Friday, July 13, 2007
I made these clayballs right before my parents came to visit earlier this week. They will be used for more wrapping sketches. The clayballs, not my parents.
My parents are my heroes. I wish i had not forgotten to take pictures of them while they were here. Especially of my smiley mom with all her crazy blanket purchases filling the whole bedroom, and of my dad showing me how to make the bittermelon egg dish. yummmy. We were all so caught up in the moment of shopping and eating and cooking together. Best is that they are becoming younger in spirit and i wanted to capture that.
I miss them already and they are right that we should all live closer together. They drove 5 hours south to see May and then 5 hours north to see me. Parents really should not have to work that hard just to get to see their kids. And Ting is half way across the country whom they kept mentioning as we sat around eating and talking.
This is the first time my parents came to visit me since i moved here with John. I was eager to show off our place, my scattered works and things, but i think they feel sorry that i am not living in a nicer place, having more fancier things.
But i already have so much that i am happy with that i am more afraid of losing what i have than thinking about having more.