I will try NOT to make this a rambling list, but coming off of a three-day weekend and continuing to be in holiday mode is a little dangerous. Still, I didn’t want to miss out on the chance to update my corner of the blogsphere. Happy fourth, everyone!
I was just visiting my favorite artist’s corner, Balzer Designs by Julie Fei-Fan Balzer, where I stop by for some bit of inspiration every now and then and what do you know — she was writing about blogging (Some Thoughts on Blogging) which I could truly relate to. I guess you can say this particular post is part of THAT inspiration. I feel bad that I haven’t yet started my journey in art journaling just yet, but I might get on with it this July. (Promises, promises…) It helps that I am actually seriously considering creating cards for some friends I want to bug all summer long (and beyond) just so we can keep the USPS (United States Postal Service) relevant.
Earlier in the day, I also stopped by for an update on a friend from way back who is doing a great job chronicling her personal journey against the big C in The Evil Crab. I have known Anna Lisa German-Thomson or Annalee as we called her then and then Chinot as her close friends know her, since our elementary days in St. Paul Pasig — and thanks to Facebook, we reconnected even if we went our separate ways from high school on. We have popped in and out of each others blogs every now and then, but I must say her new blog has made such a big impact on me. I hate that I had not been current with my blog hopping nor FB status checking (which, I now realize, is the curse of having too many people on my friend list), and it took me a while to catch on with what Chinot has been up against. So a few days ago, I sent a card her way (yes, via snail mail) after sending her younger sister who I had know way back when, too, a note requesting for her mailing address. I know that most people will swear by electronic mail — it’s just that I’m rather old fashioned when it comes to correspondence, more so when I feel a need to have my thoughts travel the distance in a tangible form. I know it can make a difference and it has made a difference — so I have added another destination for my cards, letters and clippings. (Someone in Horseshoe Village gets a regular dose.. or is getting a regular dose, too, again.)
The three-day weekend was a good chance to recharge, create, and spend some time with friends doing the winery route in the North Fork of Long Island. I like picnics because they’re casual and relaxing, but I didn’t come prepared for the sun beyond wearing an almost full-length long sleeve tunic. End result was sun burn on my neck, and I saved my face from over exposure to the sun by sitting on the side of the picnic table which had my back to it. Some of Alan’s friends from high school had gathered for a reunion and some fun.
Cheese from Murrays, a small tray of dried fruit, some pepperoni and Saucisson Sec from Freshdirect, ample seedless grapes and fresh strawberries, crackers galore, packed the picnic bag with enough utensils (slicing board, serrated knives for the meats and spreaders for the cheese), ziploc bags, and take out lunch from Panera’s catering menu — and the lovely setting: Martha Clara Vineyards — and we were all set. The wine was good, the company even better.
We went to Palmer Vineyards for a quick stop, then to Tanger Outlets, and finally dinner at Boulder Creek. (I was too tired by then that I could only tackle a bowl of french onion soup.) It was tiring but a lot of fun, and it is always good to reconnect with friends doing the things you like doing. It was also refreshing to see my seven-year-old interacting with children from Manila — and with fellow Fil-Am children here in New York.
The weekend saw me creating quite a number of pieces for posting in my Etsy shop which should be up soon. (Will I ever hit 300 items for sale?) And yes, the button repairs were done quite successfully. =) For all the things I consider done over the last three days, I still feel I didn’t quite accomplish everything I wanted to. I did inch forward slightly reading the latest installment I’m trying to catch up on. You’d think that spending an afternoon lazing away under the sun in a vineyard would’ve given me time to read. Nope.
It’s a Tuesday that feels like a Monday. This is the downside of a long weekend… but there’s work and the rest of life to get on with. Getting there, getting there…