A zillion years ago when I was married for the first time, my husband at the time told me that I was dangerous because I would go all the way into something headlong without caution. He likened me to a Jim Jones groupie and frankly, it gave me pause. Well not really. Nothing gave me pause, I plunged headlong into everything after that and here I am. But I digress, here is why yoga saved…
Tin is becoming a music maniac – he gets up and wants to play his boombox and I credit my friend in Boston for sending him Blue Moo that took the kid out of kid music and got him grooving on some pretty cool stuff. So now with his drumsticks and drum from Jazz Fest, and his flute, recorder and trumpet, he is like a one act show. T took him over to Marc’s house…
Our nanny is out sick so we’ve been having a lot more Tin time than usual and I must admit it’s great. I told a colleague that if I had another life to live I’d be a stay at home mom for the first few years. Last night while T was teaching, Tin and I were having dinner and he was taking his time working through his green beans and saying yum every step of…
This Sunday marks the annual Poboy Festival on Oak Street and Carrollton – the festival says it is dedicated to the preservation of the poboy – should we be worried? I mean how could a poboy go away? It’s like eating a duraflame log but there is nothing more delicious than a shrimp or catfish poboy, or depending on where a roast beef poboy with gravy dripping down your forearms, or perhaps a old time…
November 09, 2010 Taurus (4/20-5/20) Reach out to coworkers or fellow students and ask them for their thoughts on your current situation. They’ll be flattered you asked, and they’ll be prepared with answers. You’ve got a good idea about what to do next, but it will be helpful to get confirmation. Once you do, your stress level will drop and your energy will be free to focus on getting the job done. Look for a huge…
There is so much going on in my life right now that is impossible to jot down in a blog but suffice to say you are seeing the strains in the tone of my blog as of the last few weeks. More will be revealed is all I can say. For right now, I’ve been gorging on other people’s writings and thinkings about complex issues and one blog in particular that I would highly recommend…
Feeling Sorry for Myself While Standing Before the Stegosaurus at the Natural History Museum in London Oh yes my friend, I’ve been there: the insects battering at the armored lids of your yellowish eyes the moment you pecked your way out of that rotten shell and dug out from your sandpit nest … And I’ve experienced the thud thud thud of your days, the indigestible monotony of everything’s spiny orangy-green husk. How the sun gets…
I went for a very long walk on the beach early in the morning with the dogs – a last scamper for them and another journey into my thoughts for me. For one thing, I found out those fish on the shore are redfish and they are being left there by fishermen who take their big hunk of filet and leave the carcass behind – seems pretty savage to me. And the jellies washed ashore…
One day several years ago a friend took a photograph of Tatjana and I and we looked so ridiculous that we called ourselves the Shmooko Family. Since Tin came to join us, he seems to have some of those Shmooko characteristics, so he is now a bonafide Shmooko. He loves to put Ele the Elephant on his head as well as other toys – we don’t know why but he does look like a Shmooko…
Knowing we were leaving the beach the next day brought on that old familiar sleepless night – it’s restless mind syndrome and I want to make it stop. T and I had had a good soulful talk the night before about how to deal with this avalanche that I feel all around me starting with the smallest detail to the largest one. It’s like my mind welcomes the changes around me but emotionally I’m blocked…