Three days ago I found our burro fell flat on the ground after the sudden rain. I straightened it up as soon as the rain stopped, but I kept wondering how that happened. The burro is quite heavy after all.
Our previous neighbors gifted this burro to us when they decided to move. It’s been with us for more than a year now. We truly enjoy its company. All the memories and history seem to be in this burro’s eyes, and sometimes they bring sadness into my mind..
Every beginning of the month, I have to make an online transfer to pay for Mom’s long term care service. So that’s what I did this afternoon. Then suddenly I had this craving for the chicken soup that my Mom used to make. Thanks for Whole Foods, I was able to find daikon. The ingredients were simple. It didn’t take long to prepare. I cooked rice separately, only added it to the soup before I was ready to eat.
My companion liked it as well, although he only wanted carrots and daikon; no chicken thighs meat.
“You look so happy.” my companion said.
I just smiled, and thought about my Mom..
On this first day of September, I went out for a run in the morning. I didn’t go to Cerro Alto Trailhead as I planned to. My companion thought that the trail condition could be messy due to yesterday’s surprise downpour. I understood he meant well and didn’t insist.
To mark a new beginning of this month, I deleted my main Pixelfed account permanently. It was only a matter of time. Plus I no longer see the point of having it anymore. So, adiós Pixelfed.
It was completely not in the forecast. Out of the blue we received quite a bit of downpour this afternoon. Normally we’d be extremely happy to get this much of rain, but we were just informed by our general contractor that he found several cracks on the parapet walls above our house. This amount of rain no doubt puts me on edge..
This afternoon we returned to Lamy for the first time since almost a year.. It seems lots of things have changed. Or maybe I simply can’t recall what it was like before. But the taproom is pretty much still how I remembered. Some art works on the walls are different now, but the atmosphere remains intact.
When we were sitting at the table drinking beer, I couldn’t help but wonder why it took us so long to come back here. I knew the reasons, but I refused to face them. Nobody can turn back time. There’s no use to ponder what can’t be changed..
Today we finally went over to the newly completed Cerro Alto Trailhead. It’s only open to the public about five months ago. This trail is an extension to the Santa Fe Rail Trail system, which provides a wonderful scenic view of the historic town, Lamy.
I’m already considering running on this trail tomorrow..
I suppose tonight is one of those nights that I can’t seem to be able to even try to look at the bright side..
Another rather quiet day in Eldorado. My companion had a PT appointment this afternoon. Afterwards we went to Java Joe’s on Rodeo Road for our usuals. The temperature wasn’t too bad today. Or perhaps we’ve gotten used to the heat.
On our way back, we made a little excursion and drove by the other house that we were interested in when we were looking for our next home. Sometimes I wonder if things would have been different if we had made a different decision..
Sometimes all it takes is observing sunset in complete silence to soothe my mind, to realize that at the end nothing else really matters..
The big mistake was probably checking my cellphone the first thing I woke up this morning. My brother’s short and nearly cold response in our family group chat on Line immediately tainted my mood for the day.
The relationship between my brother and I is becoming nonexistent, specially after all the arguments and bickering in the past two years fueled by his religious beliefs that have done a tremendous damage to the barely functioning family. I have to keep reminding myself that he is not mentally stable, that he is not well, and that he has not had an easy life. But honestly I don’t know how much longer I could continue like this. If it were not for our mother, we probably would have dissolved our family group chat.
When I went out for my morning run, this family matter was still messing with my head relentlessly. What’s worse was that out of nowhere my back was hurting. So I tried really hard to concentrate, in case if I’d make one wrong move it could get a lot worse.
I think a lot when I run. It’s almost therapeutic to me. It’s also one of the few moments in a day that I’m alone and allowed to be truly honest with myself. My body may be exhausted but my head would feel lighter after a run, in most days. Unfortunately not today.. Perhaps my brother and I could never go back to the way it was. I’m well aware that I shouldn’t let it bother me this much, even though I would never stop trying to figure out what I can do to improve the situation. At the same time I know I can’t force it if the other people keeps slamming doors. I have to keep that in mind and accept it is what it is somehow..
