Monday..the Weekend is Over..

Yup, it is Monday and I am not ready yet.  I have yet to clean the kitchen and put away laundry.  Take note laundry,  the machine conked out on me, that I had to rewash 2 loads.  Hmm, that is too much details.

Anyway, that was so many moons ago, I have since then moved to a 1920′s brick building with moldings and crystal door knobs and drawer pulls. So much closet space but no bedroom ha ha, I was trying to be green. Whew, that was a lot of work, I have installed shelving, bore enough holes on the walls enough for it to crumble.  It was a great place, I had given up some furniture, replaced the sound system as the old one was so boomy, my mistake, I should have sprung for a Bose unit.

This itty bitty unit has a walk in closet too, so i installed a hanger bar and an extra shelf and, 2 smaller one to hold the “products.”  There is a closet for the jackets and purses, one for shoes, and one for the mounting kitchen gadgets. You can tell I am really glad that I moved, it is just so much fun with the way things are organized or the lack of it to do my work.

Of Decorums (or is it decora) and Proper Etiquette

What is the protocol? Yes,  there is often that question, I was reminded about that watching the reruns of Commander in Chief there was an episode when the presidents of the US and Russia were about the dance, the minions of the US President pulled her aside and told her  there is no protocol  for such an action,  it has never been done. However, communications were established and agreements were made during that dance. I agree it is only fictional but sometimes sticking to protocol may be a bad thing.

In a get together (gtg) with friends at my place, conversation led to eating etiquette, where flatware should be, etc., it dawned on me, are those really necessary. While we have to conform to the rules of civilized human beings, stressing it to the point that it ruins the moment ruins protocol the very thing that we want to conform too.. How ironic.

Sometimes, when we enjoyed being with someone or doing something, we tend to do it again hoping to capture the moment one more time. Sadly, the desired effect does not materialize, why do you think? Maybe the spontaneity is gone, that it becomes forced therefore the results are manufactured. I was friendly with a few folks once, I thought they were smart, confident, different, blah, it’s the same cookie cutter, insecure, trying to cover up their perceived imperfections. Doesn’t make it fun, because then actions are measured words tentative awaiting a reaction. Versus my lack of boundary, always wanting to elicit a response, a commitment to an idea, an opinion no matter how far-fetched is always appreciated rather than a silence that I can’t interpret.

whoa..those earthquakes in Cali

There is something about my birth month this year, crazy weather, bowling must be a fun activity upstairs, we are experiencing earthquakes in different intensities.  People are not just complaining, they are ranting, protesting, making their voices heard. Heard of occupied Oakland, started by occupied Wall Street? There are major cities participating.  This is so reminiscent of the Civil Disobedience during martial rule in the Philippines. Who stole the cheese anyway? What is it, is it the glaring poverty or the discontent? The greed or the desire to make our lives better.

Oftentimes it is not the material things that matter it is the inner peace that comes from contentment. I know, i know, someone will tell me, there is contentment if there is food on the table, clothes on our backs, and roof over our heads.  I don’t have an answer to that, why some folks are so challenged, maybe Lordy is trying to remind them something.

There are people who emphasizes our lack, lack of commonality,  creating a mal/discontent in our hearts and there are the ones who complements our existence that makes us better people.

These earthquakes are shaking my world he he.. did I tell you that I celebrated my 53rd birthday? My 50th I didn’t even bothered, I asked dear friends to donate to the Leukemia/Lymphoma Society.

I didn’t feel justified in making a big deal of it, besides I was fresh from learning about humility .  So three years and several weeks to the day, I decided to have a little get together, I cooked up a storm, friends came.  The friends that I was hoping will come did.  See, there is a subculture here in California that invitees don’t confirm if they are attending, those who do don’t show up anyway.. ha ha..

Didn’t have a chance to take pictures, my place has several vases of fresh flowers, wow.. it’s amazing what flowers can do to a place. I had to rearrange the furnitures a little bit.

So, I would like to thank everyone who made my life as complete as it is now. I know you are a gift from Lordy, as you bring me joy.