From Weary to Teary

Saturday: “And then the tears come..”

I do not want to wake up early, but do not want to miss out on a shopping trip. We go to the Myanmar Lacquerware Shop (hand painted, intricately detailed wood pieces) a furniture shop (hand carved and built pieces and an antique store that was closed and then a restaurant called Sharkeys that had wonderful food (I had a fresh tuna salad) and “to die for” gelato.  I have found that you can go to places that cater to the expat community or try to do the local fair. I think I will allow myself a few nice places with food I recognize once every wee or two, but mainly eat what my maid cooks and at local eateries.  I buy some nice things for gifts and a beautiful black lacquered lamp.  I took some pictures, but they do not show the artisan quality.

 And the tears come.  So today after shopping was the first opportunity I had alone in the house with nothing to do (ok- I could grade papers, but tomorrow is Sunday and the day I have set aside for that). So I figure out the TV, unwrapped my goods from the shopping trip and catch up with Facebook. I am feeling ok until I start messaging Dylan.  Today is his moving day.  I want to be there.  I know he can do it without me, but the mom in me feels the pull.  We Skype and I get to see both the boys and Bentley- oh, I miss them so- my heart aches. I am sure they had more pressing things to do than see their mom do the “ugly cry” but I just couldn’t help it.  And then the power goes out and I am in the dark.  I hope this is not an indication of things to come.  One never knows where things will lead, but I am realistic about having these moments, so I will allow myself them and then move on.  That’s the healthy thing to do- get it out and then get on with it.  So I write. Thanks for listening.

 

 Many parks

 Hand carved furniture

 Look closely- old fashioned excel sheet for workers

 Hand crafted lacquerware- something Myanmar is known for