Conversations

...from the previous nights. Monday night, I spent over an hour listening and talking to Philliam's mom. It was more listening than talking. I enjoy listening to people talk. The words that come out of their mouths are stories that I put into moving pictures in my head. I'm very imaginative. She told me the good and the bad of raising her kids. How much time she would waste in a day just shuttling kids to school then home then to sport practices then back to home and how exhausting it was for her. She talked of her current job and how funny her co-workers are. We talked about plastic surgery. She talked about her plans and goals. We talked about traveling. Then we talked about me, the unemployed, post-grad. It was a nice conversation. I went home that night thinking about the same conversations I used to have with parents and grandparents from my previous relationship and my heart just ached for them. I miss them terribly. I miss the stories they would tell me of their past. It was rich history worth listening to. Sometimes I wish I could call and ask to take them out for lunch or dinner. But there are lines that shouldn't be crossed. It pains me to think of my lost communications with them. There will always be I wishes... in this world but never any action.

Tiresome Weekend

Another one of those busy weekends. I made three tiramisu cakes. One for a friend's birthday, my mother's birthday, and Philliam's house (Phil's cake was made from leftover batter). Not only that, Philliam and I cooked lunch and dinner all weekend. We didn't eat out at all! Which is great, but tiresome and troublesome at the same time. I need to start putting together my personal recipe book to keep track of what I've been cooking/baking. Everyone knows I don't do the conventional cooking either. I just throw things in, do a taste check, and a dash of this and that to suit my taste buds. Anyway, I told Philliam I wasn't going to cook this entire week until Friday. Maybe the only thing I'll make is the green rice everyone loves so much. And maybe some banana cupcakes.