Moments

Today, I had to take Matthew over to get his senior portrait for the upcoming yearbook.  This marks his final year of high school.  He has taken the requisite ACT test and preparing for the next test in September and is spending the summer working on his college essay.  No, he hasn't figured out what school he wants to apply to, nor does he know what he wants to major in.  What he does know is that this is his final year of high school, his final year of being a "kid" and will soon embark on his journey through adulthood.

As I watched from behind as he was posing for the various portraits, I was flooded with memories of a lot of firsts.  Matthew's first tooth, first steps, first words and many other special moments. I became very nostalgic as I thought of all those moments and know that I am not ready for him to grow up.  It only magnified that time has passed too quickly and we're getting older.

Stampede to New York

We ran to New York during Matthew's spring break.  Since we were enjoying the wonderful weather out here in California, we thought it would be nice to bring it along with us back to New York.  Success!  We were told we did bring the beautiful weather with us, since it snowed on Monday before we arrived.  We grabbed Matthew 15 minutes before school ended and ran to the airport to catch our flight.  We arrived pretty late on Friday evening - only to be greeted by rain and cold.  BOO.  Not what we were used to and we were hoping we would get better weather as the week progressed.  We arrived at my in-laws and they were thrilled to see us.  My mother-in-law, being the typical Italian, had a feast waiting on the table.  May I remind you this was 12:30 a.m. Saturday morning by the time we arrived after we retrieved our luggage and grabbed a cab.  There was sausage, pasta with garlic and oil and quiche.  Matthew, being the typical teenager, was pretty happy to sit down and eat away and proceeded to roll into bed.

We had plans the next day to see Tony S, Gigi and Anthony for dinner.  Matthew, Tony S and Tony went to see Captain America and I caught up with a friend for a quick cup of coffee.  We then met up with Gigi for dinner and started the food frenzy that would last a week.

We had dinner plans every single night while we were in town.  With all that, we still didn't get to see everyone.  We have a lot of friends and weren't able to meet up with a lot of them but we had a great time.

Of course, this included my "bucket list" of chores that I had to do for my mother.  This included, the purchase of a new television, various repairs in her home, teaching her how to use a rice cooker and procuring a new cell phone for her.  Mind you, I have always said, there was a reason why I wasn't in child care.  I know what my limitations are and, yes, I am categorizing my mother to be a child.  I have come to the realization that as adults get older, they become children again.  The difference is with a three year old, you know that you can't reason with them.  When it comes to your parents, you would think you can reason with them, but you really can't.

My journey into the abyss of the cell phone world involved 2 hours of teaching my mother how to find her contacts and make a phone.  I purposely did not password protect her phone and didn't set up a PIN for her to access her voice mails.  Mind you, 90 minutes of the lesson involved her doing the same steps over and over.  That of course, included her dialing my cell phone numerous time and my sister.  Oh, did I mention, that my sister didn't pick up the phone?  She instead opted to text me to find out if everything was OK.  Once I sent my mother on her way, she proceeded to call me continuously, as if to confirm that I didn't save a fake number for my cell phone.

My mother's fascination with her new cell phone has now included daily "checks" to make sure she can get a hold of me.  Oh joy.  How lucky can I be?  Meanwhile,  my sister had gotten off scott free.  I took care of all the items on the "bucket list" and she will just send me a check for her share of the contribution.  No pain, she gets to laugh and roll on the floor on the things that have happened to me. I've vowed that I will find a way to get things broken so when she heads to New York this summer she will have her fair share of items to take care of on the "bucket list".

Grateful

It's been a very long time since I've written anything on the blog.  Life goes by at such great neck speed, it takes my breath away.  I've settled nicely in my new job at LinkedIn and I am always grateful for all the blessings that I have in my life.  I am thrilled that LinkedIn believes in giving back to the community. This is something that resonates in my core.  I have always been involved in my community.  When Matthew was younger, I was on the Board of the child care center and we built a new school.  Since I've arrived in California, I have been searching for new causes to be a part of.  Today, I had the chance to give back to my new adopted hometown and provide help at the Law Foundation of Silicon Valley.  Together with my colleagues, I worked with families who are dealing with housing issues.  I've always said that - you never stop learning.  Today, I learned about housing laws and how unjust it is towards tenants.  The families that I met, touched me deeply with the issues that they are dealing with.  I only hope that my assistance will help them get to a better place.

Here's a photo of me with my team at the end of our clinic.  Yes, that's me, the "petite" one hiding in the second row.

