He's baaack!
>> Thursday, February 28, 2008
Let the fun and games begin...
Hands
>> Friday, February 22, 2008
Justin's lovely new work of art.
I wonder if he was trying to express his vision of family, hands together, intertwined, each separate yet integral to the balance of the whole.
I wonder if he's relating his experience of being a boy of two cultures, two ethnicities and two languages - a sometimes confusing world I'm sure.
Or perhaps it was just a matter of experimentation, fun with colour and delight in making something new all his own.
I'd like to dig inside his sweet, tousled head sometime and find out exactly how he thinks, what he feels.
I know every inch of this boy, I live and breathe him as though he's a part of me, and yet I know so little, too.
Such a mysterious, thoughtful and fascinating little being, this wee boy of three.
Just for fun
It's always interesting to check the blog visitor stats and see the random, Googly paths readers take to get to your site.
The latest keyword searches that led to Sharp Mama and all her blogging glory:
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I hope I didn't disappoint!
Read more...Bad nerves and bikinis
>> Monday, February 18, 2008
I am not the society in microcosm. I am a thirty-four-year-old woman with long straight hair and an old bikini bathing suit and bad nerves sitting on an island in the middle of the Pacific waiting for a tidal wave that will not come.
Woo wee, the above passage from Joan Didion's essay collection, The White Album, certainly strikes a chord...
If I weren't so adverse to plagiarism, I'd probably use the above description for my "About Me" widget on this blog, changing 'Pacific' to 'Indian'. Certainly more fun than what I've got there now.
Though I'd have to nix the bit about the bikini - given it up for one-piece swimsuits in light of the state of my 'girls' after 2+ years of hard labour with the babies.
Anyway, the book is well worth a read. The chapter, In the Islands, from which the above is excerpted, is about Didion's trip to the Hawaiian islands in 1969 with her husband and three-year-old daughter in an attempt to save their marriage. I guess it must've worked, since they ended up together some 40 years until his death in 2003.
Ah, the restorative power of the tropics. God knows those ocean breezes and swaying palms have certainly helped keep me on the level, and probably saved my marriage a million times over.
Year of the Brat
>> Sunday, February 10, 2008
Happy Chinese New Year!
Plans for a cheerful family photo were thwarted.
These were the best we could do...
Most of the pix turned out like this....
Or this...
But at least there was a happy (and blurry) ending...
Redefining normal
>> Friday, February 08, 2008
I've lived here in Phuket for so long now that all the things that surprise and delight tourists have ceased to do that for me. Which is sad, because there's a lot here that really should surprise, delight and shock me still.
Like tree pruning.
I remember in Canada watching the tree pruners come to my Grandma's house, with a big truck and crane-type ladder and safety ropes and hard hats and lots of big tools and equipment.
Our tree pruner arrived last weekend on his motorbike, holding a hand saw and a rope.
He promptly shimmied up the tree. This is a tree that does not begin branching out for several meters; up until about the height of our house second floor, this tree is pure trunk. In Thai, it's called a kraton tree - don't know what you'd call it in English.
He climbed that thing with his bare hands and feet, with the rope in his teeth.
The rope was used to hoist the handsaw up to the guy, who was now at a level nearly beyond sight. I was on the second floor balcony looking up at him. Way up.
Perched on a branch he began sawing away at the branches around him, above him, beside him, even at the branch on which he was crouched.
Big, heavy branches dropped down rapidly. Some of them he tried to direct for a better landing by holding onto the branch at the moment the saw made the final cut, then somehow managed to hang on to the falling branch (the saw still in the other hand; I think only his legs were keeping him on the tree at that point), move it a metre or so to the left or right and let it drop.
He spent a good couple of hours at this, working his way down the tree. By the time he was done the entire yard under the tree was piled up with a tangle of branches about 5-6 feet high.
If tree pruning were an Olympic sport, the Thais would win it hands down. It was an impressive feat of athleticism and daring that makes marathon running look like a walk in the park.
Throughout the entire procedure, the mantra running through my head was, "Please don't kill yourself. Please don't drop and die on my lawn. Please don't kill yourself."
For all this the tree pruner earned 1500 baht (about $47). I thought it was a hell of a deal for a job that really, truly risked life and limb, but my husband thought it was expensive...
I regret not bringing out the vidcam for it. It's gotta be seen to be believed!
(Thanks to SD for the suggestion to make this a blog post, after I bitched that I had nothing to write about...)
Another weird conversation
While reading a Berenstain Bears bedtime story, about Mama bear expecting a new cub...
He: She's got the baby in her stomach!
Me: You remember when baby sister was in my stomach?
He: Yes! I remember when I was in your stomach too!
Me: Ya?
He: Yes! It was scary.
Me: Scary? Why?
He: A lot of water in there. Lots of water. Scary.
Me: Wha?!
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