“Not with a bang, but with a whimper.” The whimper is my reaction to trying to figure out what I am doing wrong with one of my settings that is causing a problem on this page.
I was talking with my mami last night and thinking about arroz con pollo as she spoke of my going down to Miami soon to visit her. This while I have a version of humnus (Arabic chick pea paste) in my refrigerator and prosphora bread frozen in my freezer. I then went on Facebook to keep up with my relatives, which include our blonde-haired and blue-eyed grandkids. Our grandaughter takes dancing classes, while our grandson concentrates on destroying action figures. In Miami I may visit my Arabic priest friend. I thought, “This is much better than My Big Fat Greek Wedding. Sometimes, it is even as funny.
In the midst of it all, I can hear my wife, of the Gaelic maiden name, rousting around the kitchen making herself breakfast and coffee. When I was 9 years old and living in Cuba, I would have never predicted my life would turn out this way. Insh’allah — Dios mediante — as God wills.