01.04.09
break from rest
nina waltzed in my room with glee and announced she was five pages into her fifteen pages essay on prostitution in China. I gave her a mild smile from the bed. Your energy level is not very high today. She said as she did her finger dance and looked at me like a puppy ready to pounce on something. I am on neocitran. I explained. I am on redbull! She grabbed the dumbbells from underneath my bed and did some bicep curls. We don’t make very good playmates at the moment, huh? I raised my heavy lids. That’s cuz you ain’t playing! Was she sitting still or was she now bouncing around in my room? I closed my eyes and asked her to get me some soymilk and nuts.
Now she’s sitting beside me in my bed typing in her mac book air and I am taking a break from resting. Break’s almost over, back to resting…
take off
I am not seeing Dad off to the airport. I sat on the stairs sipping on my neocitran and talked to him for a bit as our little goodbye. So you are coming back in two weeks? Yeah. Okay, let’s not get sentimental here then. I was just kidding. I am never not sentimental 
He went back to his den and picked up the guitar to practice a few chords. Just the sight of that made me cry. This morning I thought about how true it is that impermanence is really the only constance. But watching Dad play the guitar after so many years… there’s something constant in that. His fingers shift the same way it did twenty years ago, the sounds, the way he strums the strings… they all stay the same since I was a little girl. It makes me so happy to see him holding the guitar. It’s like… the core of him is waking up after a long, long sleep.
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I have resolved to stay in bed all day. When this cold is over, hopefully the dark circles under my eyes will be gone as well.
