Your Daily Paws

Day: March 12, 2006

  • 20060312-Mother Earth

    My dream worlds are many and even had one of my vivid dreams of Kiev in Mother Russia. I do not remember much from the dream itself but I’ve heard a few minutes ago on a local publicly supported station on cable the most moving and beautiful song ever, Russian National Anthem. The singer is full of pride as he sings in front of the Red Square in Moscow. And the event for him is similar in pride to an American singing in front of the White House. I had goose flesh from hearing the presentation tonight and the singer is quite handsome too.

    I enjoyed other public televised presentations like ballets, operas, symphonies and documentaries of all kinds. Nothing could compare to the talents of solo artists that play in concert halls in front of audience or outside near historical landmarks. Some productions present the cultural backgrounds of people and history while the songs are playing in the background.

    The solo performances of guitarists and violinists accompanied by orchestrations and singers in the background have gained my interest over the years. I grew up with the sounds of music from playing the piano at home and from listening to the soothing sounds of guitars and violins. The stringed instruments are more familiar and relaxing to me.

    Singing is by far the most versatile instrument any human could have. We could sing alone in the shower or together in a choir. One could sing softly of romantic preludes or loudly of racial prejudices. The voice of one person could sing praises of glory for overcoming social injustice or mourn loses in honor of fighting for freedom. The voice of unified people is powerful and calms the savage beasts that promote war, famine, disease and death.

    Now that the Cold War is over between these two great and powerful nations, I feel the connection of spirit through the love of song, dance and cultural ideals being shared across different parts of the world. The cultural presentation tonight has inspired this writer to know that we the people on this earth have learned of each other’s hopes for a better future.

    Mother Earth has come a long way too of uniting everyone no matter where they live. There is only one world and the talent of each individual from each country has but to bring these hearts together through music and arts. My personal hope is to learn from other countries that have much to offer in peace.

    Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.

  • 20060312-Sun Dried

    Laundry is being done on this Sunday, the day of rest. Rest is not practical in today’s working class suburban. There are chores to do, bills to pay and blogging to compose. Outside is a blistery cold and blue sky peeking from behind the puffy clouds that seem more frequent in the past year. The mockingbirds sound their mating calls in the morning and late at nights.

    The day is quite relaxing as I try to digest Maw’s overly big version of hamburger patties, which she mashed with her bare hands last night to get the seasonings well blended. The taste did not jive with my diminishing lack of smell. And I had to eat my chewable papaya enzyme tables to aid in the digestion of this foodstuff.

    Paw did a good job cooking and not burning the meat outside on the char broiler, which still has enough propane left in the still somewhat heavy tank. Paw is now enjoying his afternoon walk around back after meticulously cleaning up the grill and placing the equipment back under the open, wooden patio attached as part of the main house.

    His healthy lifestyle has been to eat apples and oranges every morning with at least one toast or plain bagel and warmed milk from the microwave. Then he takes his medication and vitamins religiously and on the designated hours. And though he has a large appetite, he still manages to maintain his medium build.

    It’s us women that tend to pack on the pounds and don’t know why this seems to be the case. We love to eat, hardly exercise but do take our vitamin supplements whenever we choose to remember. Walking is what we do around the house, outside the backyard and within the newly interior decorated shopping mall of the Great Mall in Milpitas, CA. We used to walk around parks and our neighborhood but that aggravated our allergies.

    Allergies have been in our lives. Brat and Maw have breathing ailments and coughing spells that don’t seem to go away. I get skin ailments that don’t want to heal and Paw seems to not get affected by anything at all except the occasional sniffles in the morning from being awaken too early. I wonder if Paw daily regime for physical fitness is an area we have overlooked.

    I’d look over the pages to find the answers of many health articles and still am curious as to why people would go to such extreme means to stay fit by working out at gyms, look years younger by getting plastic surgery and to live longer by jumping into the band wagons of various advertised products and services.

    Sure, I’ve struggled to fit into those tight jeans cutting off the circulations to my legs, the light blue eye shadows clashing with my dark brown eyes and feathered hair cuts sprayed upwards in hair-bear fashion.

    Working out at gyms made me sick inhaling these stinky smelly people who look like they rather date and eat meat that happen to be friendly enough to talk. Exercising at home didn’t do much to motivate my already blogging habit. And taking breaks and lunches at work wouldn’t make working any less enjoyable.

    It’s worth having a life knowing that the simple activities such as doing the laundry is exercise enough. Unloading the basketful of damp clothes and hanging outside to dry under the radiant Sun is almost like doing a workout. Bending down repeatedly to pick up the clothes and standing on the toes to reach the clothes line takes but a few minutes.

    Plus I get a farmer’s tan with my hairy forearms being darker than the rest of my paleness due in part for being a mixed breed of Asian, European and aboriginal Filipino of all sorts. So I don’t need to go to the tanning parlor, which I’ve done in the past with no success other than getting a red face.

    I feel more Asian and this is from the looks of my epicanthic fold of the eye and overall yellow toned paleness of the skin, European from my strong and wide, militaristic jaw line (of Paw’s side) and testy and suspicious nature (of both sides) bred from years under the Jesuit inquisition and Filipino from my somewhat kinky, hairy darkness, lack of a high bridged nose (with the exception of the males on Maw’s side) and attunement to nature.

    Nature is where I would find my niche. I’d take pictures of flowers and animals, walk among the tall grasses and weeds and drink the rays of the Sun behind my dark shades as I sit on a reclining plastic chair. Here is where I’d eat my sun dried tomato pizza while hanging the clothes to dry under the Sun. I love the smell of freshly sun dried laundry. It’s paradise where money doesn’t get washed or interferes with my blogs.

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