Saturday, October 10, 2009

The Alzheimer is Progressing

One of the things I have enjoyed the most of my relationship with my Mom are the conversations. But I have noticed a steady decline in them. Not more than two years ago, I could converse with mom clearly for at an hour, talking about my school work, my art work which she always called my hobby, though I told her it was work, hard work. Invariably our conversations went on a side trip to Naranjito where she would recall her significant stories. Stories that reflected her joyful exuberant nature which always gave me delight, because we are alike. Her stories of running up the hill, washing the dishes, the tobacco barn or rancho, dusty and laced with tobacco leaves hanging down in several layers, her debates with "los puntos" or markers between her minuscule piece of land and Titi Juanita's little piece of land. She would also tell of her odyssey of getting a better education, which her father favored her with to the dismay of some of her sisters who lamented not being able to get their father's help. The chicken business her father managed for her as she went to Bayamon to study "comercio" and short hand. That curvy language, which is a secret code to many and with which she continues to recall even to this day. There are many more stories of la jagua, los novios or boy friends, the devil disguised as a young man at a dance, and the riddles and laughter. Conversations that could easily last an hour. Talk is not cheap when it comes to cellphones, so at times I had to monitor our calls, but no more. Mami is not having long conversations any more. She gets tired of holding the phone up to her ear and staying alert. Today our conversation lasted four minutes and ten seconds. No need to cut the call short. She blessed me twice. I love you, Mom.

But I hate Alzheimer's.

Pneumonia is a bummer

Sometimes we just don't understand things. This weekend was going to be my Folly Beach weekend, but a nasty persistent dry cough managed to get my attention and stop me in my tracks. God's delays do not mean God's denial. So here I am basking in a quiet Saturday weekend in Orlando immersed in laundry, dishes, and two of three scrapbooking books that I ordered on Amazon. One is on scrapbooking technically but has to do with what is really page design, one of my weak areas when it comes to creative watercolour and art in general. The design book is The Scrapbook Designer's Workbook: Unlocking the Secrets to Great Page Design by Kari Hansen. I know I will like this one a lot already. It is in a binder format, and the author has made it so friendly and easy to get to know her and what she does. It will be like scrapbooking with a friend. The book is a work of Art!

The next book is an Encyclopedia of Scrapbooking, all 318 pages! Texture, texture, texture. It is also full of different techniques to make a scrapbook come alive. So I am excited about getting my rulers, paper cutters, and snazy color paper out to venture into this creative area which is a precursor to collages, which I am also interested in.

Who's from Mountain View California?

I couldn't help but notice you visiting my site almost every day or several times a week? You probably work with the monetizing, don't you? You must be visiting so you can know which ads to place with the blogs. And you will probably not respond? Just wondering.

Tuesday, October 06, 2009

The Past Meandering Through my Present

When I woke up this morning with the sound of something moving past my window in the wind... don't be disturbed, it will not harm you, it's only me pursuing something I'm not sure of, across my dreams, in nets of wonder, I seek the wild elusive butterfly of love. You might have seen me running past the long abandoned ruins of the dreams I left behind...

Strange how not more than a month ago I put up a post on Elusive Butterfly. It could have been a prediction... I never understood that poem/song as well as I understand it today...

Don't be afraid, it will not harm you. It's only me pursuing something I'm not sure of, across my dreams, in nets of wonder, I seek the wild elusive butterfly of love.

Link to the song Elusive Butterfly

Sunday, October 04, 2009

My Friends are Crafting

My friends are getting ready for Christmas. One was making her banners, another friend of hers was making snow ball with sports team logos or names. Another was making jellies and jams, and I? Well, I haven't made anything yet. I could be like Scrooge and ignore the presents and gifts, but frankly, I know I can make everybody something. Actually, last year I made aprons. Aprons for Christmas and aprons for the birthday parties. This year I have been thinking of several things, including an artistic card or a kitchen mitt. How about hair bands? They are so practical, or maybe soft sleeping covers for your eyes or a tea cozy? Imagine a tea cozy with someone favorite team's name on it. Well that is not like me, but maybe the person's initials or name on it. Umm. It may just work. Got to go and get crafting....

It is Fall

The Carolinas call me. The Blue Ridge Parkway calls me. I want to go and see the changing of the leaves. Smell the crisp mountain air and take it all in.

It's the orange time of year. The nostalgic time of year. Pumpkin patches, earth tones splattered on leaves everywhere. Swirling, fluttering, pendulum shifting, falling leaves. I really want to see them this year. I don't want another year to go by and I don't. I know some people take this for granted. For some reason I don't. It's probably because you don't have this show of colors in PR. It's also because I grew up in Virginia and they did. Something is calling me north, and I will go.