Growing up my oldest sister (who doesn’t like to be reminded about our nine-year age difference) told me once that writing poetry, prose, stories and/or music wouldn’t support me financially. I knew she was right, but I wanted to prove her wrong. Ever since, she’s proven me wrong and I went to college for several careers.
I currently work as systems programmer managing several systems from mainframe operations to report servers. Nonetheless I never stopped writing hoping to prove her wrong one day. Said this, get my book — Under the Thelian Sky — and write a review as well as sharing it with others (part of the lending program in Amazon). Help me prove my oldest sister wrong.
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By the way, I’m not starving as in the title of this post. I actually have to lose weight.
Today’s Hallowe’en (All Hollows Eve). Every year, I write a post about my feelings and/or opinion about this Pagan celebration — my favorite day of the year. All I can say is that I’ve been listening to every album from Korpiklaani except for those recorded under the name of Shaman on Natural Born Records that seem to be discontinued and unavailable worldwide (Idja, 1999; Shamàniac, 2002). Said all this, enjoy the night when the dead walk on the earth and scare them so they can return to the realm of the dead — especially in NYC where all the weirdos will be out tonight. Then again, may your harvest be plentiful now and ever. Blessed be.
My 66-year-old mom stayed a week with us. My 5-year-old finally met his grandma and they clicked right away. He even did twenty (20) points as if it was a video game of some sort. Actually for my youngest son, life’s a video game. In any case, he behaved, ate properly and did whatever my mom asked him to do in order to get a toy he wanted very badly — Skylanders SWAP Force from Activision ($80 before sales taxes) for Nintendo Wii on the day of its release. He’s being playing ever since.
My mom even came with us to church although my 5-year-old didn’t want to participate in the choir — nothing new for his lazy self. I know he’d miss her. He even told her so when saying goodbye — something he’s never done before with anyone.
My 12-year-old, in the other hand, enjoyed his grandmother’s company and her constant hugging. He’d also miss his grandma in his own special way.
My psychologist spoke about the process of healing two weeks ago. In short, her ridiculously short visit was healing — something I’d have never expected. Said the latter, I’d truly miss my mom.