Note to new readers: This post is part of my 30 Days of Writing Practice. I am allowing blocks of 10, 20 or 30 minutes of my day solely to putting my swirling thoughts on paper. No going back to edit which will only serve to stop the stream of consciousness. My writing buddy and I, we call it writing from the heart. Please read my introduction for the full story.
After Day 4’s spirited outburst, I decided to chillax today. It’s a Sunday morning after all.
It’s 10am and I am in bed with Kuya Migo (my 14 year old) beside me. My 10 min timer is on. I have a blank page and I have no idea what I am writing or where I am going with this. I do have plenty of topics in mind. I have written complete posts in advance as well. But today I thought I’ll just go with the flow and see where my mind and fingers take me. We’ve had our breakfast. Ariel and Gabo went for their usual Sunday morning bike ride. I started the laundry early, at 7am. I do my whites on Sunday mornings. The colors are washed on Saturdays. That is my thing, the way I organise laundry is in that order on lazy weekends. On crazy weekends, laundry is done in one day.
Early this morning, I went to the kitchen and decided what’s for breakfast. Ariel suggested last night that I should make waffles if its not too hard. This morning, I decided that it was too hard. I opted for easy. Preferably one that only involved assembly of ingredients yet still healthy and filling. So I decided to go with my favourite. It’s smoked salmon with butter sauteed spinach over cottage cheese on toast. Plus poached eggs of course. The poached eggs will take some time to cook. An avocado will have made it cafe quality, but my avocados from Aldi are not ripe yet. Why does it take so long? I sighed. So while cooking I surfed the web, checked emails (for my blue lights), browsed IG and wrote in my head. Super distracted mega mega. Cruise control cooking to the max.
I asked Kuya Migo if he wanted to watch a concert DVD. We normally watch one on Sunday mornings while I prepare breakfast. He said “No.” Oh ok. Let’s listen to…. Rickie Lee Jones then. Hmm I should ask IG community if anyone knows Rickie Lee Jones. Am I the only one who listens to this lovely woman? (Note to self: Add YouTube link to Rickie. Click and listen while reading, people.) I have not heard her for a very long time. While Eddie goes “Chuck E’s In Love”, I told Kuya Migo to prepare his milk. He came to the kitchen, grabbed his mug in the cupboard, then SMASH! Something broke. He nudged one sawsawan (small plate) to the floor. OH NO. Linis linis si Cha. Used the walis. Then the vacuum cleaner to ensure there’s no broken glass on the floor. I was calm all the time, never yell at Kuya. Kuya Migo was a bit upset with the smashing sound. Agitated. He went “Oh no no NO”. I shooed him out of the kitchen. Calmed him down and gave him his milk.