A few days ago I was once more in the kitchen taking care of the odious every-day task of washing dishes. The boys were playing in the living room and abuelito was downstairs fixing one of the many cosmetic problems in my new house. This may seem like a normal mid-week morning but then, from the living room, came the ominous sound of silence.
I ignored it at first because I had my hands deep in soapy water and wanted to complete my task, but perhaps i shouldn't have. When I entered the living room in search of my quiet trouble-makers I found a black-mouthed Ronan and Jonas with his hands deep in the fireplace ashes. Ronan had apparently decided it was tasty to chew on blackened left-over pieces of douglas fir but Jonas seemed to think that this was an acceptable alternative to a sandbox. Both boys knew when they saw me however, that they were in trouble. My sweet little monsters had blackened by living room floor with their fun and I was not excited to have another cleaning task before me.
Looking back on this moment, however, I once more wish that my camera's battery charger had not dissappeared. It would have been quite nice to showcase a picture of this encounter with two petite cinderellos.
Saturday, January 30, 2010
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
Missing Animals in My Life
Here is Simon. He was a brief visitor at our house but left quite a storm. He chewed, and his being a Bassett Hound I was very surprised but he jumped all over the place. He slid down the slides on my childrens' playground, put his grubby, muddy paws on our backs and shirts and pants... He was hyper!! Here I thought I was getting a lazy, easy-going creature who would play a little bit with our beloved Hannah and let my boys roll over him and pull his tail. But he was a very strange animal. This is perhaps why I found him in a kennel at the Pima County Animal Care Center (the pound).
Despite his failings as a people dog, I still miss him. I miss having an animal presence in the house. I can't even begin to talk about missing Hannah (our sweetest of all creatures Boxer whom we left behind in Tucson). Simon was an impulse addition to our lives and I found him a lovely home with bigger boys to play rambunctiously with him and teach him manners. I can't make the same mistake again and bring a creature we're not ready for into our home. But I have to say I miss our animal presences.
Perhaps some day when we're ready, as in L'Engle's books, our next dog will just adopt us. Until then, we'll just have to visit Joe, Siete and Galen at Grandma and Papa's farm and say hi to the neighbors' dogs as they pass by on their walkabouts.
Monday, January 25, 2010
Organizing my Library
Books are everywhere! I have finally brought them all up from their boxed and banished lives in the garage. Unfortunately however, this means that I now have to find places for all of them. My one large bookshelf is about to start tossing books back at me and so perhaps I will have to get creative like Rory Gilmore and start piling them in my dresser drawers and under my bed. Or, horror of horrors, I may need to let some of them move on to second-hand book stores and hope they find a new and caring avid reader to pick them up.
Really this is just another example of the somewhat ordered chaos of my life. Lots of 'to do' items and many directions to take. Time to research some more for my current writing project and hope that I come up with a plausible setting for my fictional characters to do their exploring and discovery. :)
Toodaloo!
Really this is just another example of the somewhat ordered chaos of my life. Lots of 'to do' items and many directions to take. Time to research some more for my current writing project and hope that I come up with a plausible setting for my fictional characters to do their exploring and discovery. :)
Toodaloo!
Sunday, January 24, 2010
Three Young Women
Yesterday we had a fun 'carne asada' (BBQ) at our house and a bunch of Pocho's co-workers came. We had many 'paisanos' (people from the same country as Pocho, paisano just means fellow countryman) and a few others like me. It was wonderful to feel the warmth of a full house and see everyone laughing. At first it was a little hard to find people to talk to myself (although everyone was very nice) but then I began conversation with three young women (daughters of one of the co-workers). The three of them together embody most of my interests.
The eldest, Daniela a sophomore in highschool this year, loves languages. She's fluent in Spanish and English and has studied some German, currently she's studying French. She also loves to dance and listen to music. The middle daughter Brenda, a freshman, is an avid reader. Although English is her second language she has already read Pride and Prejudice! Even before she came to the States (her mother and sisters confessed to me), she was most likely to hide a book she was reading within her notebook she was supposed to be studying from. I remember the trick well. She is also musical and plays the electric guitar. The youngest of all, Melanie, plays the clarinet (I think that's what she said) and is interested in writing stories.
