It’s Sunday. It feels like Sunday. I got up very early, feeling sore from yoga yesterday but unexpectedly happy without reason. So I cruised the day between both feelings: sore and happy. It’s sunny and that adds to my happiness. I still love my house, like yesterday. I move a few things in the house to make it more comfortable. Sometimes we need to change after hosting because then we know what should not or should be there. The tall pedestal behind the seater is often hit by hands. I rarely sat there so didn’t realize.

I also managed a row of shoes near the front door. It dawned on me the other day that the color might change because of the morning sun that shines through the front door. I got the idea to put them in black string-bags. I have them made and this morning I put them in the bag. It looks neat but at the same time it may stay there forever since I won’t take time to check out the bag before leave house. Forever flip-flop then.

I spent the rest of the day cleaning backlog of emails that close ones might not believe I have. I have, not just backlog but also emails I need to compose. I have some minors issues that need my ‘touch’ otherwise it bogs my mind constantly. It’s almost done, one more that needs a nice writing.

And, I spent the rest of the rest of the day waiting for friends who planned to visit at 15:00. I made myself ready an hour before like often. She rescheduled to 1.5 hours later, and three hours later I still didn’t have idea. It’s part of learning about people’s rhythm. It’s my first time making appointment at home with her after numerous successful lunch or dinner dates. Now I know. I still have Jakarta attitude in many ways. I often show up way too early because I miscalculate time I spend on the way. Or, I simply thought we have to be on time. Some Jakartan refugees told me they also suffered from time-mismanagement the first few years living in Bali. People are more casual here, not just the Asian, but also the foreigners. We all blend into the culture. Dali rubber-time.

I went to party with poi playing tonight. It was nice but the crowd didn’t mix well, I feel. There were young and senior groups, and I was in… between! I felt a bit out not knowing how to start a conversation. My young friend was so funny. She said… Why don’t you say Hi, I’m a p*rn star! ? She guaranteed crowd of all ages would be interested to know more. We had a hilarious exchange after that! My two friends. Without them, I would have escaped the party.

In the sad part of the day, my favorite jewelry designer passed away on the 24th of April and I just knew this evening. I talked with his wife that still cried when talking about him. For years I feel like I have lived with him because I wear his creation every single day. I have quite a range of his works. My thought is with his wife and staffs, they are lovely people. And of course with his soul, I’m glad I had crossed his path. That I had the chance to meet him several times and spend time with him in his workshop last year. I will keep wearing his jewelry for the memory of a nice person.

The garden in the back of a well-known yoga studio.