Maid me Crazy

Birthday boy is having a party at Playland today. Video games and Burger King or some other fast food.

Spoke to Sandra, his teacher and he has been approved to the 3rd grade...his only flaws being some difficulty in sitting down and stop chatting with his friends during the lesson. Bad handwriting runs in the family  and makes the teacher's go bananas.

The maid went back to Bahia and left the ship. The invisible woman has to teach, clean, cook and translate at the same time. Crazy it is to try to juggle so many roles that you are supposed to have without complaint, of course.

It has happened so many times that it has become default, some kind of Christmas Holiday Celebration. Everything is where it should be. The book is on the table. The cat is on the roof. The boy is eight years old and I am so proud!

They went dancing last night. The Limelight was busting with activity on a holiday weekend. Kel, Fe,Mel and Mars celebrating life itself. Of course, it was difficult to move around in the bursting activity, maybe 2000 people.

The music was perfect- 70's and 80's mostly....and after two a.m 90's and so on.

Mel meet foot guy. She had sprained her ankle and received a foot massage. The title of the most beautiful foot in the night was well received. At least it doesn't hurt so much anymore.

Ready for more dancing, Mel joins her group back again. Foot guy goes away. Step by step.

Last night, I was playing my beautiful red guitar when suddenly the whole city of 20 million people plus other states went dark.

Total blackout for over 7 hours, depending on the neighborhood. My guitar gently weeped, frustrated and embarrassed...How dependent can one be on electricity? My whole world revolves around it.....

Some guy at the bar said that my guitar had provoked the power failure, ah,ah,ah...I felt so powerful in a powerless night. Of course, I wanted to throw my guitar on him, but did not wish to damage it to prove my point. The guitar, not his head, I mean.

Well, whose fault is it anyway? Even the president has put the blame elsewhere. Blame it on Bossa Nova. Paraguay went completely dark, too...

The light of the ending batteries of my notebook were showing me the way to my bed. No news, no television, no uol home page. I need to buy an old fashioned radio for emergencies.

The invisible woman disappeared in the shadows of the endless night.

Music in one room, the television in other...the cold wind wisks through the cracks of the windows. The cup of hot lichie vanilla tea is almost empty. Why didn't he call yet? Will he call? I wonder...I hope...

I can't see very well in this light, must turn it up. The music is perfect for my mood today.It is cold and the rain won't stop, so I will go to the wonderful world of self distraction... Ibirapuera Mall

Or I might go to Morumbi today, but the driving may get in the way. I dislike driving in the pouring rain, I can't see very well. Wish to see cleary now.

Finally the sun decided to come and stay, but the air of the city is as dry as the Sahara desert, according to the news. She must drink tons of water today.

Her son Josh has just come back from a swim in the pool of the buiding and the tv in the bedroom is on. It is nice to have him near, even if in the other room and concentrated on his video games and toys...nice and smart child. The Universe is great, it is one of those perfect ordinary moments.

She loves lazy Sunday mornigs and walking around my with her Hello Kitty short doll. A nice cup of intant coffee and maybe a chat with a friend. All is perfect in the world today. Latter mother and son will be off to the shopping mall for lunch ,kiddy meal or even some nice Japanese sushi and sashimi.

When the sun comes out her soul hangs out to dry and everything seems possilbe. Everything.

Let the sun shine, let the sun shine...! Let the sunshine in.

Getting up at 6 a. m on a freezing August morning...not her cup of tea. She feels a little under the weather but she likes being productive. Two classes to teach in Moema, not that far away. It will get warmer latter...tonight is accoustic guittar night, so that makes the day brighter. Life is good but she needs to put some socks on, no sandals this morning and let's drink a cup of coffe instead. Will buy an electric guitar for her birthday.

The best thing about getting older is that people have given up discouraging you and accept the craziness of your ways...or how normal you actually are, whatever that means... Easy like Sunday Morning...great song for the guitar, by the way. She looks at the wall clock, time to go 6:55 am...just enough time to get some lipstick on and comb her long hair. Today is Tuesday. Ah, and I has got to be red...and look like a Fender, of course...but one day...the real thing!

The invisible woman becomes transparent when she writes...isn´t that a paradox? The more she writes, the more she disappears. That is the point of being invisible!

Ivoninha and Tania surprised her! They just showed up and they enjoyed music together.

She just came back from a Harp concert and now she need to learn a new instrument.

I loved it, It was...just like banging a xylophone ( the only letter x on her kiddy dictionary).She felt silly and loved it, but had to pretend She was playing something just to please the crowd inside herself.

And that is the best kind of music, silly music of the soul. Totally unprofessional!

Sundown is always the moment when she fells anxious and weary. Sounds like a vampire thing.

Why is still a mystery. Maybe it is just hunger or some female water retention. The invisible woman had raisins and wallnuts as a snack and the right mood kicked in.

A nice shower finished the job...so nice and warm, dripping down her naked body craving for some circulatory release...no time for the other stuff now, maybe latter. Maybe drink some Tru Blood.

The gentle winter sunshine peeks through the window and places a sky kiss on her cheek. Music decorates the room with cheer and joy after 10 days of gloomy weather. Ready to sing today and that way the good vibes will be the rule and not the exception. Rock rules, of course, and Janis will be present with her particular style to complete the evening.

Her friends may defeat the laziness that the cold weather with no central heating shed upon people in this megacity and show up today. Life is good. Meeting friends is fantastic.

Transparent now...floating like a spirit, glowing like a supernatural being who wants to be a fully human woman but feels so lightheaded... loneliness is her companion, home is a safe haven....can not protect her self from life so makes her own rules...

The inner child has many needs and tantrums.

The girl wants to be seen but her ghostly self gets in the way...when is she going to be embraced? When will her feelings be cherished and respected? She keeps on hugging her soul. The ocean is warm and fierce today.