Hey, yeah, I’m alive.

Today, I woke up at 9:30a and got out of bed with my radio alarm cranking out a morning show with 3 on-air personalities that I’ve come to be familiar with, and I walked into the bathroom intending to take a shower. Suddenly, hearing something interesting, I paused and backed out of the bathroom and went back into the bedroom to listen. Since I was just standing there, I may as well lay back down on the bed. The next thing I knew, I was waking up at 11:30a. Oh well. But I did manage to get lots of stuff done. Went to the bank (where I was told by the teller that a letter accompanying my new ATM card telling me all PIN numbers remain the same did, indeed, “lie”), went to Trader Joe’s and picked up stuff for my parents, Mr. W and for Jordan (all my loved ones get flax seed meal, haha), got a smog check for my car, went to the post office and got stamps, mailed out some bills DMV registration renewal and sent a package of flax seed meal out to Florida for Jordan, hand-delivered other stuff to Mr. W, went to Home Depot and got a garage door spring, and am halfway done with my Mother’s Day project.

I’m putting together this big photo collage in a multi-dimensional frame for Mother’s Day. Photos of my mom, proud with a month-old infant at age 24; laughing with her adult daughter pouncing on her back in front of a famous memorial in Taiwan; holding her young daughter up between herself and her husband in a national park. I’m going to do a counterpart for my dad for Father’s Day, also. I already some photos set aside of him sitting on a large rock with his year-old daughter asleep across his knees, rowing a boat with his young wife and daughter sitting at the other end… It wasn’t until starting this project that I realized how few photos I have of myself as an adult with my parents. I am so not hanging out with them enough. We should do more on my weekend visits aside from watching TV and having a home-cooked dinner. Maybe I can take them out and take some nice photos soon.

Nope, don’t miss work yet. I did call my coworker over the weekend to check up on him. This would be his first weekend without his girlfriend in a long time. He says it’s rough at home because it’s so quiet without her, but he’s hanging in there. Being at work helps because he can laugh and joke with people, but it’s a different story when he’s alone. I remember those days. I was so scared of the weekends and of the silence. That was one of the main reasons I took up jujitsu.