A note from Little Miss Head in the Clouds

I am home sick with the Flu. I partied too hard on Thursday night and pushed a slight cold in over drive. So my dad phoned me and joked that my private physician was coming into town to beat me up. Mom cancelled her plans. She made me a vat of chicken soup. Dad brought tissues, anti-biotics and hugs.  Something always happens when I get together with my folks and we eat dinner: Dad tells me stories. He has so many. In fact I can honestly say with no bitterness that my dad has led a way more fascinating life than I have. Things happened to him a long the way and he genuinely believes that when certain things had no logic to them that it was because some ancestor prayed in heaven to bring him his fortune. (Yes there is a heaven in Judaism as much as I joke that there is not)  I thought that was kind of funny. I honestly believe that I could write verbatim the story of his life and win a pulitzer. But I guess that wouldn't be mine.

Although there are things that I don't have right now in my life that I would like, there are things that I was born with that balance it out a lot. My parents are truly in love and are best friends. It never stops being amusing or inspiring and it always raises the bar for what I want.  This night's evening of story telling came out of my dad telling me how he spoke to a bunch of high school students. My mom arranged this talk because she works a lot with high schoolers trying to inspire them to become science majors in college. If they agree they get to go to schol often for free and they get mentorship. He told them how he became a doctor. I guess she thought that his sort of poor beginnings, his brooklyn roots and the anomaiies in his past would inspire them- and it did!   He told them a personal story- and surprisingly there were actual parts of the story that I had not heard before.

I won't go into the stories because well- they're my inheritance ( and my sister's of course) but I will say that I have always been brought up to believe that I am not just a life on this earth but a piece of a history - a collective legacy. I am a gift to my family. Even the relatives that I don't like- and they a gift to me.  I am a life lived that did not die as some of my ancestors did before and thats pretty special. I have been so whiny  and blue, and now sick but this night uplifted me because I remembered that it is my duty to live life well- it's a family tradition!!!! Try harder- live purer, see more that it there in front of my eyes.

Grazzia Per tutti mamma e papa - ti voglio bene!!

Speaking of family I must write of one more cute thing! Last night I went over to the house of my evil red headed step sister- Humdrum Moishela!  There, my old buddies and I chased a mouse, gorged on Pizza and made fun of Tomtom- good times good times. Then after T2 and Jflo left,  Mogwai and I ( I have 103 names for her) had unwittingly fallen into French lessons. She had these Mr and little Miss Books in French!!!!:

I had been talking to her about how I wanted to take French lessons once a week for cheap. We discussed various options and I joked that I would gladly pay her the 25 an hour.  Then I started to read out loud the books and translate. She was stern and corrected my pronunciation a long the way- she has perfect French diction! I really did learn and  I really did enjoy learning through the Mister Happy books. In fact at one point we stopped and discussed briefly in French why certain things were pronounced in a certain way and I learned Grammar!!!!!!!!! I told her that we should meet for tea and read French Mr Happy books once a week- she said yes but she might just be teasing!  oh well Bella still loves you Moishe- even if I am NOT represented in your favorite pics folder on your blog hmmmmmph!! But then again no one else got French lessons.

BTW- the book we read was Little Miss Head in the Air= Madamoiselle Tete en L'Air.  I kept calling her Little Miss Head in the Clouds. I highly recomend these if you are looking to learn.