Nadia's piano lesson with Mr. Edwin. Usually her lessons are on Saturdays, but due to the holiday, we moved it to Friday this week. 2010 signifies the year during which both my girls started taking some kind of instrument lessons. Nadia is learning the piano while Maya is learning the drums. It gives me great pleasure to listen to them practice. It also makes me sit down at my childhood piano, which I had shipped down from Seattle for Nadia. I love having it in my house again.
Once again it has been a while since I posted. I've been thinking about it often, but just haven't had the energy to do it. It isn't even not having the time - it really has been not having the energy. Lately, I've been feeling very tired and falling asleep between 10pm and 11pm. That's very early for me - usually I'm up until midnight. I think that part of it is not drinking enough water. And yet, I'm not working at it to fix that. I think about it, I have an alarm on my phone to remind me to drink water, but I'm not doing it. I need some real motivation. You would think that my health and well-being would be motivation enough, but apparently, it's not.
This is not to say that I'm not enjoying my life right now. We had an AMAZING trip to Washington DC for Spring Break. We went with another playgroup family and met up with meowmeowbutt and filled the week up with sightseeing, fun, and wonderful memories. Unfortunately we didn't get to meet up with other friends in the area, hopefully next time. We rented a house about 3 miles from the National Mall with the other family and it was a great way to do this trip. All the kids hung out together, they slept in the basement of this 3 story house. The main level was the living room and kitchen and the top floor had the bedrooms. It was a lot of fun doing it this way and the other family was great to travel with too.
Both Maya and Nadia had their own cameras and between the three of us, we took over 2000 pictures! Ah, the glory of digital cameras. I uploaded just a few of those pictures each day to my Facebook page.
Here are just a few of my absolute favorite pictures from the trip:
The girls had a wonderful time and Maya learned a lot from the trip. It was the best combination of a fun and educational trip. Both girls had assignments from school to present to their class about their trip. Nadia had a journal that she wrote in and we printed out pictures to show what we did each day. Maya had to do a PowerPoint presentation about her trip. Her teacher gave her specific instructions, so it wasn't a free-form journal like Nadia's. Both girls did amazing jobs. I'll share those at some point too...both of them have been carrying their projects with them to show off to various friends and to others at school. They are so proud of themselves and I'm thrilled that they have this chance to show off a bit. It is doing wonders for their self-esteem. Plus, they are more likely to remember this trip for a very long time.
I just finished reading Cormac McCarthy's The Road and wow. What a powerful book. Scary, endearing, and utterly sad. But with hope too. I cried a few times while reading it and it left me...well, I don't know what it left me, actually. I guess confused would be a good word, but that barely scrapes the surface of what I'm feeling. I read it because the trailer of the movie with Viggo Mortensen made me want to see the movie, (I'll be honest - it was mainly Viggo who made me want to see this movie) but Chris said "But you hated No Country for Old Men." And yes, I hated that movie with a passion, but this movie doesn't seem like it is about violence for violence's sake. And so I figured I'd read the book first. And now, I'm scared to see the movie. Not because of the violence, but because of how much I will cry. I know I will. But I'm also scared that the movie won't show the depth of the book - the love, the sadness, the hope. All it will show is the violence because that is what people want to see (at least that's what Hollywood seems to think). I guess though, I did see something in the trailers that moved me enough to go out and get this book and read it. That means something.
I wonder now if there is much in the book No Country for Old Men that was left out of the movie. Maybe, maybe not. I think that the basis of that movie, a drug deal gone bad, doesn't leave much room for decency. And the hitman, the scary creepy one, was an executioner. If you met him, you were meant to die. At least, according to him. Didn't matter if you were a good guy or a bad guy.
I will say that though I hated No Country for Old Men for the themes, I will acknowledge that it was a powerful movie. And whether I hate it or love it, it is the powerful movies that I remember. That's got to count for something.
I wish it wasn't raining today. What a dreary day. I recommend reading The Road but not on a dreary day. Although, it might have made the book even more real. I don't know.