Self Watches “Elegy”

It made her cry. Good thing self was seeing it by herself, as hubby is very allergic to any weepiness from self these days. Amazing, since Dear Mother-in-Law is pretty emotional herself. In fact, has been all agog, these past few days, even calling up self to get more details of Ying’s passing. Really, some people are like dogs to a scent.

Leave me alone! self wants to shout. She happened to pick up the phone yesterday, while hubby was at an office party. She was taking a break from writing her play when the phone rang. Caller ID said “Caller Unknown,” which it says if the caller is from Manila, and self thought it might be one of her brothers so she picked up and, wouldn’t you know, it was Dear Mother-in-Law, who for the first time in 20 years had called to speak specifically to self. What about? Well, about Ying, to find out, according to Dear Mother-in-Law, “how she is doing.”

And once again self has to hear herself pronounce the awful words: “She died.”

“She did????” Dear Mother-in-Law exclaims. “When? How?”

Oh my God, self thinks, Read the rest of this entry »

2nd Saturday of September 2008

Son called– only a week or so before fall classes start, he said he was headed south. He sounded a bit sheepish, perhaps because of all those tremulous calls self has been saddling him with, lately.

It’s all right, self wanted to tell him. If I was in your shoes, I’d head south, too.

The day was mild, crisp. Fall is here! Self catches glimpses of herself in the mirror and thinks: Wow, did you ever screw up. This new haircut of yours is 10x worse than the Prince Valiant cut of two weeks ago.

Self watched “Battlestar Galactica.” Hubby was annoyed at self’s lamentations of woe when Cally got sucked out of an airlock by evil Cylon assistant to President Roslin. OK, it was a re-play but when Cally started wacking Cylon/husband “Chief” in the face with a wrench, self started yelling, “That’s right! Wack him! Wack him!” At which point hubby became extremely — perturbed. He wanted to change the station to football. Self had no idea that her displays of emotionality were so unsettling. Imagine if he were married to Dearest Mum!

Hubby had to go to an office party. Bye-bye! Shortly after he left, self sat down at the dining room table, and looked at a play she hadn’t worked on in almost a year. Hey, self thought: This isn’t bad! She added some really crazy parts: a made-up poem in Chinese; a dialogue with a priest. After an hour she thought: Okey-dokey, better send this off before I lose my nerve. A couple of strokes of the keyboard and– done! Is self not a master of lightning decisions?

Writing is indeed a great — if not, her greatest — comfort.

Stay tuned, dear blog readers, stay tuned.

nancy merrill photography

capturing memories one moment at a time

Asian Cultural Experience

Preserving the history and legacy of Salinas Chinatown

Rantings Of A Third Kind

The Blog about everything and nothing and it's all done in the best possible taste!

Sauce Box

Never get lost in the Sauce

GK Dutta

Be One... Make One...

Cee's Photo Challenges

Teaching the art of composition for photography.

Fashion Not Fear

Fueling fearlessness through style and inspiration.

Wanderlust and Wonderment

My writing and photo journey of inspiration and discovery

transcribingmemory

Decades of her words.

John Oliver Mason

Observations about my life and the world around me.

Insanity at its best!

Yousuf Bawany's Blog

litadoolan

Any old world uncovered by new writing

unbolt me

the literary asylum

the contemporary small press

A site for small presses, writers, poets & readers

The 100 Greatest Books Challenge

A journey from one end of the bookshelf to the other

Random Storyteller

A crazy quilt of poems, stories, and humor