I spent this morning at MELL, it was great. I checked out Stranger in a Strange Land, it’s been ages since I read it. I just reread Revolt in 2100, which reminded me of how much I like Robert A. Heinlein. While I was there I indulged my penchant for magazines, skimming back issues of Sunset, Home and Garden and some others. I blogged a bit about that in This is for Fned.
I am over my malaise.Except for sending out some emails. I still haven’t gotten cracking on the Blogger meet up for 2009
I did some work on the garden and need to take some photos. I planted a really pretty Ixora, it’s coral coloured! There are a few things in bloom so if I am going to taunt the snowbound, the time is now! Later, while all the nob gardens are blooming mine will be wilting from the heat and humidity.
I also have an ambitious jewelry project going. I organized my beads and findings in December.Turns out that still have about a quart jar’s worth of plum coloured seed beads. Fortunately, December’s issue of Bead and Button Magazine published a pattern for a drape designed by Sonoko Nozue. You can see a photo here it’s an ambitious project but it sure is using up those seed beads! I am working on it while Husband and I watch tv.
I spoke with my parents on Skype yesterday, it was so nice. We had a conversation about living in a foreign country and speaking a foreign language. I wanted to know if they ever missed speaking Spanish. My mom explained that they have lived in the USA for almost twice as long as they ever lived in Cuba so English comes naturally, though accented. My dad commented that sometimes words will come to him first in English rather than Spanish. I find that happens to me sometimes with terms that I learned in Spanish.
Because of our conversation my mom started to talk to me in Spanish and I, as usual, answered her in English.All of a sudden it hit me, my mom speaks Spanish with a Cuban accent! I never ever noticed it before, of course I can’t tell what part of Cuba she is from by listening to her, but I can definitely hear the rythmn. It’s similar to what happened when I was around ten, someone asked me “what kind of accent does your mother have?” To which I answered “Accent? My mom doesn’t have an accent!”. Then I started to hear it. Weird.