Blow baby, blow!

Sitting on the of my school building, illicitly, sniffing the scent of summer flowers wafting over in the evening air, drinking a beer, trying to calm nerves. Fits and quaky moments are all part of this, though they didn't tell me this when I signed the contract. One can lose one's rag all too easily these days it seems, and become aware of how tender any presentation of one's creative output really is. This is just part of the natural course of things, and there's little time to dwell.

In a break a little girl across the road is standing on the pavement blowing bubbles, but they keep blowing back into her face. She repeats the action several times. Now: if she'd turn around and blow with the wind, not only would she have bigger bubbles (?) but they would also go very, very far. So little girl, turn around your head, get around the ideas that are fixed in your head and listen to the wind... tad-da-dat-tadah.

These are the words I tell myself on this day before the day before the presentation.
Then I jump up in a panic and think someone has taken my rucksack with my computer in it and my portfolio...(which I left somewhere else) and need a whole other cup of mint tea to calm down. There, there, dear. The ambulance is coming, don't worry.

It feels like I'm going to get my body measured by the fashion brigade and that I'll have to convince them that having a voluptuous 17th Century Rubenesque bottom is really the sexiest, most alluring thing to have these days - incidentally, scale and flesh is probably one of the best things about Rubens....but that aside - wish me luck. No time for patheticisms here, en avant pour la république, of stel je niet zo aan, is what I say to myself. Hupla. Everyone knows big bottoms are best. In fact there is nothing that I would rather be doing and I am feeling on top of the world.
Love to you both.
S2

I promise you I am doing what I am supposed to be doing...

...Just taking a quick break to tell you about this instructional video on youtube.
Oh and I really enjoyed this book by Pearl Sweetlife. Recommended reading. Don't know if they do export yet to Czech Republic and California...
love from S2

Dry spell

Dear sisters,

I realize the blog postings have been few and far between.

I have been watching the earth shake in China, and the tornadoes rage over the Midwest. There are now eight gallons of water standing in my basement, a promising start to our emergency rations.

I have been wandering aimlessly around the city, wondering if I would ever feel normal again. The sun shone and the wind blew.

I have been assisting at track and field day, kindergarten graduation and moving up ceremony (well, I brought cucumbers for the bbq afterwards.)




I have been removing lice and nits from my family's heads, more than once. Washing many sheets. Jip got a buzz cut.







I have been organizing my daughters third birthday party which ended up as most parties do in our household. Chaotic and noisy. Rosie kindly invited her guests to leave when she understood that no presents would be opened until the party was over. Maybe I should have made it a 'no gift party', popular here, which makes s sense on many levels, especially when the new three year old is stamping her feet and screaming from having received so much, but I didn't.





I have stood and watched my husband, who has again taken up health as a hobby, wash down no less than 14 supplements each morning, vitamins, fish oil (yes, S2 you have a fellow believer) and milk thistle, which is supposed to do wonders for your liver. Regularly he will drink a bottle of wine just to test the milk thistle.



I have been going to bootcamp and yoga lessons, feeling like an old woman, with stiff joints and no stamina, not feeling or seeing much improvement. The chemoflab is sitting comfortably around the thighs.




I have been making food shopping lists for the week and sticking to them most of the time.

I have been to Napa, winetasting, in a disco bus and back again.

I have been falling asleep to CNN's Anderson Cooper and "the best political team on television".

I have not been getting round to things.

Tomorrow is the first day of the rest of my life.


Love S1