Projects

I cleaned up and organized my workspace. Good sign of things to come. It means I am ready. I am feeling good.

I then propped myself in front of the computer and managed to get 121 words in the past two hours. Not bad. Trying to be gentle with myself here. It would have been more words, but then I deleted every other word. That delete button is just so handy. And my internal editor quick to chop.

Then came the part of silence. Of my brain not working. So I glance around my table and chance upon an open notebook with scribbles of ideas for a children's book. Aha. Why not put that in my slew of projects for 2011? Self-designated projects for which I am both boss and worker. Whip cracker and isolated madwoman.

Hmmm...less than a year left and I have not accomplished anything yet, but seem to be just great at adding to the pile: Two happy barking dog paintings, a novel and a children's book.

K, 5 months, 4 projects and 1 happy baby. The math does not seem to add up. But then again, I've never been good at math.

Four People

Out from my trusty accordion case came out this paper with purple and yellow paint. Brought me way back a long time ago when I intended for this to be a card with images of cats (as the should have been recipient was all about her cats). Obviously, it did not fulfill its original purpose. I only had my black pens handy when I came across this again, and so I decided to make them people instead of cats. For some reason, drawing people was more within my comfort level rather than felines at the time. And so it has come to this image of four people. Not sure yet if this is completely done...I'll let it sit for a while, I suppose...

IF: Journey

Sometimes, all it takes (toward a step to happiness) is simply allowing ourselves to take that journey

IF: Bottled

What if love came in a bottle?

Fridays

I love Fridays. It signals the ending of the week and the beginning of the weekend. Went to a parish neighborhood potluck a while ago and met a few people over dinner of carbs, seafood and dessert (abiding by the Catholic rule of no meat during lenten season Fridays). Our contribution was three packs of the mushroom turnovers from Trader Joe's, that equaled to 36. Later on, when I went back to get our container, there were around 10 left. Not bad, I would say, given that we came in a bit later after dinner had already started.

Late as we were running on baby time (evite said 6:30, we arrived 6:45). Had to feed our little four and a half month old Ava a few minutes before we had planned on leaving. Brought her with us and thank goodness she behaved like an angel despite her shrieking stage. She has just found her voice and had just realized this new sound, which she loves (we hate) and chooses to let out over and over while at home. A lot of times for no reason at all whatsoever, other than to hear what she can do.

It was nice to meet new people, and especially nice to bump into some of the women in my mother's group that was coincidentally having an event at the same time, in a different hall. I am finding that the world seems smaller once you keep meeting more people. I must have met three times more new people from the last two months than this past year, now that I have immersed myself in various groups to keep my sanity as a stay at home mom (argh did I just use the word "more" in succession? - sorry, writing this at one in the morning when the rest of the household is asleep).

After the dinner event, our next stop was at a soccer field for my husband's Friday night game. They won, which is always good. But what I look forward to most when we go to his games was what happens next after, which is going to a place to grab food and drinks. Just hanging out with good company. I think this was Ava's 2nd or 3rd soccer game as spectator. My husband just can't wait until she is old enough to play. As he would say "We are grooming for the next generation (of players)".

It was a very good and full night. Gotta love Fridays.

IF: Duet

The melodic sound of crying twins

Illustration Friday: Deja Vu

I once came across a documentary film about the idea of a parallel universe --- I'm pretty sure it is a film and not an idea gained from watching Big Bang Theory (although it can very well be brought up in an episode). But it led me thinking about a possible connection between this idea and of deja vu?

I have not really done any research on either. And the idea of reincarnation if at all possible, seems closer of a tie to the weird "this has happened before" state of being. And a more scientific approach regarding those parts of the brain that houses memory functions probably would provide a better explanation than the parallel universe angle. However, it still got me thinking.

If I remember correctly, the documentary film posits that the world is so vast that to conclude that there is only one universe is limited thinking. I am a bit vague on the details, but I remember the film portraying the idea of somebody's life being different in another universe. And I remember asking myself how can I possibly exist in another universe (the film may have answered this question, though the answer now escapes me). It is this particular idea that I can exist in another universe, makes me think then than possibly there may be an overlap of some sort happening between events in this universe and on the other? That there is some sort of a connection? And thus the deja vu?

Ah just thinking out loud here... But one cannot deny just how weird that feeling is of having a deja vu. Like a fluke in the universe has just happened.

Illustration Friday: Resolutions

While it is easy to make a resolution, it is harder to keep them. But that is what the whole year is for. You have 365 days in a year to move from point A to your goal of point B. Good luck to us.