Grave of Beetles

Like I may have said numerous times on this blog, one of the reasons we chose this house is because of its environment, unique birds, lizards, trees, plants and insects.

While we see all sorts of moths and bugs, I commented once that I no longer see the kind of beetles I saw as a kid. They are the cute brown types that feeds on tree sap. I don't know exactly what their scientific name to provide you a name, but they are really cute and not repulsive at all.

So perhaps I may have summoned them, because during the past several weeks, they made a reappearance in my life, especially when it rains at night. They go inside the house, three or maybe four at a time, and then they die.

Yesterday, I scooped one out from the folds of our living room curtain and placed him outside on a horsetail shoot in front of our window,which I closed just in case he decides to sneak back in. Maybe it's the warm light we're using or maybe this mother of beetles has a nest here and she decided to have a family. I am not sure.

It's starting to bug me. So I pick them up as soon as I could, if I can, and let them out of the window. Unfortunately, I cannot save them all. There is one, just this morning, in the bathroom, floating in a tub of soapy water; one on the floor to be swept out; one dead on a bowl; and you just start feeling sorry for them.

Suddenly, I was able to understand what Holden Caulfield was saying:

Thousands of little kids, and nobody's around - nobody big, I mean - except me. And I'm standing on the edge of some crazy cliff. What I have to do, I have to catch everybody if they start to go over the cliff - I mean if they're running and they don't look where they're going I have to come out from somewhere and catch them. -- JD Salinger, The Cather in the Rye

Only in my case, it's beetles.

Learning How to Play

When I was about four or five, we had this neighbor, Terry, who was schizophrenic. One day, when I was out playing with neighbors, I may have wandered through their living room and was playing with their piano.

Being very young and my memory isn't very clear at that time, the details are a bit vague to me. She gave me a crash course in playing the piano. I always thought of Terry as nice, although strange. I remember it being an awkward situation. So she walked me home and told my mother how much potential I had with playing the piano.

Rediscovery

For the past week, I have rediscovered tweeting. I had an account for over a year now (or maybe even longer) and never quite got used it... until now.

It's actually cool. I just make it a point to follow only the people who interest me, who post stuff that interest me, unlike those awful trolls on Facebook. I think that was what I should have done on FB, but social dictates required me to be polite and approve people because FB has become a way of life for almost everyone  below 40 (and sometimes older).

And so, I am not spared from people I am not close to who post raunchy photos, insipid status updates and their vapid lifestyles. I hardly use it anymore, plus it kinda messed up my life for more than a year, when some photo of crazy people with me on it came out online.

I am also into Tumblr these days without any followers. I used to get bored with it, most of the pages I see are reposting other people's work. I am doing a makeover of it now by posting my amatuerish artwork a little everyday until I run out of pics, so that it may inspire me to draw again when I have nothing more to post.

http://jaypox.tumblr.com/

Earnings season is almost over, and I am excited to stop editing the stuff I do at work and have my life back again, until maybe mid-April when second quarter earnings season begins.

Dinner

Meow and I had a nice dinner with candle lights, red wine, munggo and leftover chicken.

It was really nice. There we were in the study, surrounded by still-unpacked things from November, our new shelf, all our books, the dog Border peering by the window, and just talking without the diversion of TV.

I guess this was the life I thought of having as a kid. Sure, the neighbors are annoying. But it's still nice, the house, the cool wind. It's got all we need in a house. You see, we don't like going out that much.

Nothing's wrong with having things simple.

Awake on Early Sunday

I woke up at 3 am. Meow's still asleep. She's been reading my Fables comics last night.

I hate having anxiety attacks. Hahaha!

I opened my email, and found someone again praising my profile on Flork. I think my flork account has more info about me than I do on Facebook. Sadly. Or maybe because when I had anonymous profiles, I feel free to type whatever I wanted.

I Got a New Job

Finally, we now have Internet. The people at Sun Broadband don't seem to want to go to our place for the tech visit, so we ended up with Wi-Tribe and they had connection up and running in less than a day. May the universe bless them.

So I was able to land a job that provides free transportation from home to work, and provides unlimited beverage in the pantry. So after years of not drinking much carbonated drinks, I am consuming Coke because it seems to be the only thing that keeps me awake between 3 a.m. to 4. It's weird. And I get to be really perked up again by 4. It's seems like I get I am afflicted bya sleeping disorder during the witching hour.

Having been completely antisocial independent for over two years, I find it challenging to work with a team. They seem to be really close, and I am the only new person there. The people I know in the company are people in a different team with bigger responsibilities than I do.

Cosette

I am now unemployed... until January (that is). So I have been spending time to do what seems to be an endless amount of chores that would take forever to finish... like cleaning dog poop in the morning and the afternoon.

Here is a picture of the other lady of the house:

Photo taken by my brother-in-law

Meow named her after the character from Les Miserables. Cosette, the daughter of Fantine (adopted by Jean Valjean). She's small and adorable, and unbelievably noisy. She cries when she's sad, makes noise when she's happy, whines when she's hungry, does weird noises when at play, and yaps when she barks. She reminds me a lot of Scrappy, the small dog from Scooby Doo. For something so small, she sure is all over the place. She even pulls Border's tale, who is thrice her size and never backed down.

Adorable.