peace out.: April 2012

24.4.12

You know when you´ve hit that point. All the little things make you smile. The extra errand to the store for toilet paper or icecream or whatever it is that was forgotten. But it's not a bother. Sure it could have been easier, but there's something about these little things. The parking lot, the long aisles mostly filled with things never bought, the tabloids in the checkout line. But it's not a bother. It's life.

And when it comes to that. To accepting that an extra trip to the store won't kill you. It might be the trip when you finally decide to buy greek yogurt or the expensive cheese and life from that moment on will never be the same. Such small things can step by step change the course of a life. Okay, fine. Maybe not.

So I confess, I miss that. Well sort of. I hate parking lots (there is really no word strong enough in the English language to express that). I hate lines (a lesser hate). But there's a familiarity about it. You just know that the woman in front of you will have about a thousand coupons (half of which will be expired) and you standing there with one item and billion other things to do. You just feel it in your gut. Because that's how it always is. But you can anticipate it. You know the store. You have known it for years.

While a year is enough time to get used to things, it's not enough to feel used to it. Sure, I know where to get the freshest bag of potato chips, where the nail polish is cheapest, where not to buy anything. The owners know me. But it's not the same.

I know what you're thinking. 'She's gone over the deep end'. Let's just say that I had a life changing moment as I stood over an egg that was falling in slow motion and watched it break onto the floor (and yes I tried to quickly transfer it to a pan without the yolk slipping out) before I sat down on the floor in a house somewhere in the mountains of Guatemala and cried.

Eventually I pulled myself together. Threw the remains in the compost pile, grabbed a coat and went to the store.

These are the little things that make my life mine. The little dissappointments. The yellow guts of an egg to remind me that you can't win every battle. And that sometimes, the extra errand isn't the end. It's not a bother. It's life.

10.4.12

Georgiana

Hi G,

So funny thing, as it turns out, your name is in fact, not Georgiana. And one day when you read this you'll probably be thinking 'thank god'. But you see, we've been waiting for you for a while. Ummmm... like about 9 months. And your name was a conversation topic all of that time. And all of a sudden, you're here. And the world is a better place because you're a part of it.

So I wrote you a little lullaby. I hate that I'm not there to sing it to you in person but I want you to know that I love you and that you're going to be great. And I have a feeling, given your cool name (which is still a secret to the rest of the family), we are going to share a love for the divine (that is Bob Dylan)...

Dream your dreams

and dream them big

watch them fall

and see you'll live

through it all

Oh Georgiana

Fall asleep if you wanna

cuz I'll be thinking of ya

Oh Georgiana

7.4.12

Feliz Semana Santa! I'm what we would call, staycationing, here in Almolonga and having lovely week full of food, processions and lounging in bed with Pia and Che...