I love curtains. Finally after almost three months after we moved here I can sleep without waking up. Of course my son still was yelling:"Mommy, Mommy" at 7.45 but until then I didn't wake up once. And it wasn't my turn to wake up with him anyway so I blissfully went back to sleep.

I like lazy mornings. When I don't need to rush, I can slowly open my eyes lie a little and if I want to close them again. Think about what I am going to do today, read something and then slowly get up.

So plan for today sounds like this. First go for a walk, I hope its not going rain too badly, then take a shower drink some tea, and then clean a little and unpack one box.

Friends are coming over in the evening and my husband decided to cook something with mushrooms, as he excitedly describes it sounds delicious.

It is promising to be a nice and relaxing day.

Overheard:

"...so I have a friend who was dating a guy for a few years and recently announced to her family that they decided to get married. She told them that she picked the date and the place. And then a few days later, her cousin announces that she also wants to get married to her boyfriend of a few weeks, and goes and books the same place on the date the girl announced..."

Damn, I really thought that people only do that on the reality TV Shows.

This morning as I was walking in a crowd transferring from train to train, the young guy (in his twenties) was walking in front of me in a knee length shorts. You could see his calves and on each of them he had a tattoo of the heart and inside of the one it said "Friends" and in the other one it said "Family." Although it looked a bit weird, red hearts on the pale hairy flesh, I thought I understood what he was trying to communicate. Those two things are really important for the individual. These people help you walk through the life. As I am getting older I realize more and more the importance of the family. Back then when I was in my 20s I thought that my friends are my family. As time progresses I more often see that friends come and go and your family is still there for you.

Just couple of O'Keeffe's images from art.com

Ye, obviously, my "one post a week" commitment got screwed up. Last Monday as I was lying in bed sick I even had the beginning for the post: "Two days in bed, two books, and..." well I had never figured out how to write it without leaving the bed so no post last week. Actually I almost didn't write it today too. Since I tried to draw a little and then started to experiment and in a little bit discovered that it is time to go to bed.

Drawing felt good.

I haven't felt this kind of urge in quite sometime, I would say in years. When you just want to grab a pencil and start something and you don't know what will come out of it. Today it was a bird. I have no idea why, but I drew a first line, then a second one and then I saw a bird. This is how it usually comes to me. I very rarely, have subject in my head before I start. Because if I try to think about what I want to depict, I always imagine flowers, but if someone would look through my works they all mostly abstract shapes and silhouettes.

A long time ago I thought that flowers is a lame subject for art. Then I saw Georgia O'Keeffe and it changed my perspective to many things, among them my view of the art. On her paintings flowers have souls and it is always interested me how she was able to find those souls and depict them. Those flowers aren't that simple and there is a quite controversy around them, but when I first saw her paintings I didn't know anything about her, I just was very simply impressed. I think after this encounter my horizons expanded a little bit more, and I started to think that if the art stopped you and made you think its work is done.

How many people are saying that they don't understand abstract art and it shouldn't be called art at all, since probably a child could do it. This always amuses me. Because we are sitting and talking about it, and we are not discussing another beautiful landscape that they saw, but the abstract or bizarre art that they couldn't understand. Ok I am simplifying a bit, but I do want to go to bed soon, and try not to go into the depths here.

Anyway it was very nice to feel the pencil in my hand again. Hopefully since I dug up my art supplies it will happen more often, and I might even draw or paint a flower or two. :)

Good night.

When we want something we would like people to care about us and help us but when we got it and made it to the other side we don't want to wait for the others.

http://www.ted.com/talks/dan_gilbert_asks_why_are_we_happy.html
- there is always a difference between what we think about ourselves and what we really are.

The life is a cycle. And as quite a few times before, after having a very social weekend, my kid is sick again.

It all started on Friday when he went to his usual class. Then on Saturday we went to May Day celebration at a local school. Which was very nice. My kid really liked the strawberry cake and the wooden boat on the backyard of the school. We were hanging out there most of the time. I was just enjoying the beautiful weather on the bench in the shadow of the tree looking at the children. And my son was in the middle of it trying to interact. Boys are always boys and things ended with pushing and shoving. In situations like this I am always wondering what to do, of course my first instinct is go and sort things out, and make sure that my wonderful boy is fine, but I also understand that boys are tougher and they have different relationships than girls so it is always a torture to decide to butt in or not to butt in. But although my son got a bit upset he didn't want to go home. Which is often the case with him recently.

I made some progress with our garden. My pansies were barely surviving in the bathroom so I've decided, that I am going to give them a chance by putting them into the ground. Lets see if they like it better. Also I started to prepare the garden patch for the tomatoes. As I was working in the garden, one of our new neighbors stopped by and invited us to come to the bonfire later. All three of us went there later in the evening. As my son was behaving very good, and even entertaining the crowd with some elaborate dancing we finally got a chance to talk with our neighbors and got to know them a little bit better.

On Sunday we planned an adventure for our son. And it was a big success maybe too big. We went to the circus. In addition, to get there, we decided to take a train since parking is a painful process in the downtown where the circus was located. It was a blast. When we came back and started moving toward the car, our son cried his eyes out that he doesn't want to go home, and was trying to convince us to go back. We promised that we will do something very fun next weekend too. But now he is sick and barely moving. He had made me read to him for three hours since we don't have TV upstairs.

When children are sick it is so hard to look at them. They look so weak and miserable and you would do anything to make them feel better. My son is a very good boy, he already figured out that Tylenol makes him better and he doesn't fight it although he still is not pleased. I hope he will be much better tomorrow and we won't have to go to the doctor.

Random things.

Reading a newspaper on the train. There is a noticeable increase in lottery tickets sales. I so understand why people are going for it. Many years ago, I also turned to lottery as I needed quickly to come up with the tuition money to go into the program that I wanted. As I was buying lottery tickets for a month, I was winning small sums just to cover the money I spent on the tickets. On the other hand the boyfriend who decided to buy one ticket just for fun, won twice as much. Still it wasn't enough, not even close. After thinking about it I decided to get a job. When I had the money I decided not to get into the program. Sometimes I am wondering what would've happened if I would win the money.

There is a Dunkin' Donuts on my train station, sometimes when I feel especially groggy in the morning I buy a latte for the train ride. There are two people behind the counter one male one female, and the man doesn't know what vanilla means. Every-time I ask I never get it. Trying to stay positive I always say to myself, that it is probably better for my health to drink latte with no sugar. This is probably why I still give him a chance sometimes.

The colorful lady walked into the bus as I was coming home from work. The usual crowd on the bus mostly looks like me, working professionals who are wearing "business-casual" clothes. I would've thought that she is wearing a costume but after couple glances it seemed that this clothes was the only thing that she wore for a few months. As a middle age woman in leopard patterned mini-dress and black shiny boots on high thick hills, she really stood out. She was wearing a scarf around her head and a hat also leopard patterned. The ensemble was finished with a brown leather vest with the rivets, the leopard fabric wrapped around her knees and a brown leather bag with the chain hanging from it, which the lady was slowly swinging as she seemed to be deep in her thoughts.