Oye Como Va

Walked out to Grigg's Park this morning. Spring is coming in. The trees are still bare and brown, so the streets still feel naked. When you look out in the woods and paths, it looks very crowded with people. I drove out to Watertown yesterday after a play date drop off, and the paths were so busy, I didn't walk. How I miss the real forests of the Cape. I rode my bike in the morning out and around Jamaica Pond in the morning. Still, it was a jean jacket and iced coffee day, so that's a win.

I finished listening to the Katrina podcast. It's a great piece of journalism and letting the teenager who's life was derailed have the last word was brilliant. We also watched the last It's a Sin last night. So very say, but well done. Davies is a great story teller with deep humanity.

Short week as I took two days off to clean and cook for Passover. Not looking forward to it. Another boulder on my back.

I'm putting together a playlist for the kids of music that I liked. DH plays his music all the time, but they don't really know mine. It's interesting to look back and of course the memory is selective. It will be interesting to listen to it and find the commonalities. Listening to Santana now because my uncle left his 45 of Oye Como Va at my Grandmother's house and I listened to it on my close and play. How much of myself do I keep contained? I work hard not to take up room and it has worked. What will be left of me? What will the kids remember? It's funny when I think back to when they were little, I was even less of a person. I remember the Awakening in 2008 to Amanda's music and theater, but there is still much I conceal.

Reading Murakmi's The Wind-Up Bird Chronicles. Funny to read it now, after reading so much of his more recent work. So strange, so softly sexist.