New Beginnings

We've been living in a disconnected state for quite a bit of time.  Tony moved to California, I was left in Connecticut with Matthew. I had surgery that was supposed to be really simple, it wound up setting set me back by 6 weeks.  On top of all this, I had to race to get the house on the market. We were at the height of listing season and every day I didn't list was working against me.  Physical limitations aside, reaching out for the help that I really needed, the house was finally put on the market and we had numerous showings.  Before I knew it, the school year started in Connecticut and by the end of the first month of school, I made a decision to send Matthew out to California to allow him to have the chance to get acclimated with school.  I figured it was better for him to start as soon as possible rather than wait for things to fall into place.  Who knew how long the situation would last but it was better for me to stay behind and get things organized.  On top of all that, I was  putting in pretty insane hours for work.

I finally drew a line in the sand and decided to just bite the bullet and move out.  It was pretty insane to do that without anything set in stone.  I picked a date and worked with the moving company and had a massive clean out of the house.  I reached out to my friends and family and I will, forever be grateful to each of them.  I don't think I would have ever been able to survive the stress that was associated with the move and clean up without the support of all my loved ones.  Physical limitations aside, I was experiencing the worst side effects of the stress - massive amount of hair loss, insomnia, weight loss and most of all, depression.  I finally started to see the light at the end of the tunnel, organizing the massive clean up was an effort that never ceases to amaze me.  The endless bags of stuff that went to Goodwill, stuff being sold and most of all, stuff being relocated to family and friends, I couldn't believe how much stuff we managed to accumulate since we returned from Shanghai.  Emotional attachments to all the items, the hardest part for me was clearing out my massive collection of cookbooks.  I lovingly selected every cookbook but had to close my eyes and put it into a box and relocate a majority of my books to May's house.  I know that the books will be lovingly used and I get to visit them when I return for my home visits.

When the final day came, the moving truck packed everything up, cleared out the house and drove off.  Simultaneously, I packed up my car and drove away from the house.  I didn't even have a formal moment to do a final walk through. I just left and didn't look back.  I knew if I did a walk through, it would have made it that much more harder for me to leave and I would have been an emotional mess.  As I was leaving Stamford, I made a final pit stop at my attorney's office to drop off the keys to the house, the manuals for all the appliances and other documents. My time constraints made it very hard for me to see anyone.  There were many people that I wanted to see and say farewell to before I hopped to get on a plane to be reunited with my family. For those that I didn't get a chance to see, I apologize and trust that we'll see each other in California or somewhere in the world.

When I arrived into San Francisco, it was surreal to be reunited with my family at the baggage claim area of San Francisco Airport but it was very long overdue.  Our reunion was short lived.  Shortly after I arrived and had lunch with Tony and Matthew, two hours later, Tony left for a business trip.  Not sure if he was trying to tell me something.  Honestly, he did the same thing to me when Matthew and I arrived in Shanghai.  We arrived and the next morning he took off for Korea.  Hey, I'm OK.  I hit the ground running. I had to drive Matthew to school the next day and be working virtual to support the office with east coast hours.  Give me credit, at least I remembered to pick up Matthew from school.

Fast forward, the house has been sold and has now officially closed.  This marks the official new beginning of our lives.  That chapter of our lives on the east coast, is a part of our past.  We have a new beginning on the west coast.  Truth is, I don't really know what's around here. I do know my way to Matthew's school and the local supermarket. That's about it.  I need to find my way around my new hometown.  Tony leaves for another business trip to China tomorrow.  That means, it'll be Matthew and I exploring.  Just like the days when we first arrived in Shanghai. The good thing is, English is the primary language and I have been officially reunited with my wheels.  My attitude is, I have my GPS, all is good. As long as I can make my way back to the apartment, there is nothing to fear.

Matthew, my caretaker

So, I've been out of the hospital now and have had a steady stream of caretakers. This morning, before Matthew had to leave for school, he helped me hobble from the bedroom to the family room where I was left on the sofa.  He did set up the sofa with the body pillow that helps me elevate my foot and since I can't maneuver around easily, he even got 6 bottles of water for me.  He was thoughtful to even throw in a package of Oreos as my food substance.  Mind you, this was all before 6:30 a.m. when he had to leave to catch the school bus.  When I asked for something a bit healthier, he told me "Work with me here. I'll be back from school at 2:30 this afternoon and I'll feed you then."  Wow.  6 bottles of water and a package of Oreos to tie me over for 8 hours.  I wonder what he's going to feed me when I hit my golden years?

