Camilo spent the day in medical coma while I stared at the hospital’s wall for 6 hours straight. But luckily, the surgery on his foot went well.
Fixing mrs. Feetka (4.10.17)
Plant a tree. (#terminaldays #3 4.9.17)
I always wanted to plant a tree. Heck, I’ve had the seeds of a ginkgo tree to plant for about 10 years. I’m not sure if they are still good, but it’s worth a try.
Today is the day I finally plant a tree.
Visit Stockholm. Ride a bus into the water. (#terminaldays #2 4.1-4.2.17)
Today is my terminal day and I want: to see Stockholm, ride a bus into the water, and have really delicious Japanese food that isn’t sushi.
Check, check and checkcheckcheck!
I fell in love with Stockholm. I hope that sometime in the next few years we’ll get a chance to actually live there for a while and discover the city’s summer glory. There’s just so much history in the centuries-old buildings, and so much magic in the 14 islands and all its bridges. The city has immense character.
When I was in Albany there was this ‘duck’ bus that would do bus tours of the city, and then drive into the Hudson River full-speed. I was always perplexed about the whole operation.. what for? why? and, how the hell? Ironically, there was one of those in Stockholm, and we actually got on it, because Camilo’s foot wasn’t healthy enough to walk. And, it was a ton of fun!
The dino hunt (3.29.17)
The fun part of getting an Etsy order is over. Now, I actually have to fulfill those orders!
Sleeves rolled up, coffee ready. And then, realization: oh shit. I have no dinos and no packaging supplies.
I literally went to 9 Dollar Trees stores, 2 Michaels and 1 Joann’s stores before I gave up, and only because my car had a giant nail in one of its tires. Stressed out, anxious and overwhelmed- these were not the feelings I ever imagined I’d have over a pair of dinos in frames.
Somehow, I made it. I was able to fulfill one of my orders with a different dino than pictured on the order, and I actually drove two hours to hand-deliver the other order.
It WAS a success!
First TWO Etsy orders! (3.28.17)
I couldn’t sit still at work today. At 11:59AM my first order came in for two frames.
I lost my shit.
I’m actually making money on this thing? AH!
AND THEN! Around 3PM another one came in. I actually thought someone (uhm, Camilo) was fucking with me- there’s no way- I thought.
Nope, it wasn’t a lie! It was real life. I got my first orders in! Now, I had to actually filfill them…
The coons invade (3.26.17)
Holy shit, so in addition to the hardcore partying/snoring Peruvian family, we also have a raccoon family as neighbors. CanILiiiive?!
I couldn’t sleep all night, worried about the potential financial setback and the likely problems with our Airbnb guests.
😦
Indulge in Korean spa goodness. Write your story. (#terminaldays #1, 3.25-3.26)
Earlier this week, I heard this amazing ted talk by Ricardo Semler. I love all of the ideas he introduces in the talk- the guy is so wise. I immediately wanted to implement his ‘terminal days’ in my own life.
So, I did. I proclaimed Sundays my terminal days- those are days when I pretend I’m about to die. Morbid? Maybe, but sobering too.
So, what would I do if I was about to die? Apparently, I’d go to a Korean spa (priorities!) and have a load of Korean food (PRIORITIES), I’d buy music festival tickets, and, I’d write a long piece about me, my family and the values I hold dear.
Thank you, universe. That was a really nice weekend 🙂
Volunteering at the shelter (3.22.17)
We volunteered at the shelter today for the last time this year. A really nice Brazilian lady who cooked the food recommended that we check out the Whitney Museum- her favorite spot in NYC. We also learned a lot about Trinidad from one of the ladies who stays at the shelter.
I have to say, I hate spending nights at the shelter. I am never able to sleep, ever. But those sleepless nights are a reminder of my fortune- my safe home, my good job and my family that would never abandon me on the street. Just with that- I am so much more ahead than many.
Recently, I read someone say ‘If you feel the need to give back, you probably took too much.’ It’s true- I’ve been given so much and I always took it for granted. I never asked- who am I to deserve an amazing mother/brother/husband/other? I just took it for what it is and always felt like I deserve everything I get. When really… I just happen to have hit the jackpot.
Also, there’s this view in the morning:
Feetka is broken (03.20.17)
Well, turns out Mrs. is actually broken- she’s been broken for a while now. Camilo’s typical ‘oh, it’s no big deal, my ankles are just unstable’ every time he tripped should have really been ‘forgive my stubbornness not to see a doctor, I actually have a broken foot’.
Meanwhile, I looked up today:
Feetka gets too loose (03.19.17)
Mrs. Feet did too much body loose today and turned swollen and purple as a result (NOT as fun as people may imagine, definitely not). We applied home remedies of vinegar and it got a little better, but not quite enough to walk.
We hanged the chalkboard though, and it looks so beautiful! Our home finally feels livable (cheap, yes, but livable).
Magda Is Learning 