Tag: #love

November 26, 2018: Sunday in North Jersey

Yesterday was a rare trip up to northern New Jersey on a Sunday. I went to get my hair color done, and a trim. The hairdresser asked if I wanted it shorter…which I never do, but they need to ask anyway. I always love how the end result comes out. In these past few months, I’ve only been using heat on my hair whenever I go to the hairdresser. All the other times in between I let it dry naturally. I only get my hair done once every few weeks, so it’s fine. I love having the straight hair look once again, if only for a couple days.

After the appointment, Andy and I had lunch in Hawthorne, then drove around the area. During my youth, my family would go shopping in Hawthorne. It was fun to reflect on the places I used to go to, and what places were no longer there. Being up in North Jersey always accompanies a twinge of wistfulness. A part of me always wishes that I lived closer to the northern area. For now, I cherish these times that we travel to the north NJ area.

November 23, 2018: Thanksgiving in Paterson

Today Andy and I are getting ready to head to a Star Wars production down the shore. We’re going to watch A New Hope, with an orchestra playing the music throughout the entire film. I love the first Star Wars trilogy, so it should be a fun time experiencing the movie with an orchestra. It beats heading to the mall. Malls get insane on Black Friday!

Thanksgiving in Paterson was very entertaining. My niece Ana has really come into her own. School has benefitted her in speaking her mind, and she’s certainly the ‘leader’ among her cousins and friends! The most adorable thing I noticed is that all of the girls at the house had the same curly hairstyle. I thought it was wonderful that their moms embraced their natural hair, and they’re all wearing it proudly! I’m much more relaxed about hair, especially since I know how to care for my wavy hair more easily.

It was great seeing my grandparents as well. My grandfather has not been feeling his best these past few months, so it’s been such a gift to spend time with him. He will be 90 next year. Most of the time he says ‘I’m waiting for ‘the trip’ right now’, with regards to his health. It’s hard for us to hear him speak that way, and most of time we wave our hands and say, ‘come on, you still have a lot of life left’. Yet we all know that life always changes. It’s difficult for me to see him not as active as he once was. So I cherish the time we do spend together, especially holiday celebrations.