way more fun than kidney stones.
The boys are now men and luckily, they are cuter and smarter than ever, thanks to their dad, who says he plans one day to find out who their biological mother is.
Speaking of Jeff, he is really making the most of his impressive math skills. He constantly reminds me that he gets 51% of the votes in our house.
Like the rest of the country, Jeff is annoyed by inflation. His latest mantra is: “We can send the boys to college, or we can buy ground beef.” Tough call.
Lately, I’ve been introducing Jeff to people as my first husband. Even though he’s my only husband, I feel this new title really keeps him on his toes.
Davis, age 18, graduated from high school. He even acknowledged us during the ceremony. Now that he’s a college man, he’s starting to question the world around him. Once while shopping, I saw some clothes I thought he might like. He opened the bag, paused and asked, “Mom, have you ever seen me leave the house?” So, I think he didn’t like them.
Since Davis left for college, Leo has not stopped talking. Is it possible he wasn’t a quiet guy all along but just couldn’t get in a word edgewise before? He is now 17 years old, just months away from becoming a legal adult. Sometimes he has the attitude of an illegal adult.
He’s crushing it at school. Leo is president of his school’s National Business Honors Society, but I’m trying to get him to change the name of it to the None Of Your Business Society and avoid answering questions. He’s great at this activity at home, so why not take advantage of his innate skills at school?
I’m now at the age where all conversations boil down to the weather and food. The other day I heard myself say, “We really needed the rain.”
These days, the probability of physical things happening when I sneeze uncontrollably is huge. I’m still campaigning for the medical community to change the name of “the change” from menoPAUSE to menoSTOP — because I don’t want to entertain the possibility of it coming back. Always working for the people, that’s me.
I took a trip to Baltimore to visit relatives this year. My 12-year-old nephew greeted me at the airport with a sign that read “Congratulations on your parole, Aunt Amy.”
Now we all move forward as we bid farewell to 5784 and flip the calendar to 5785. You can bet your apples and honey that it will be a sweet year for all of us.
