Mar 3
Breath B****!
I know, it’s provocative. But it’s the theme of one of my favourite art piece from my friend R. From him jokingly reminding me the art piece as I was renting about sociale issues in the morning, to calming myslef down as I stressed over my laboratory report, to getting an extraordinary Thai massage from R that opened up my rib cage for more air. I may not have figured out all the aspects of my lab report, though I definitely grasp the concepts at play very well.
I’ll have more work to do on that report tomorrow, for now, I’m going to bed to reap the benefits of my massage. I’m much happier at R, and B’s place. Their house is my oasis, where art, food, creativity, and intellect intertwine. As we cross path in the kitchen to arrange meals, and munch, great conversations get triggered with any family members. Young, and old, family or friends, theirs always someone to bounce ideas of. I wonder if R, and B know how unique their household is. That their generous hospitality isagnetic to everyone around them. The kids’ friends like to visit, and hang out. R and B’s social circle always gravitate around their house. Not a day goes by without a call, a visit or a person sleeping over. It’s lively, it’s healthy.
I think I figured out a way to stick around more often. I have to consult the chief in command, Madame B for approval, but I think visits where I prepare food for the week to come will free enough time to allow me to leave the proximity of my campus. To be continued. Bed time now.
