Jueves means Thursday
It isn’t usually so quiet around here, as quiet is not my nature. But, you know, sometimes a thing like a pukey stomach bug washes the brain of anything smart to say. I have been a little green these last few days.
I could tell you a few things, like how I sat in front of the TV while I folded and tagged and bagged more t-shirts than I want to remember so I could participate in entrepreneurial good Karma and donate the tees for a local event. Give a little, get a lot, they say. I’m going to hire someone one day…
On our adult and children’s Spanish t-shirt site, Chichi & Flaco, we’re promoting a Mami and child t-shirt combo: The “Porque, porque, porque?” for the short people and “Porque, si!” for Mami. Chancleta not included. (More Mami Mother’s Day designs coming soon.)
I could also tell you about how the spring flowers are in bloom here — wild irises, foam flower, and wild violets. There are birds nesting everywhere in our woods, wild turkeys are showing off in the fields and the guineas are delighting in an abundance of bugs. I wish you could see it too. Makes you feel like everything is going to be OK with the world.
I’ve been following the Web conversations and debates about the new travel rules to Cuba. Gonna keep my mouth shut on that one…again. The Cubanoverse is very divided. As with most things Cuba these days, I head first for Yoani Sanchez. See what she says here.
Tomorrow is my 16th wedding anniversary. I’ll probably write about it over at Parenting.com in the a.m.
Then on Saturday, I jump on a plane all.by.myself. Yes. All.By.Myself. The very idea makes me as happy as a kid awaiting summer break, and as deathly afraid as an clean freak on a New York Subway. It’s a combined work and pleasure trip. My media whore skills are needed in Denver. Couldn’t think of sharing in a nicer place.
Happy Jueves…and may the bug not bite you.
On my spring break here,was green all week! Coughing up barbaridades too. Need to get better before back-to-school on Monday, where I can catch yet another bug from the kids!
I too was freaked out a while back when I had to fly alone; I was surprised at myself, like, did I need someone to hold my hand or something? In some cases, I suppose I still need/want to be led, helped, protected. Un poquito.
And then, salgan de mi camino!!!