The American Way

We have been treading water lately. There is so much going on and so little time to do it all in, but that is always how the story of life seems to go. 

We have a lot of swirling changes and we seem to find ourselves exiting and entering perpetually revolving doors, but again, such is the spice of life, or so "they" say. Who "they" are, I have not figured out as of yet, but don't worry. When I do find out, I will definitely let everyone in on the little secret. 

We have a new addition, two of them, actually. No, there are no wee ones incubating. We have treated ourselves to a new media cabinet and a new fifty inch television. It really was past due. For our entire life together, my husband and I, and now our family have had the same television that I had gotten for my college dorm room. We affectionally referred to it as "the Euro t.v." as it was petite and not fashionably new and super-sized as most American things tend to be. Goodbye, our teeny tiny t.v. You have served us well! Sometime between now and Friday (Isn't that always the way when things are being delivered?), our new television shall arrive and be settled in to serve us in our entertainment ventures upon our new media stand that we rushed out to purchase and had strapped to the roof of Frank the Tank just as it started to rain. As we drove out of the parking lot with the rhythmic thumping of a stray cord flapping on the roof along with the tapping of the rain, I couldn't help but mention to my husband that perhaps he should double check his tie job as I could just envision us standing on the side of the highway with a brand new piece of obliterated furniture being driven over in the rain by trucks on Route 95. I have a very vivid imagination and can be slightly paranoid. He gave his assurances and we made it home, furniture in tact in time to set up and see rain delay the opening Red Sox game. It's all fine and dandy to me. Maybe the new t.v. will be here in time for the re-scheduled game tomorrow. My husband deserves it. He works very hard and it's high time he got his new toys. I am sure not upset about seeing Ina up close and personal making her raspberry pavlova. Nor will my daughter be sorry to see Curious George life size. Yes, we all win with this one. 

Here's to super-sizing! It's the American way!