How fun to spend an evening talking about culture shock and all of my interests with three fascinating young women. And I've also discovered that their mother loves to dance! So perhaps I will get her to go dancing with me sometime.
To end a nice evening and thanks to my father-in-law, I woke up to a clean kitchen. Before I was awake the next morning all the dishes were done! Thank you Gonzalo.
The eldest, Daniela a sophomore in highschool this year, loves languages. She's fluent in Spanish and English and has studied some German, currently she's studying French. She also loves to dance and listen to music. The middle daughter Brenda, a freshman, is an avid reader. Although English is her second language she has already read Pride and Prejudice! Even before she came to the States (her mother and sisters confessed to me), she was most likely to hide a book she was reading within her notebook she was supposed to be studying from. I remember the trick well. She is also musical and plays the electric guitar. The youngest of all, Melanie, plays the clarinet (I think that's what she said) and is interested in writing stories.
How fun to spend an evening talking about culture shock and all of my interests with three fascinating young women. And I've also discovered that their mother loves to dance! So perhaps I will get her to go dancing with me sometime.
To end a nice evening and thanks to my father-in-law, I woke up to a clean kitchen. Before I was awake the next morning all the dishes were done! Thank you Gonzalo.
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
A Non-Writing Long Weekend
Time for a small glass of wine and an evening curled up watching a chick-flick. But first it's time to bring myself back to writing after this eventful weekend (yes, I know it's Wednesday). I had a wonderful visit with Laura (lifetime friend), am hosting an inlaw for a month and beginning a new schedule.
Pocho has been switched to first shift (working during the day!) for a month. Quite possibly after that he will be returned to the night shift but currently he's hoping for his chance to prove that they want to keep him during the day (therefore he's showing them just how much he can work -12/hr days 6 days this week). The switch means a schedule change for all of us though and the boys and I are not exactly taking to it easily. Abuelito is visiting though and working like crazy around the house washing dishes, chopping wood, painting, organizing the garage... I'm worried I wont be able to keep him busy enough as he can't seem to relax and enjoy his vacation.
To add stress to stress I welcomed a nice young Kirby salesman into my house to clean one room's carpeting and he stayed from about 2pm until 7:30pm trying to show me how important it was to have a cleaning machine of the $2500 calibar around my house. In my state of mind I almost gave in. But the truth is we already owned a Kirby before and know how little we actually used it! We're $40 Bissell vacuum people. I have become wary of myself, however, and know how prone I am to believing anything I'm told. This day has been invaluable in my inexperience. I will now know to say 'no thank you' when asked if I want my carpet cleaned, or an estimate for an in-home security system, or ...
Every day I add to my experience.
Pocho has been switched to first shift (working during the day!) for a month. Quite possibly after that he will be returned to the night shift but currently he's hoping for his chance to prove that they want to keep him during the day (therefore he's showing them just how much he can work -12/hr days 6 days this week). The switch means a schedule change for all of us though and the boys and I are not exactly taking to it easily. Abuelito is visiting though and working like crazy around the house washing dishes, chopping wood, painting, organizing the garage... I'm worried I wont be able to keep him busy enough as he can't seem to relax and enjoy his vacation.
To add stress to stress I welcomed a nice young Kirby salesman into my house to clean one room's carpeting and he stayed from about 2pm until 7:30pm trying to show me how important it was to have a cleaning machine of the $2500 calibar around my house. In my state of mind I almost gave in. But the truth is we already owned a Kirby before and know how little we actually used it! We're $40 Bissell vacuum people. I have become wary of myself, however, and know how prone I am to believing anything I'm told. This day has been invaluable in my inexperience. I will now know to say 'no thank you' when asked if I want my carpet cleaned, or an estimate for an in-home security system, or ...
Every day I add to my experience.
Thursday, January 14, 2010
Letting Go of a Story
Every time I finish reading a book I feel a slight sense of loss. I wish that I had just dragged it on a little bit more, not read those two hours the night before. Sometimes I get to be so much a part of the story that I want it to continue. I want to find out more about Polly O'Keefe, or even Zachary Gray (two characters in Madeleine L'Engle's "An Acceptable Time," my latest book to put back on the shelf). Thankfully, as far as those two characters are concerned, I can. Madeleine L'Engle is great about interlocking her characters throughout her young adult novels.
