We just came back from the 99 cents only store in Hayward. As usual, we spent too much money on crap – though I got some sunflower oil and 2 lbs epsom salts for making cosmetics. But we also found Little Pet Shop pets (including this one
Afterwards, at McFrugal’s, I got a 15 pc travel container set for $3 – most of the pieces are small round jars, better for lip balm than lotion, but at that price I can’t complain. Alas, I could only find one bag.
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The girls and I have been making soap together for a couple of months. I was looking for activities we could do that would not bore me to hell – and soap and cosmetic making is close enough to cooking, that I enjoy it. It’s also fairly easy (if you use the pour & melt kind).
Well, last night Mika wanted to make soap and I wanted to watch Dollhouse, so she decided to do it on her own. She’s been working the microwave for a while, so I thought I might as well let her. Well, she did a great job! She did overheat the soap from time to time – and once the bowl was hot enough that she dropped it on the floor, lightly burning the top of her feet – and she did cut her thumb a little bit while cutting the soap in slices small enough to melt, but she survived. And she made some beautiful soaps all by herself! And she’s just shy of 7!
In a sadder note, yesterday Mika told me that she didn’t like my work and that she didn’t like me talking about it with Mike. She said she couldn’t understand how I could be looking at pictures of dead people all the time, without crying. The thing is, I do cry quite often. I tried to tell her about some positive aspects of my work – but I really couldn’t think of any. But what this tells me is that I have to take more care on talking to Mike about work when she’s on earshot – or having pictures on my screen when she’s around.
This is one of my favorite songs. It was written by Pablo Milanés in 1976, 3 years after the coup d’etat that started one of the bloodiest periods in Chilean history – where the military disappeared and massacred thousands of Chilean citizens.
Here is a translation:
I will step once again on the streets
of what was bloodstained Santiago
and in a beautiful liberated town square
I will stop to cry for those who are absent.
I will come from the scorching desert
and I’ll come out of the woods and lakes
and I’ll evoke from a hill of Santiago
my brothers who died before.
I, joined with whom did much and little,
with whom wants this land liberated,
I will shoot the first bullets
rather earlier than later, without respite.
The books, the songs, will return
those burnt by murdering hands
my people will be reborn from its ruins
and the traitors will pay for their guilt.
A child will cry in a tree-lined avenue,
and will sing with his new friends
and that song will be the song of the soil
to a life ended in La Moneda.
I will step once again on the streets
of what was bloodstained Santiago
and in a beautiful liberated town square
I will stop to cry for those who are absent.
Don’t ask the POM company, makers of POM pomegranate juice. They don’t seem to know how to spell it.
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