Fifth Time is the Charm

It has been a very long time since I've written anything. Life is passing by at such a high speed- I always feel like we're going at about 90 miles per hour in a 25 miles per hour lane. We always manage to get things done. We've been extremely busy with work, school and home activities and then poof..time has gone by.  I can never figure out where the time has gone.  Holidays have come and gone and Matthew even celebrated his 15th birthday a few months ago.

The 90 mile per hour days came to a screeching halt for me.  I was laid up in the hospital for 10 days. It started with procedure on my left foot on Thursday, May 3rd. No post operation issues occurred until late Monday night on May 7th and it all went downhill after that.  My left foot became hot and tender.  I was in pain but nothing an oxycontin paired with Tylenol and Advil couldn't control.  I called the doctor and went to see him on Tuesday, May 8th.  It was suspected that I had developed an infection. OK. I figure an oral antibiotic could knock it out, right? Nope, those who know me know that it's never that easy for me. I had to go to the hospital for an IV antibiotic infusion.  Since I didn't want to have to travel to the hospital on a daily basis for the treatments, I asked if a Hickman line could be installed under my skin in my collarbone area so that I can administer the IV antibiotics on my own. My doctor agreed that I am fairly intelligent enough (I don't know how I fooled him but I'll go with it) and since I don't get squeamish over these things, it was agreed that I would return the next day to have the line installed.  Not so fast.

Wednesday, May 9th
Since I was having another procedure, I went through the usual fasting process. No food or drinks after midnight. I was scheduled for 8 a.m. so I showed up on time.  While I was going through the pre-op testing, I was informed that I developed a fever and the procedure was going to be canceled as a result.
Meanwhile, my foot had swelled up tremendously and I was pretty miserable. Anytime I put my foot down, it was enough to make me consider amputating it since the pain was that awful.  I was sent into the operating room had to have some stitches taken out to help my foot drain the fluid that had accumulated. It helped a bit and the plan was for me to return to the operating room on Thursday, May 10th to have the stitches put back in.

Thursday, May 10th 
I went through another fasting process.  I was rolled back into the operating room and was rolled right out.  My foot wasn't cooperating and it was best to wait another 24 hours before I got stitched up again.    Back to the drawing board.

Friday, May 11th
I went through another fasting process. All I kept thinking was I'm gonna be skinny. Continuous fasting should have achieved some results right?  I won't know until I get home and can stand on the scale.   My doctor comes in and checks on me pre-op and told me that since the swelling hasn't gone down as much as he had hoped, I was going to be sent for an MRI.   The radiologist identified areas where the fluid was "stuck" and we discussed options.  I was rolled back into the operating room and went through my third procedure.  An incision was made on the side of my foot to help the fluid drain and I was hopeful that the third time was going to be the charm.  I was rolled back into my room around 11:30 p.m. and I was still on local anesthesia. I thought all was well.

Saturday, May 12th
3 a.m. and the local anesthesia wore off. It was uncomfortable and I rang the bell for the nurse and asked for pain killers. I was given morphine.  The first shot didn't do anything for me.  I was given a dose of oxycontin to go hand in hand.  That didn't do anything for me.  The second shot of morphine should have done the trick. It didn't do anything. The pain was searing and it made me cry.  For the record, I NEVER cry for pain since I have a very high threshold for pain.  The nurse called the doctor and I was given a dose of dilaudid. That finally did the trick.  Dilaudid is a very powerful painkiller that is 7 times stronger than morphine.  I can truly say that I had reached rock bottom.  The stay in the hospital was getting to me. I felt like a caged animal and I was stuck on bed rest. On top of all the drama I experienced with my pain earlier in the day, I fell out of bed around 12:30 p.m.  That was the icing on the cake.  I was so doped up on pain killers that I misjudged the distance between me and the crutches.  BOOM.  I fell out of bed and all the nurses came rushing into the room.  Not smart. I was then designated a "Falling Star" and had a "Falling Star" magnet put on my door indicating that I am high risk for falling.  I was also informed that the second time it happens, I was going to be restrained to the bed.  As a precaution, the bed alarm was activated.  My primary care doctor was notified and my podiatrist came by to check on my foot. My podiatrist shook his head when he walked in and he sent me down to x-ray to make sure I didn't break any bones.  Luckily, nothing was broken. I was pretty miserable and was stuck in bed complete with the demoralizing bed alarm.  Oh joy.

