Archive for September, 2004
Reggie made it to the Wind Ensemble Band, playing the flute. He also made it to the Jazz Band, playing the Soprano Sax. Meetings on both, a total of four days a week.
Niece A: Tita, did Ryland tell you about Terry Fox Day? I went. Amica said that Ryland has a girlfriend.
Me: Did you mean Amelia? He said that she was his girlfriend in kindergarten. But she’s in the Bilingual (French) class now.
Niece A: No, he walked with Brooklyn.
Mom: Ryland, do you have a new girlfriend?
Ryland: Yeah, I think.
Mom: Who did you walk with at Terry Fox Run?
Ryland: I wanted to pick Amica, but Skye picked her. Then Brooklyn picked me. (was embarrassed)
Mom: That’s OK.
Reggie auditioned for the wind ensemble choir on Tuesday and for jazz band on Thursday. He had to be in school early on both days, so we had to wake up at 6:00 a.m. On Wednesday night, he gave me Lori’s phone number, which was given by Mr. K, the band teacher. Mr. K was impressed with Reggie’s audition piece since he learned it on his own and it was a hard piece. He suggested that Reggie take private lessons with Lori.
Fall officially started today. Temperature in the morning was 5 degrees C. Highest temperature was 18 degrees C. Some leaves were already turning yellow.
Ryland played outside with his cousins after school. When he came back inside, he had several mosquito bites on his legs. On his right leg, he had one on the knee, and just below, four big ones in a row on his leg. And then two more close to the ankle on his left leg. This morning, he wanted to wear shorts, but I was reluctant because I didn’t want him to be bitten when they have outside recess at school. He decided to wear long pants anyway.
Ryland: I know Jordan’s last name, it’s Young.
Mom: Oh, I like that name.
Ryland: I know Amica’s last name, L—-. Ancie’s last name is the same, also Gaudie.
Mom: They have the same last names because they’re brothers and sisters.
Ryland: Mommy, what’s your last name?
Mom: The same as yours, S——–.
Ryland: Ooh! (and he flashed a smile.)
I bought my washer and dryer at a garage sale about ten years ago. They were still in good working condition after all those years, although the outside of the body have patches of rust. I changed the washer fan belt shortly after I bought it. Two weeks ago, my sister asked me if I wanted to buy her washer and dryer since she was buying new ones. R have always wanted to buy a new set of washer/dryer because he claims that our old ones could be very noisy and they distracted his music listening down there in the basement. He agreed to buy sis’ washer/dryer. Her new ones were delivered today. I have to get rid of my old ones. I was thinking of giving them away to charity or to any friend who might be interested. But instead, I asked the delivery guys if they could dispose them off for me. They agreed to do it at a reasonable price.
As I watched the two delivery guys carry off my washer with two wide yellow belts strapped on their shoulders, choreographing their steps up and down the basement stairs, I felt a lump rose in my throat. I was sad to let the washer/dryer go.
Once or twice a year, I clean out our storage in the laundry room. Some clothes and stuff – I give away to my sister, or to charity. I don’t have a hard time giving those away. But this time I was really having a hard time letting go of our washer/dryer. They were one of the first appliances I ever owned. I used them every single week. I was always the one who washed our clothes. They stood there in the basement as I tried to remove apple stains on baby shirts, green grass stains on my children’s jeans, and red chapstick marks on Reggie’s sleeves. They were there when I tried to shake out shredded tissues that were left in pockets and when I tried to soak Reggie’s light grey Power Rangers shirt that turned pink when R did the laundry while I was in the hospital with my second baby. That’s why when I delivered my third baby, I was anxious to get home so that I could sort the laundry myself before he washed them.
I guess it’s the memories that come with my washer/dryer that makes it hard for me to let go. Anyway, those memories will stay with me even though I part with my old rusty appliances. I’m sure that I will make new memories with my new ones.
Today is the 15th anniversary of my migrating here in Canada. I was 6 and a half months pregnant with Reggie then. I brought only one box. I carried a heavy handbag and another huge, long bag were I put a statue of Mama Mary, which Ma asked me to bring. Mama’s friends greeted me at the airport that Fall evening. We then all headed to her apartment on Partridge Avenue where she prepared a small feast for all of us. I left R in the Philippines with the hopes of sponsoring him later on. The first few weeks were very emotionally hard for me. There were times when I thought that I wanted to go back home to the Philippines. But I stayed strong and here we all are now.