When I woke up this morning I remembered yesterday morning. Yesterday morning the little window in our bathroom was open- the bathroom in our bedroom. I woke up, actually Everardo woke up to it too, to the sound of this bird, a strong voice, singing away. And as I came into consciousness I could hear all these little birds in the background, it seemed like tons of them. Maybe they were the backup singers....This bird sang so beautifully, and he/she sang on and on. It was barley light outside and it was so comfy to just lay there with my eyes closed and listening...
Last nite was a little windy, not as warm as the nite before and so I didn't open the window- even tho I think I slept with the covers kicked off so I guess I coulda opened that window- I definitely will tonite cause I want to wake up to those birds again. It reminded me of when I first moved to this street called Metz Lane in Petaluma. It was with my ex and the kids. This place was on 2 acres, and so were all the houses around us and behind us, in fact behind us it sort faded away from the town, into rolling hills and country roads with houses getting further and further apart. So we heard birds and birds in the morning..all day. We even had these little birds- swallows- make a nest in our garage, and the came back year after year to the same place. I remember showing the kids first the eggs and then the babies when they first hatched. It was very cool. That was the house with the "twisty" stairs; it had a curved staircase and Drewy always wanted to live in a house with twisty stairs. I think it's her favorite house that we lived in. We lived there 7 years; she became an adult in that house. It was her third house, and the first one had a fairly busy street behind it, and the second was across the street from a high school, so we had birds, but not making nests like on Metz. Anyway waking up to birds is like camping....also reminds me of when we were kids and we had those birds that mad the mud nests under the eaves of the roof. Hmm maybe those are Swallows? Anyway I like waking up to the sound birds.
In Playa Ventura there are lots and lots of birds, flying over the ocean, landing in our yard looking for crumbs...but you couldn't hear them over the sound of the sea. The ocean is loud! When I went there the first time I couldn't get to sleep at nite, or next couple of times either, although maybe by the end of the week I was starting to get some sleep but probly from exhaustion ha ha. It's noisy all the time. When Everardo and I moved there, for a few days it was hard to sleep, but when you're there all the time, the sound becomes so normal that when everything else is quiet, like no tv or music, you think it's quiet....then you go to another place, more inland, and if you're not in a town or anything, you hear the silence. After a few months it started to bother me- I really wanted some silence. The constant roar of the ocean sometimes sounded like people talking; especially when I was sleepy, napping in the hammock or just drifting off at nite.
I love the silence here late at nite. I never knew how much I loved the quiet until I didn't have any...
Today is Sunday, St Patrick's Day. It's really windy but it's also really warm. I know I gotta take Sam to the park or the beach but I am feeling really lazy. I already did the laundry- well at least as much as the clothesline will hold...the rest has to wait a few hours, studied Spanish for a little while, and my book is calling to me. My Spanish teacher gave me a couple of links to study the reflexive verbs, and one site I really like. It has explanation, then little links to practice- arrange the words to form a sentence, match the words to the actions, match to English words, etc. I like it. Cause alot of words I am only gonna get by practice. But also I had a little lightbulb moment and (kinda) understand the logic . I'm excited to have my next class on Tuesday.
Everardo is so tired at the end of every day and he's gonna take Mondays off. On the weekend of course there's more tourists so he works then, and I'm busy Tue/Thur..kinda on Wed getting ready for Thurs, and Friday is probly busier than Monday for him, so...Monday is the day off. But he's making some money, and he's also been making his wire scorpions at nite and selling them as well. Last nite he came home with some skinny metal wire somebody gave him, so he made 4 of the tiny ones- I bet they all sell today! They really look like real scorpions. There's something more. Yesterday morning I went to the AA meeting down on the malecon. Afterwards I drove thru the boardwalk and I saw one of Everardo's friends- Nikko. He told me he was talking to Everardo just 5 minutes before I came along. He said that Poppi has a positive attitude and that's what it takes to be successful at this. So then I went on and turned the corner and halfway up the block I saw my handsome husband talking to some people in front of another souvenir and curios place, and he looked happy. I honked the horn and waved but didn't stop; too much traffic and no parking to be seen....anyway he was doing his thing. Driving home I realized- he was happy, he is happy doing this. I have been worried cause it's hard work in the hot sun, he walks the beaches (there's 3 or 4 I think, maybe more) he walks thru the boardwalk and other places people gather to eat, party, lay in the sun, swim, chat with friends, etc. But he revels in it. He is used to hard work, and socializing, schmoozing, that's what he's good at. He's getting to know the other vendors and says they all help each other out. He's getting to know the people that come down and live in the trailer parks; in fact a woman who lives in one is the person who gave him the wire, so the first tiny scorpion is for her. He is in his element. So it's time for me to stop worrying and just be happy for him. I have been supportive, but inside my head- worried about him- getting tired, getting frustrated, getting old, ya know? But he is happy and he deserved to be happy. He always takes care of me, so it's his turn. I need to have a little faith eh? I'm so glad I saw him yesterday out there, cause I've been saying this stuff to myself cause it's the right way to feel, but I was trying to force myself. Now I really get it, and so now I really feel it. And we can afford to give it a few months to get him going. If it totally doesn't work, he already said he'll find something else, something regular...and that's what I had been counting on. But no more. Now I plan to live this in the moment. He made pretty good money his first week and a half...and the people have only just started to come. So- go for it daddio.
I think this is the last day of Spring Break, but there's alot of people here on vacation that are not students, and then this week coming up is not Semana Santa like I thought. That's next week, so we got a few good weeks coming up.Then end of April I'm going home for 2 weeks. I'll take all the US dollars with me and put them in the bank up there cause you get a crappy exchange here. We deal only in pesos here, but his sales are mostly dollars since they are to visitors, right? Ok Sam is really bugging me to go somewhere, so I guess I can get dressed...probly gonna hit just the park since it's windy- well, I can decide after I'm in the car....adios...
