You all know my obsession with getting into cardboard boxes. I think it’s time to share my passion with the world at large. Join me at my Flickr group, People in a Box, where we celebrate people of all ages, shapes, sizes and species (because some of us think our pets are people too) getting inside a really big box. I also added some random pictures I took around my house on my Flickr album as well, so go check that out too. Okeedokey? And here’s an interesting view of Downtown LA the other day. Please excuse my giant finger…...
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The loss of my mother, although hurts like hell (as the whole emotional tsunami crashed in on me yesterday), doesn’t hold a candle up to the 9-11 and post-9-11 loss. So, one day of break from my emo phase to remember lives lost on this tragic day. And many more lives lost as the aftermath of that....
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I was up at 6:30 a.m. this morning. Jet lag is getting better! I did end up getting to work at 6 a.m. on Thursday morning. LOL. I drove in and left promptly at 3 p.m. and miraculously got home without killing myself. I did steal a solid hour of nap later in the afternoon though. How solid? I started the nap laying on the couch. When Brandon came in to wake me up, I was sitting and I had no idea how I got there. Yeah…interesting, isn’t it? But a sleepy Thursday worked out to my advantage as I...
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See time stamp. Been up an hour before this. And if I’m still up the next hour, I’m just going to drive in to work. Ack....
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It’s good to be back. And yet, it’s so strange. My body thinks it’s almost midnight. Obviously, the sun’s up. All is quiet but the hums of the multiple fans in the house. No city noises. Although I am already missing the morning doves and the sound of the bottle man sing-songy, “Sell your bottles!” (Kuad ma kai!) Everyday, you’ll hear the bottle man, pedaling his cart down every nooks and crannies of our street, yelling for customers to come out and sell their empty bottles the same way his professions have done for longer than I have lived. It’s...
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Getting ready to leave the house for the airport now. We’re waiting on my brother. Let me just say that I have never gotten choked up leaving the house before. And here I am, teary-eyed just thinking about it. It seems the past few years, the house has never been the same. Mom was sick back then. The change was the fact that we didn’t have her out and about with us much. Then mom got sicker, but she was still able to converse a bit. The last time, the house once again went empty with a little bit of...
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