Sunday, May 13th
Mothers Day at the hospital. The weather was beautiful but I wasn't able to go out and enjoy the fresh air and sunshine.  My primary care doctor came by to visit and proceeded to tell me about his reaction when he received the call that I fell out of bed.  He stated that if he got another call about me falling out of bed, he was going to come and strangle me and tie me to the bed.  Wow. I didn't realize that I had that effect on people.  Then again, I'm not used to having people doing things for me. I am extremely independent hate the prison like effect the hospital was having on me.

Fast forward, my podiatrist comes to visit and check on me.  I hear the words " dusky" "circulation" and "very dark". My ears perked up and I asked what the story was.  The concern was the fluid wasn't draining properly and my blood vessels were getting constricted.  If blood vessels get constricted, there is a chance that I would lose a toe on my foot.  The verdict was to wait 24 hours and then make a decision.  I was on a steady diet of dilaudid, toradol (an anti-inflammatory) and roxicodone.  The pain was being managed and I was pretty OK.  It was a matter of time. I was praying that I wasn't going to lose a toe.

Monday, May 14th
The fluid didn't subside and after consulting with a vascular surgeon, I was sent down for an ultrasound, it was confirmed that I didn't have a blood clot in my leg and had very healthy blood flow.  However, the fluid was still there and it wasn't draining. I was going back to the operating room and was fasting again.  A decision was made to cut the top of my foot to allow ample drainage.  I was rolled  back into the operating room and the fourth operation was performed in a matter of two weeks.  This time, it did the trick.  An incision was made and a lot of fluid came out and my toe was spared.  I can honestly say, I felt a significant difference.  Amen is all I was able to say.

Tuesday, May 15th
Another check up and my foot looked a hell of a lot better than it did a few days earlier.  We were waiting to see if I could go in for my final operation to stitch up the incision and I can finally start the proper healing process.

Wednesday, May 16th
Fasting procedure again.  I was rolled back into the operating room and my final operation was performed.  I had stitches to close the last incision.  All went well without any complications and now the clock is ticking for me to get released from the hospital.

Thursday, May 17th
My doctor comes by to check on me and is pleased with my progress.  He was very guarded as to when I was going to be released from the hospital.  I was chomping at the bit to get out and made it pretty clear that I wanted to go home.

Friday, May 18th
Healing process is happening and it was decided it was time to let me go.  Trust me, I did not need to be told twice to go.  I packed up as quickly as I could and high tailed out of there.  It was nice to be home sleeping in my bed.

I must say during my stay, I got to know all the nurses, orderlies and clinical assistants.  It was not unusual for them to be found in my room talking with me.  I became the mascot of the floor. I was told that throughout this process, watching all that I went through, I was always pleasant with them. I never forgot to say "please" or "thank you" and they appreciated it.  I'll miss my friends that I made at the hospital and will always be grateful for their care.

Now, I have to finish my recovery and have all the stitches removed. It will probably be another 2-3 weeks before I am able to walk on my foot.  Here's to a non-eventful recovery.

1 World Trade Center

For the past year, I've been commuting to New York City to work at 7 World Trade Center. This is located right across the street from the new 1 World Trade Center, also known as the Freedom Tower. Since I've been there, I've watched the construction workers from my window. They walk around the steel beams without fear, they're out there when it's cold and rainy, and most of all, I've never seen the work stop. Often times, I need to be in the office for a 7 a.m. meeting and I will find the area filled with construction workers. When I leave the office late at night, I see them working. The site is consistently busy 24 hours a day. The sounds of daily construction is normal background noise for me.

The transformation of the area is mind boggling. I've witnessed the construction of the Memorial Pool, the 9/11 Memorial Museum and have watched the trees go into Memorial Plaza. Changes are made on a daily basis and it never ceases to amaze me how quickly it happens. Security is always present and you often find pockets of tourists or even jaded New Yorkers, who stop at a corner and look up to see the changes that have taken place. I remember where I was on Tuesday, September 11, 2001. I was in my office at Paul Hastings in Stamford, CT when the plane hit the first tower. I was supposed to be heading into the city for a meeting in New York at 1 World Trade Center. I had planned to drive into the city after dropping Matthew off at daycare and run some errands before my 11 a.m. meeting. I realized after I dropped Matthew off that I didn't have a file for the meeting. That was unlike me. As a result, I had to drive back to my office to pick up my file. If it were not for that, I don't know if I would be here today.