Last nite was a little windy, not as warm as the nite before and so I didn't open the window- even tho I think I slept with the covers kicked off so I guess I coulda opened that window- I definitely will tonite cause I want to wake up to those birds again. It reminded me of when I first moved to this street called Metz Lane in Petaluma. It was with my ex and the kids. This place was on 2 acres, and so were all the houses around us and behind us, in fact behind us it sort faded away from the town, into rolling hills and country roads with houses getting further and further apart. So we heard birds and birds in the morning..all day. We even had these little birds- swallows- make a nest in our garage, and the came back year after year to the same place. I remember showing the kids first the eggs and then the babies when they first hatched. It was very cool. That was the house with the "twisty" stairs; it had a curved staircase and Drewy always wanted to live in a house with twisty stairs. I think it's her favorite house that we lived in. We lived there 7 years; she became an adult in that house. It was her third house, and the first one had a fairly busy street behind it, and the second was across the street from a high school, so we had birds, but not making nests like on Metz. Anyway waking up to birds is like camping....also reminds me of when we were kids and we had those birds that mad the mud nests under the eaves of the roof. Hmm maybe those are Swallows? Anyway I like waking up to the sound birds.
In Playa Ventura there are lots and lots of birds, flying over the ocean, landing in our yard looking for crumbs...but you couldn't hear them over the sound of the sea. The ocean is loud! When I went there the first time I couldn't get to sleep at nite, or next couple of times either, although maybe by the end of the week I was starting to get some sleep but probly from exhaustion ha ha. It's noisy all the time. When Everardo and I moved there, for a few days it was hard to sleep, but when you're there all the time, the sound becomes so normal that when everything else is quiet, like no tv or music, you think it's quiet....then you go to another place, more inland, and if you're not in a town or anything, you hear the silence. After a few months it started to bother me- I really wanted some silence. The constant roar of the ocean sometimes sounded like people talking; especially when I was sleepy, napping in the hammock or just drifting off at nite.
I love the silence here late at nite. I never knew how much I loved the quiet until I didn't have any...
Today is Sunday, St Patrick's Day. It's really windy but it's also really warm. I know I gotta take Sam to the park or the beach but I am feeling really lazy. I already did the laundry- well at least as much as the clothesline will hold...the rest has to wait a few hours, studied Spanish for a little while, and my book is calling to me. My Spanish teacher gave me a couple of links to study the reflexive verbs, and one site I really like. It has explanation, then little links to practice- arrange the words to form a sentence, match the words to the actions, match to English words, etc. I like it. Cause alot of words I am only gonna get by practice. But also I had a little lightbulb moment and (kinda) understand the logic . I'm excited to have my next class on Tuesday.
Everardo is so tired at the end of every day and he's gonna take Mondays off. On the weekend of course there's more tourists so he works then, and I'm busy Tue/Thur..kinda on Wed getting ready for Thurs, and Friday is probly busier than Monday for him, so...Monday is the day off. But he's making some money, and he's also been making his wire scorpions at nite and selling them as well. Last nite he came home with some skinny metal wire somebody gave him, so he made 4 of the tiny ones- I bet they all sell today! They really look like real scorpions. There's something more. Yesterday morning I went to the AA meeting down on the malecon. Afterwards I drove thru the boardwalk and I saw one of Everardo's friends- Nikko. He told me he was talking to Everardo just 5 minutes before I came along. He said that Poppi has a positive attitude and that's what it takes to be successful at this. So then I went on and turned the corner and halfway up the block I saw my handsome husband talking to some people in front of another souvenir and curios place, and he looked happy. I honked the horn and waved but didn't stop; too much traffic and no parking to be seen....anyway he was doing his thing. Driving home I realized- he was happy, he is happy doing this. I have been worried cause it's hard work in the hot sun, he walks the beaches (there's 3 or 4 I think, maybe more) he walks thru the boardwalk and other places people gather to eat, party, lay in the sun, swim, chat with friends, etc. But he revels in it. He is used to hard work, and socializing, schmoozing, that's what he's good at. He's getting to know the other vendors and says they all help each other out. He's getting to know the people that come down and live in the trailer parks; in fact a woman who lives in one is the person who gave him the wire, so the first tiny scorpion is for her. He is in his element. So it's time for me to stop worrying and just be happy for him. I have been supportive, but inside my head- worried about him- getting tired, getting frustrated, getting old, ya know? But he is happy and he deserved to be happy. He always takes care of me, so it's his turn. I need to have a little faith eh? I'm so glad I saw him yesterday out there, cause I've been saying this stuff to myself cause it's the right way to feel, but I was trying to force myself. Now I really get it, and so now I really feel it. And we can afford to give it a few months to get him going. If it totally doesn't work, he already said he'll find something else, something regular...and that's what I had been counting on. But no more. Now I plan to live this in the moment. He made pretty good money his first week and a half...and the people have only just started to come. So- go for it daddio.
I think this is the last day of Spring Break, but there's alot of people here on vacation that are not students, and then this week coming up is not Semana Santa like I thought. That's next week, so we got a few good weeks coming up.Then end of April I'm going home for 2 weeks. I'll take all the US dollars with me and put them in the bank up there cause you get a crappy exchange here. We deal only in pesos here, but his sales are mostly dollars since they are to visitors, right? Ok Sam is really bugging me to go somewhere, so I guess I can get dressed...probly gonna hit just the park since it's windy- well, I can decide after I'm in the car....adios...
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