Chronicles of Time

Could that be my Muti? The woman waiting at the end of the United Airlines check out line waving frantically in my direction? The woman with the shrinking face and white hair? Could my Muti have changed more than me in 4 months? Sure enough, it's her and I'm in such shock for not recognizing her, I collapse in tears. Muti comes from hard German stock, straight from Bavaria, escaped the Russian front in '45, tough as an ox and a pillar of corrosive communication, so instead of hugging me she demands to know why "the hell I'm crying?" Ummmm..."Well, Muti...you look so...so different". I try to word it as carefully as I can. "Ah Hell, you think I look OLD, don't you! You think I look like an 80 year old woman? Well thanks alot Sonja!". She repeats my name in a brusque guttural accent. But, but, but Muti...
Yes, life with my family has pretty much returned to normal in less time than it takes to unpack my bags. Yesterday I bid farewell to everyone in San Diego and caught up on the chronicles of time onboard the Red Eye. Hundreds of movies, books, music and opportunities await me in New York and the last of my Christmas list was checked off in Hawaii. This marks the first time in 19 years I've been without a steady job. I've worked all my life, through highschool, college and after graduating. So, what to do with this new found freedom? "Why don't you write a book?" offered the passenger sitting next to me on the flight in. Hmmm...would any of my blog readers like that?, I think to myself. "Sonja, I made you Spatzle and Sourcrout, come hither!" shouts Muti from my across my kitchen stove. Well, it's true that I have enough fodder in my family to keep my readers in disbelief for many chapters to come.