Everything that day is still burned into my memory. I remember hearing the commotion outside my office about a plane hitting a building. I opened my office door and my assistant was surprised to see me in the office. She knew I was supposed to be in New York. We ran over to the conference room and watched in horror as smoke billowed out of the tower. We were all transfixed and couldn't believe what had happened when we watched the second plane hit the second tower.

I left the office to get Matthew from daycare and just held him tight. We were on our way home when I decided to take Matthew over to Dairy Queen for an ice cream. He was 4 years old and sitting on the bench, carefree, swinging his legs and enjoying his ice cream. He didn't understand the reason for the special treat. Everything were eerily quiet. No cars, no sound, no planes overhead. Everything came to a standstill that morning.

The destruction has transformed the city and has forever changed the skyline. What it didn't do was kill the spirit of New York. If anything, it has fortified it. Lower Manhattan was once a desolate place, is now filled with new construction and life. There are lots of young kids and families in the area and it's got the real feel of a neighborhood. Often when I run out to pick up lunch, I will often see little kids playing in the park and hear the happy sounds from the playground.

We will never forget the tragedy of that day. The amazing tribute at Memorial Plaza will serve to honor each of the lives lost.

Pasta Lesson

I spent some quality time with May and the kids today. Dinner time was rolling along and we decided to have home made pasta and Joc was just the right instructor. She learned to make it and was very eager to show me how to do it. Good deal since we have a pasta machine and I haven't cracked it open. Matthew's been begging me to make fresh pasta and I just never got around to doing it. Every time I want to do it, I just think it's easier to buy the fresh ready made pasta or just use the dry version. I admit I was a bit intimidated.

Watching Joc mix and knead the dough and then run it through the machine, it really wasn't as hard as I imagined it to be. All the kids pitched in and we boiled a pot of water and sliced up garlic and I mean lots of garlic and threw it into some olive oil. The pasta was done to al dente perfection and we all enjoyed it.

Now I don't have an excuse. I'm guessing that fresh pasta will be making a frequent appearance on the dinner menu at our house.

Freshman

Summer is officially over. Matthew was supposed to start high school on Wednesday, August 31 but experienced a delay due to Hurricane Irene. Most of the town lost power and the schools had to wait to get the power restored. He got an extra two days and believe me, he took advantage of it by sleeping in as much as he could. Today was the official start for him. He went in for high school orientation. The bus came and whisked him away. I have spent the entire summer with him. I was chanting "Free at last!! Free at last!!" then headed to the station to hop the train to NYC. It was time for me to make my appearance at the office after an extended absence during the summer.

He met some old friends from pre-school and will be making new friends. He's getting the hang of the school schedule and familiarizing himself with the layout of the building. He's on to the next phase of his life. College will be here before we know it. He's even talking about which car he wants when he starts to drive. Little does he know, I'll be rigging the car with ejection seats. If anyone is in that car beside Tony and I, out you go. Oh, and of course, there will be a closed circuit camera and it won't be able to go more than 25 mph. If I can just figure out a way to embed a chip into his head so I will know his whereabouts.

Ted's Steamed Cheeseburgers

We decided to take a road trip up to Meriden, CT to experience Ted's Steamed Cheeseburgers. We've seen it featured on various foodie shows like Man vs. Food, the Travel Channel -100 Best Things to Eat, Food Network and even saw little blurbs of write ups in the local paper. What the heck, we were finally getting some beautiful weather and nothing better than a road trip to find our next meal.

Ted's is a place that was established in 1959 and steamed cheeseburgers are a local specialty. The burgers and cheese are cooked in a metal tray that is placed into a metal steamer box. The meat cooks in its owned juices and the cheese gets all gooey. It comes out and is placed on a roll with your choice of condiments. Unlike the Soup Nazi, we were able to order any combination that we wanted. Matthew and I ordered our standard, lettuce, tomato with a slab of raw onion. Tony skipped the lettuce, tomato and raw onion and ordered it with sautéed onions and mushrooms.

Last summer, we took a ride up to Louis' Lunch in New Haven, CT, the birthplace of the original hamburger. Louis' has a more dictatorial style. You can only get it one way and that is absolutely no ketchup and just lettuce, tomato with onion and cheese. Nothing else is offered. You can't even get french fries with that. You will get potato salad. No negotiations.

We liked both and we'll probably have to do this road trip again....just to do another tasting so we can make up our minds.

