The thing about this Sunday is when I have pulled out my favorite blue swing dress because I have nothing to wear for church, I found out that there are two giant blobs of bleach stains in the front (therefore making it a no-go), and this is AFTER I had a grueling Friday-Saturday of doing the family’s laundry (and was pretty darn good at it). Aling Che dropped by this Saturday, out of concern that we didn’t have things to wear next week, but I did it for her and sent her home so she could rest. I would not forget that her son, Leo, has passed and she has spent her All Saints’ Day in the cemetery in his memory.
I’m in my third week of No Phone. THIRD. WEEK. I’ve missed family news and emails and taking photos and just holding a big bar of electronic almost every other five minutes. My hands have been more preoccupied with the tiny, old iPod where I’d read old books, and it did me wonders, but now, I’m going to need my old life back and this coming week, I’m hoping someone can fix Goldie. Because I’m not ready to buy anything new yet.
Meanwhile, onto the good news. There’s only Evo and Ian who practiced tofay but PLEASE, can somebody tell them how amazing they are? They just started a couple of months ago and they. Are. Killing it. Of course, we still need to practice better hearing and the philosophies of Getting the Right Tempo, but boy, am I so, so, so so proud.
Um, so, yeah. Today, the big chiffon shirt that used to hung loosely on my body was a bit tighter. This, me widening, is nothing like I ever imagined, and one big reason I added four inches to my waistline is because 1.) Too much rice and 2.) Period coming but STILL. I. Have gotten. Fatter.
Alright, I’m hanging up. Good night, and may Monday’s odds be on your favor. x