My dreaming activity has shot through the roof because I've stopped smoking weed. It's easy when my mother is present. My sister went back to Mexico with my nephew last week. I observe myself more lucid and more hopeful about the future, yet less patient and more stressed.
I strained my back doing yoga last week and I had to take a break from it, getting back into it the last two days where I attended easy yoga classes with my mother. That seemed to help a lot, it's interesting how, as in homeopathy, the illness is the cure.
My mother is sitting right in front of me, she said "before your coffee you should drink water", I said "yes mom, I've drunk a glass of water already". Before, she said to me "you don't drink enough water" to which I said "I agree, I should drink more water", and she laughed. "You never admit any wrongdoing and retort if I admonish you about anything, which is why I find it funny".
My sister and my nephew went back to Mexico last week. After dismissing the architect who was to implement the horrible renovation project she cooked up, she spoke with a distant cousin who is an architect and saw the house. My sister relayed what he said and I liked it a lot, he seemed to understand the problem and recommended a different approach which made more sense, and I'm getting more hopeful that they money my father is providing will be put to good use.
Yesterday we went with V. to yoga and then were going to the Museo de América. On our way there we got hungry and we made a stop for lunch. There were some Tunos) practicing with their mandolins and guitars, and my mother was delighted. We were the only patrons at the restaurant, yet the owner was not amused by them, and asked them to stop playing. My mother pleaded for them and the owner allowed one more song. My mother wanted to give them money, but she only had a couple of cents. I said no mom, don't, let's pay for their drinks. I asked what they wanted to drink, they said, "Oh just pay for the vermouths we are drinking", so I went to the desk to pay for their cheque. The owner asked "are you paying for another round?" and I said "no, I'm paying for what they're having right now". He grumbled while charging me. What an asshole.
When we got to Museo de América it was closed because it was Monday. V. was disappointed because there was a temporary exhibition of Perú. I was disappointed because I wanted to show my mother the Mayan codexes (actually facsimiles, the originals are in storage) at this museum. However, we went up the Faro de Moncloa and got some nice views of Madrid.
Then we walked our way back home, through the Parque del Oeste). The day was sunny and warm (for being December) and we spoke about art. The specifics are not worth repeating, but we came upon the bust of a poet whom had one of his poems inscribed and I didn't understand. My mother said "it's not about understanding, it's about feeling".