Whoosh

I can't believe that the summer is drawing to a close. It seems like it was just yesterday that Matthew got out of middle school and graduated. I spent the summer working from home and drove Matthew daily to his volunteer job. He spent most of the summer working at Pipers Hill, his former child care center. He was assigned to work with the two to three year olds and found out first hand, how much work little kids can be. Not to mention, he would come home every day with kiddie snot all over his clothes. Nevertheless, he was a real good egg. Armed with his supply of hand sanitizer, he had a good time with the kids. One of the kids drew a picture of Matthew and it's now hanging in his room. Quite cute.

We also had visitors as well. My sister Sandi and nephew Nicholas came to visit and we had a great reunion. Matthew even took Nicholas to work one day. Kind of like a show and tell display. Tony's cousin Laura and her son, Simone, came to visit from Milan, Italy and we did the usual sight seeing and spent some quality time with them as well.

The weather this summer was hot and humid and then we were hit with a barrage of non-stop rain. Tony and I scheduled some vacation time and did some touristy things as well. We stampeded into New York and set upon exploring Central Park. Something I haven't done in a very long time and Tony and Matthew never really experienced the real beauty of Central Park. We picked a beautiful day, packed up a picnic lunch and wandered all over the place. Starting off at Columbus Circle, we strolled all the way up the West side of the park and then cut over to the East side and exited out through Grand Army Plaza. We strolled down Fifth Avenue, I got to window shop along the way and walked over to Rockefeller Center and then continued down to Times Square. Total mileage clocked that day, 6.75 miles, complete with barking dogs.

Now, the summer is drawing to a close. Labor Day is around the corner, Matthew will be starting high school before the end of the month and I dread thinking about the fall and winter season that will be upon us.

Gourmand

I've made arrangements to work from home most of the summer. I had to be here to keep an eye on Matthew and to drive him back and forth to work. I was lucky that I was able to get this arrangement and am pretty happy with it. That leaves me time to prep dinners. Since I travel to NYC most of the time, dinner preparation has been left to Tony most of the time. Usually we try to do something quick and simple so we wouldn't wind up eating too late. Since I've been home, Tony has been happy to pass the responsibility back to me.

He will often return home from work and will find cornmeal crusted onion rings, Italian pub burgers, pulled pork with home made bbq sauce, double chocolate ganache cupcakes, chicken roasted with fresh herbs and lots of garlic and lots of freshly made banana bread. Today, I decided to make home made pretzels stuffed with cheddar and parmesan cheese topped with sesame seeds, garlic, herbs and kosher salt. I think I've definitely missed my calling as a private chef.

Tony's cousin will be here at the end of the week visiting from Italy. She'll be coming to stay with us and I'll need to come up with a menu for her visit. I don't know if I want to risk trying to make home made pasta for an Italian from Italy. Perhaps I should just feed her Chinese food. Everyone likes Chinese food right?

Sandi's Visit

Sandi and Nicholas came to town to visit. It's been a while since we've seen each other. She's now relocated to North Carolina and due to the constraints of the kids in school, it makes it hard for us to see each other. She came up, May came up with the kids and we had a great dinner at a fabulous restaurant in Downtown Stamford. We celebrated Matthew's graduation and it was great to see the kids chatting with one another...OK- maybe not chatting so much but more like texting. It seems to be the norm these days for Jocelyn and Matthew to be seated next to one another and to be texting. Whatever happened to the art of conversation? Thank goodness for unlimited texting.

We had a great dinner and wandered over to a crepe place after dinner for dessert. The kids each had crepes and were nicely sugared up before we headed home. Sandi and Nicholas will be here for the week and it will be great to spend some time with them. Matthew has started to work his volunteer "job" for the summer. He's volunteering 25 hours a week at Piper's Hill. That's the childcare center that he started with when he was an infant and I was a member of the Board of Directors. I figured it was better to have him there than frying his brains out playing mindless video games. At least he's giving back to the community. This will continue through the whole summer and maybe he'll work some hours once he start high school. Matthew will be taking Nicholas to work with him on Friday and Sandi and I already have plans for the few hours that we will be without kids. That is a luxury that we don't get too often.

Reunion with Amy

Amy (far left in the photo) is a former colleague of Tony's from ATC in Shanghai. They worked together while in Shanghai and we've kept in touch. She has arrived in the United States for business and it was nice to see Amy again. Amy stated that the whole gang at ATC misses the baked goods that I used to send in. I'm now starting to think that I should have started my baking school in Shanghai. Hmmmm.

