goodbye, holiday fal-da-rah
If you want to know where I was for Christmas and the New Year, I was zigzagging to Tennessee, then Florida, then back to Tennessee. Jeff’s family, my family spread out over three weeks. It was like a Florida sandwich between two pieces of Tennessee bread– a good meal, but at times too chewy. And oh, how the digestive juices of my brain were working the entire time, finding new insights into family life– insights brought about by the all-new experience of being a new parent around parents, like the picture-in-picture feature on the oversized television in my in-law’s den.
These insights may never find their way onto paper–or a computer, rather–thanks to the technological failure that dogs me where’ere I go. I guess this is my way of apologizing to all two of the people who read my blog for not posting for so long, and just regretting out loud all the thoughts I had over the holidays that I so wanted to write about, but could not.
We arrived home a week ago to find our server broken; not even the power light would come on. We just got it up and running today. My father-in-law, Tom, kept using the word “fal-da-rah” over the holidays in reference to my mother-in-law’s countless Christmas decorations filling every free space of their home. I had never heard this word but I decided to adopt it into my vocabulary and spell it phonetically. All the holiday fal-da-rah, both literal and figurative, has passed me by and I sit in the middle of an ordinary day in January, with the baby monitor making static next to me and a new server hooked up.