My mother decided she'd cook out today and called my Aunt Maritza to make some rice and come over and eat. She grilled some chicken in my Grandfather's grill with charcoal, a taste I can only remember from my early years, back when I was about 6; when gas grills became huge. She made potato salad, and boiled some plantains. We ate really well!
I went with my grand dad to meet up with Aunt Maritza's husband, Tito, at my Great Unlcle Dentist's house to talk about a construction job. He wants to extend the rear end of his house by 20 feet. They measured up the dimensions and worked out numbers while I shot some pictures. My grand dad looks good in his glasses. Tito has been out of work for a few weeks and this is a good thing coming to him and his brother. The economy here in Puerto Rico is crap and its rough times for a lot of labor workers.
When we got back I finally opened up my laptop and started typing out these journals, which I had handwritten because of my charger being broken. My Uncle Carlos came into the house, stopped me and asked me to come with him to drop off some of the fish they caught to a friend from work and to drop off the rear differencial from a 50s Ford Bronco to some mechanic. Of course I agreed. When we got to the mechanic's shop, my attention was immediately caught by a Mazda Protege that was lowered and was labeled Mazdaspeed/turbo. You guys know how I love cars. I wandered off when I noticed that right outside of the shop, there was a beautiful view of Yauco and the surrounding mountains at dusk. I took my camera out and shot a nice picture of the view. When I went back into the shop the owner of the shop noticed my interest in the Protege and told me he had something else covered up that he thought I would like. He pulled back the cover to show me an old yellow Datsun restored and drag ready. It was a beautiful sight, until he did the unthinkable; he opened up the hood: SR20DET, custom EVERYTHING; hybrid Garrett turbo, shop designed fuel injectors, etc. adding up to 500hp; it became beast. I ended up having a long conversation with the mechanic about my old Celica and politics, we exchanged knowledge on issues in Puerto Rico and the United States. Pretty good bonding experience with my Uncle as well. We drove back and I conclude my day by writing this journal.
She has a hammock that my mom had given to her as a gift many years ago, so I put it up and laid in it behind a beautiful view. I realized after an hour or two that I had fallen asleep, so I got up and went into her house and watched Spiderwick. My aunt Maritza's kids were out and about playing all around the house until some man selling strange fruit, called quenepas, came by and they all came to a stand still and focused on the fruit. What a beautiful picture.
We got all of our stuff together and went back to my Grandparent's house. I took my laptop out again to see what the problem was and I diagnosed that there was a broken connection within my charger cable. I dissected the cable and made the best attempt at fixing the problem I could. After a copper cable and electrical tape, I had access to my laptop. Having my laptop meant a few things. I could:
-work on my new poem
-write my journals for each day for my blog
-shoot pics and edit at the end of the day
-upload pics from my camera to my laptop and have the freedom to shoot as many pictures as I want on this trip
-get on the internet when ever I get to a house that has it
-have something to do during down time
There are all good things! I watched TV for a little while and then went to bed after that. Being in the sun is draining.
Today I woke up after an hour of sleep after doing the whole Thursday night Wine Up routine. Me and my mom went to the airport, and as usual, my travel plans were tainted in some kind of way. The airline overbooked the flight by 30 passangers, and were offering flyers a free round trip flight if we re-scheduled our flight to a later departure. Of course I saw passed the idiocracy going on and fought to keep our flight in order. We ended up leaving 30 minutes late and arriving on time.
The actual flight was all turbulance, from the moment we took off, to the moment we landed. I ended up sitting next to an older tourist couple, who were very awkward and sleepy, and had a short conversation with them before we all fell into a deep sleep. They said I reminded them of their nephew, who is in film school some where in Pennsylvania. The pilot got on the intercom and told us we were going to land. I had doubts in his flying experience so I was wide awake for the landing. I got off of the plane safely.
It was 1:30pm. The air was hot and thick with humidity. My aunt, Maritza; one of her daughters, Dayleen; and her husband, Tito; picked us up to drive 3 hours from the airport in San Juan to my Grandparents house in Yauco. I slept through the most of the drive. I was thrilled to find out we had stopped for food, for I had not eaten since Wine Up, the night before. We sat down at this roasted pork spot hidden at the top of a mountain. The food was to die for and engraved in my mind for ever. When we got to my grandparent's house... My laptop's charger was broken and I had nothing else to do, so I went straight to sleep.
Its been months since I give myself the time to write on my blog, its something I am really guilty about. For those of you disappointed, I'm sorry. For those of you who are not, you should be. Here's something new I'm working on... remember- work in progress, ya'll get the exclusive. :)
Being is a hard thing to live with when you're a leaf.
Lost. lonely. broken. scared. abused. blind.
This is to:
The young girls who want to love little boys hard because daddy wasn't there.
The ones looking for fathers in step fathers who can only see their mother's ex lovers in them.
The beautiful who won't look in the mirror because they only see the ugly.
The ugliest win over sins is finally being comfortable in your skin,
and DAMN IT you're still feeling at a loss...
Resurrect green chlorophyl with passion.
You need to remember the last time love felt real
and hold onto it for ever.
when you're feeling like a happy red
when tomorrow hopes to be a sunny day
and today its been nothing but rain, sweat and tears
cooling you down
face angry and wet coloring you a shiny crimson
because your mood is based on today's negativity
when ever you're feeling blue
when the sky is falling and your-
-eye to eye, face to face, ear to ear with the troposphere
and you can't breathe because the air is thinner now
When lungs and veins dry up.
when bruises on heart have you feeling purple.
When tornado gusts and hurricane blows are holding you back from reaching your potential.
when you feel like your next breath
is going to take more energy out of you than you can pull in,
When life doesn't show you the next set of options
and rock bottom at fifteen makes you believe letting go from the branch to a
yellow suicide is the only way out of this fucked up world,
Hold on, I got you.
I might not be the greatest example.
but I can promise to be there
When love leaves and leaves scars,
and teach you how to fall like leaves when the wind blows in Autumn.
Fall skillfully, beautifully;
fall and Don't make a sound.
Fall and Don't let your demise be earth quaking
fall and Baby don't let the world see you with your knees to the ground.
change colors and fall, like it was meant to be.
I'll rake up the pieces of your heart and put them in a nice pile for you.
I'll be the helping hand.
I'll be your life's savior.
Suck the positive energy out of me, pull in.
Hold on to me for as long as it takes for you to
get back up on your feet and balanced;
and this time, know to be ready for the next blow.
Life, is not a fairy tale.
Happy endings are only temporary.
Magic only exists when you come to terms with reality
and fall in love with the reflection in the mirror
and realize its not easy being human.
We've all got problems.
Stability is only a hopeless dream if you're hopeless.
Dream to push the sky out of reach.
Dream to be successful.
Dream to be that bright star in the sky.
Dream to keep your balance in order.
Because its not the fall that will kill you.
its staying down and not wanting ever getting back up.
Hold on to love.
Hold on to for ever.
Let go of yesterday and promise to carry tomorrow out more carefully.
Be prepared for what the next season may bring to you, or take from you.