We had the precursory dim sum and Amy was quite happy to have Chinese food versus Western food. One solid week of Western food and I figured she was ready to scream. Earlier this week, I did send two containers of homemade congee to hold her over and she was thrilled when Tony showed up at the office with them. She's heading up to Boston for some more meetings before she returns to Shanghai at the end of the week. We hope to have another opportunity to see Amy and the rest of our ATC friends sometime in the future. Who knows, maybe I'll head back and start a cooking school to teach the Chinese how to bake.

Graduation

It has been quite a while since I've written anything. Life seems to be going full speed ahead and it never ceases to amaze me when a period of time has passed that I wonder where it has gone. Case in point. Matthew graduated last night from middle school. It was just three years ago this summer that we returned from living in Shanghai. We returned to adjust to life back in the United States and he had to adjust going to a Catholic school without his friends that he made in Shanghai. It was a rough transition year for him, for all of us to tell you the truth. Now, three years has flown by and he is now out of middle school. He will miss his friends since they'll be attending different schools. Matthew will be attending the district school by the house and he's moving along with this passage of his life.

It dawned on me that college is definitely around the corner and not something that I am ready for. I doubt that I will ever really be ready for that since it forces me to face the fact that he is no longer a baby. He is well on his way to adulthood and there is nothing that I can do to stop it. The braces may be coming off before he starts high school, he'll be getting his drivers permit to learn to drive in a few short years. The voice has definitely changed, he's getting taller slowly. Sometimes when I call home and he answers the phone, it jolts me to hear his voice so deep. He sounds like his father over the phone and it can be a bit confusing. Matthew is on a journey to adulthood that he's anxious to get to quickly, but I am not ready to let him grow up yet. I keep telling him to enjoy this time since you have a lifetime to be an adult. A lifetime of responsibility. Then again, I wanted to grow up quickly and now wished that I can be his age, carefree. Sigh.

Chinese Speech

About two months ago, Matthew was given an assignment in Chinese school. He had to write a speech about his journey in learning to speak Chinese. Easier said than done. The assignment sat on the kitchen table for about two weeks before he even drafted the speech. I had to help him translate some of the words and then convert the speech into pinyin and write out the traditional Chinese characters. He handed the speech in and the teacher modified it a bit and sent it back.

Today was presentation day. All the upperclass had to present their speeches to a panel of judges. OK, he wasn't expecting judges. He thought he just had to read it out loud and then take a bow. He was a good sport. He did recite his speech, though not from memory. All the kids did well today. The speeches are something to help them get comfortable with public speaking in Chinese. Hopefully this will give him more confidence and he'll do it more often.

iPad Happiness

Daily inquiries about whether I've received an email from Apple notifying me of the iPad shipment. Nope. Sometimes you can hear the frustration in his voice when I tell him no. Then suddenly, an email appeared and came a tracking number. After a month of anticipation, Matthew was chomping at the bit to get his iPad. Happy days. The tracking number indicated that it was on the truck to be delivered in Stamford. Finally, the FedEx truck was in the driveway and the package was finally here.

The FedEx driver needed a signature. I signed for it and then told the FedEx guy that I was going to shout out that the package was lost. He asked me not to do that since he knew that would entail a very unhappy person and would probably get him hurt. Just kidding I said. I closed the door and told Matthew that it was a false alarm. The package was for me. A pair of shoes. I know. I just needed to torture him one last time.

He got a hold of the package and was giddy with joy. He opened up the package carefully and finally freed the iPad2 from it's packaging. He promptly set it up and hasn't been without it since then.

Thanks to all who made that moment possible for him. It is a birthday gift that he will cherish for a very long time and will never forget this birthday....ever.

Birthday Celebrations

Another year has gone by and Matthew is now 14 years old. He'll be starting high school in the fall and it never ceases to blow my mind how quickly time has passed. As usual, he had the celebratory dinners to fete his birthday. He had a goal to save up enough money to purchase the iPad2. He was very lucky. He was able to attain his goal due to the generosity of all our loved ones. He was able to order the iPad2 and will now have to wait about 4-6 weeks before delivery.

We had our first celebration with May and the kids, the second celebration with Tony and Gus and the third celebration with Justin. It's an annual ritual to celebrate with Justin since Justin and Matthew entered the world together as cousins and friends as well.It's weird not celebrating with Justin and it's something that Matthew looks forward to. They are going through the same rites of passage together and have common interests. Hard to believe that they will be starting high school this fall and will both be off to college at the same time. Time has passed too quickly and it makes me realize how much older I have gotten. Sigh.

