ON TRUST, JMOM'S TAG, AND THEN SOME


All our bags are packed and we're ready to go and no, I'm not just singing about how it's rainin' and pourin' and an old man who's snorin'. Yesterday, we were on our way for a week in La Costa, in the outskirts of San Diego, for business and pleasure... well, it's Papa for the business and me for the pleasure... and I am actually writing this in my hotel room while Papa is in a pre-conference meeting and I'm feeling like a vagabond book-author who relies on the charity of friends and benefactors to survive while writing, if I may borrow what Kat dubbed as, the Great American Novel. I could actually be out shopping at Carlsbad right now but Vivien, my friend from Shanghai, is not due to arrive until tomorrow and I thought it would be nice if we just did it together on Wednesday. So here I am with nothing to do (at least nothing that I want to do just yet) and I know housekeeping will be by in no time to shoo me out so she can clean the room and what better way to spend that interval than to blog. I mean, this is really, really perfect! The sun is out (where it can't reach me... heh), I have my cup of coffee (free, as much as I want, filter failure and all... pwe!) and nothing but my mp3 music to remind me of, well, I don't know what exactly. But yeah, you get the picture.

10 minutes on the road and I turn to Papa and ask, 'Did you double lock the front door?' And he nodded yes. So I turned my attention again to what was hurling past my window and then I just felt I had to ask, 'You're sure all the lights were turned off.' Again he nodded in affirmation. So I settled down on my seat, nice and comfy as you please and for just one more time felt like asking, 'Did you lock the back door?' And yet again, the patient nod.

I think I am lucky like that, to have someone who can save me from self-inflicted and paranoia-driven inconveniences, to have someone I can ask once and whatever he says in response is something I know I can rely on. If it was left up to me, I would have turned back to check, and then maybe do it again for good measure, and then perhaps do it just one more time cause you could never really be too sure with these things. It drives me crazy whenever I do that, every single time and I am just so grateful that there is somebody in my life that I can trust.

Hmm... trust. Do you believe that it is so much easier to believe a man who says that no, he's not cheating on you than one who says that yes, he double locked the front door? No kidding. You see, when it comes to matters of disloyalty, women, I find, at least at the outset, would gravitate towards smoothing things out by believing their men's denial of it. The burden of proof, once denied, falls on the woman after all, and if she's one bit of smart, she will know that she doesn't need that crap. Whereas, proving whether the front door has been double locked or not has absolutely nothing to it. I mean, what does it take? Just go check it out. It's so easy to nitpick on things like that, it becomes almost a pleasure in itself.

But anyway, I am sorry if I have muddled your confusion even more... heh. I guess I am just grateful that I have never been given reason to test the validity of the aforementioned theory... double heh.

Two weeks ago, JMom tagged me in the Name That Blog Meme. It asks why the name of my blog. Well, I wanted to work around something that had to do with coffee for the simple reason that I love it. So too, I love what it represents for me... having the time to chew over things about my life, taking stock of what I am continually grateful for and a handful that I can say I am proud of, being conscious about a few select moments where I can breathe in and breathe out way above all that is harried and hurried in my typical day. A Cup of Coffee is so commonplace and just didn't say all of it for me.

So why 'dejabrew?' It's a spin-off from the legitimate word, 'deja vu' obviously and I feel it says all about what I want to express in my blog, with the added notion that anyone who comes and reads might just about find one and something in it that they can recognize in their own lives and feel a connection.

I am not one for deep reflections. I don't have the charisma to make people laugh. I don't have the propensity for great arguments. But here I can make space for the reader. My life, after all, is not much different from anyone else's.

There JMom, mission accomplished. I'm sorry that it took so long but I hope I made you happy. So now I pass the torch to:

Dr. Emer for his Parallel Universes
Mari for her Quintissentially I
Owen for his Samu't Sari and Sundry
Junnie for his Memento
Tito Rolly for his Soft Grumbles

On the afternoon of April 17, the E Street Band's organist and keyboard player of 40 years, Danny Federici lost his battle to melanoma. Bruce Springsteen delivered a very moving eulogy for his 'blood brother' on his funeral and you can read it on Bruce Springsteen's site. At the end of the eulogy, there are 2 video clips, one is a tribute to Danny and the other is a segment of their show in Indianapolis on March 20 with a song called. 'Sandy.'

In the eulogy, Bruce relates how, on the night of what would be Danny's last performance, he asked what Danny would like to play and the man said, 'Sandy.' Right off the bat.

How does one do that? Out of all the songs he has heard in his lifetime, out of all the music he has tapped on the keys, how can he choose one so readily, so decisively, without having to rummage around and get stuck trying to make the choice? How does one pick that one song he would play for the last time? Do things really become so much easier, so much simpler, when we're running out of time? Or does embracing the things in our life with such extreme passion enable us to pick, at any given moment, perhaps at the most important moment, the one that stands out from the rest as readily as we do our one true love? How? I certainly don't know.

What I do know is, I do not want to spend the rest of my life picking my song and find myself with no time left to listen to it.