Monday, September 2

woke up late today. it was nice to sleep in for once, esp since i couldn't move. my entire body was sore, and rebellious. it is the price to pay for basketball, one amongst many. i still pay it, and will continue to pay it, gladly.

went to parent's store. tickles me every time how they've established a small community there. there are regulars that come all the time. people will come up to my mom, yapping away about the weather, politics, what's going on in their lives, etc. my mom can take their order, understands the monologue on weather, but after that, she has no idea what they are saying. she'll just smile and nod her head, going, "hehehe." "ooOOooo..." "hehehe."

encouraged by such a happy and attentive listener, the customer will continue to talk away. so happy with their own voice that they don't realize that mom has no idea what they are saying.

i just do my giggling thing in the corner.

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came "home" to NJ with my parents. pulled some weeds and did some gardening. felt good to do something so domestic, so suburban, without something hanging over my head. i can easily understand why monks gardened back in the day. it's great to have your mind go blank for a while. i think this is one of the reasons why i like washing dishes. there is a tangible task in front of me, and i can sing praise songs, think, or just allow my mind to go blank.

though somewhat tired, my mom prepared a feast. jokingly, my dad said that she didn't do as much for his birthday. mom can definitely cook up a storm. i'm stuffed.

good convo, good rest. i needed this day.

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*rain*
my dad had a roofing/painting company back in LA. i used to hate rain: inevitably, it meant a lot of calls to our home, since the business was run from home. (this is also probably the main reason that i HATE using phones. i think the ringing of a phone is one of the most irritating things in the world. if not for the practical purpose of getting in touch with people or being available to be reached, i think i would do away with it altogether.)

since moving to the east coast, away from phone calls that flood the tranquility of home during rainy days, and since my dad has sold that business, i am learning to love rain. i love the sound, the pitter patter. i love the way it strikes the windows panes. i love how it relieves the air of the humidity that bothers me so. the days after are so clear and bright. it's as though the entire city has gotten a huge shower.

i also love reading indoors, in the comfort of my bed or snuggled up in a chair, while it's raining outside. makes me appreciate what i have.


yakob at 10:38 PM

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