Brutual

I returned home from Budapest only to have to turn around and head down to Atlanta, GA for a week filled with meetings. I got a lot done while I was there. Bonding with colleagues, met with vendors and am pleased to say that I fulfilled a lot of my goals.
While I was there, Tony's father was still in the hospital and waiting to get the date and time for his triple bypass surgery. He was still being treated for sepsis and was getting tired of being at the hospital. Can't say that I blame him. I would have probably been climbing the walls myself if I had been there for that long.

We got the word that the surgery was going to be on Friday morning at 7:30 a.m. I was scheduled to return home on Friday afternoon. My boss insisted that I leave on Thursday evening and return home to be with my family. Pulled some strings and got me on a flight out of Atlanta scheduled at 7:40 p.m. Thursday evening. I was supposed to land in LaGuardia in New York at 10:15 p.m. That would be great. It would allow me to get home and be there in the morning so Tony could leave for the hospital and I would be there for Matthew. Mother Nature on the other hand, had other plans. It was pouring rain all day in New York with high winds. Atlanta had a funky weather day as well. Clouds then breaks of sunshine. I got to the airport, dropped off the car, went through security and decided just hang out by the gate. Then the announcement. Due to high winds, the flights to and from New York have been grounded. WTF*(_!!*$)#(*.....does this mean I am sleeping in the airport? I gave up my hotel room.....uh oh.

Miraculously, my flight was called at 9 p.m. and then we were on our way. Landed at LaGuardia around midnight, waited for my luggage and was greeted by 65 mph winds, driving rain and just sheer flooding. My car had to take a diversion and go up I95 for me to get home. All the parkways leading to the house were all shut down. I rolled into the house around 2:30 a.m. Long day at work topped by long travels to get home but at least I was finally home.

Tony headed down to the hospital first thing Friday and was diverted all over the place. We still had rains and the roads were flooded. He got to to the hospital. My father in laws surgery was a success. He had one artery replaced and the surgeons were able to get the artery from the chest versus the leg. Unfortunately, the surgeons had to go through the top of the chest to do the surgery instead of the side as we had hoped.

He's doing well and will have a long recovery ahead of him. I'm planning to stay put for a couple of weeks before I have to take off again.

Heading Home

Day Two of the conference consisted of intense workshops that took up the entire day and I was feeling it. I was up late on Monday night working on the proxy, getting little sleep and then had to be downstair. It was painful. I looked around and all my colleagues were feeling it. After the conference, we had dinner at a local Italian restaurant and rolled back to the hotel at 11 p.m. Of course, I was up late again until 2:30 a.m. working on changes to the proxy statement.

Today was Day Three and the end of our conference. Thank goodness, it was relatively light. We finished up and stampeded out of the hotel for a guided tour of Budapest. Mind you, we had to work on this tour. Throughout the conference, we had designated seats. We were rotated and had to sit with different people for meals and at the conference workshops. I understood the reason was to have you get to know your colleagues and meet everyone. It reminded me of being at a wedding. You didn't know who you were going to get and you weren't allowed to switch seats. To do so, you got called out and then chastised. Ouch.

For the tour, we were put into groups and we had to search for clues throughout the city. Sort of a Survivor game against all the teams. It was cold and it was windy. Two of the teams dropped out. My team and I finished everything. It was nice to see the city during the day, we did a lot of walking and we even took the train. I wished we had more time to explore the city. Part of the assignment, we had to learn a nursery rhyme and repeat it in Hungarian and recite it to all our colleagues. OK- we all learned what we needed to learn and was constantly repeating it under our breaths. The locals thought we were insane.

Afterwards, we had our farewell dinner to close out the conference at Spoons,a floating restaurant. My team and I were able to repeat the nursery rhyme in Hungarian. We did OK. Twenty seconds after it was over, I couldn't recite it even if you paid me. My colleagues and I have spent an awful lot of time together the last few days and we have definitely bonded. Three intense days locked in a conference room, team building exercises and three meals together...you either have to accept the fact that you have to like them or throw in the towel. Luckily, I like them all and we had a great time tonight at our farewell dinner.

So, I have decided not to sleep since I will be leaving for the airport in about an hour. I packed my bags and decided to take a last look at the proxy and sit by the window and watch the snowfall. It is quite pretty to see the snow blanketing Budapest. My last image of the town before I head out. I figure when I get on the plane, I'm probably going to pass out. It will be nice to be home in time for dinner tomorrow and spend some time with the boys. I'll be packing up and leaving again on Monday...this time for Atlanta.