But what happens to the other characters whose lives are not finished for the reader? We may be expected to imagine a happy ending for the characters at the end of a novel, but you get to know the characters. Sometimes they are so interesting you would even enjoy reading about the mundane details of their happily ever after.
Knowing all this about myself I am always in search for new books to read. I always finish them too quickly. And, I always wish they had continued a little bit more. It doesn't mean I'm spending too much time reading other peoples' work and too little on my own. One of the most repeated pieces of advice I have been given is to know what's out there. You cannot be a good writer without enjoying reading as well. I'm prepared to be a great writer then (a little sarcasm...but not too much) because I almost never go anywhere without a book.
Always open to reading suggestions,
Monica
But what happens to the other characters whose lives are not finished for the reader? We may be expected to imagine a happy ending for the characters at the end of a novel, but you get to know the characters. Sometimes they are so interesting you would even enjoy reading about the mundane details of their happily ever after.
Knowing all this about myself I am always in search for new books to read. I always finish them too quickly. And, I always wish they had continued a little bit more. It doesn't mean I'm spending too much time reading other peoples' work and too little on my own. One of the most repeated pieces of advice I have been given is to know what's out there. You cannot be a good writer without enjoying reading as well. I'm prepared to be a great writer then (a little sarcasm...but not too much) because I almost never go anywhere without a book.
Always open to reading suggestions,
Monica
Monday, January 11, 2010
Supernatural Vortex
Supernatural beings from mythology or strange immagination are fascinating! I don't exactly know why I find them so exciting. Personally I would be scared out of my wits to be in Bella's shoes, or those of Harry Potter. But I've been sucked into the vortex that is the Twilight saga...just as I have been with Harry Potter's adventures. Neither series has been one that I could gracefully put down to carry out normal every-day activities. I've read them both several times. Perhaps this is a sign. I enjoy reading these fantastic stories involving mythical creatures and horrible monsters. I love seeing good triumph over evil. Escaping into another world full of vibrant imagery and engaging characters is akin to chocolate for me (any of you who know me well know of my insatiable sweet-tooth).
The sign is perhaps that I should be attempting to put some of my own fantastical creatures into stories. Perhaps these dreams that I have had over the years have been a building of characters to enter into my own novel. A new style perhaps. The vampire books have been done, although Stephanie Meyer found a way to make them new. The wizards have been done, however no one can beat J.K. Rowling's world of them. I need new creatures. New places...or perhaps places I know. I need The Falcon Tree. I began this novel when I was 13. I know that the writing in it was not the best...but the idea was good. I will recreate it.
Ok so if you read my blog...please bug me. I begin tomorrow.
The sign is perhaps that I should be attempting to put some of my own fantastical creatures into stories. Perhaps these dreams that I have had over the years have been a building of characters to enter into my own novel. A new style perhaps. The vampire books have been done, although Stephanie Meyer found a way to make them new. The wizards have been done, however no one can beat J.K. Rowling's world of them. I need new creatures. New places...or perhaps places I know. I need The Falcon Tree. I began this novel when I was 13. I know that the writing in it was not the best...but the idea was good. I will recreate it.
Ok so if you read my blog...please bug me. I begin tomorrow.
Sunday, January 10, 2010
Clutzy Moments
I'm pleasantly surprised that I am able to remember the writing idea I had last night as I was out to dinner with Pocho. Our waitress was fairly chatty and when she nearly tossed a metal bowl on our table when she was trying to organize dirty dishes on her tray, she began to tell us about an even more clutzy moment she had recently.
She told us that she was sitting at home relaxing with a glass of red wine. She put her glass down for a moment and when she went to pick it up again her fingers grabbed the stem in an awkward manner and were about to twirl it onto the floor. Thinking that she could prevent this from happening she moved her hand to right the glass and instead threw it across the room and red wine splashed all over her freshly painted kitchen wall! Oops. Clutzy moment.
My life is full of such moments as well.
Recently I went to visit my aunt and her family in the Portland area. We had a marvelous set-up with snack-food for the kids (and us). Before the main course (some fantastic quesidillas), we were sitting with the boys at my cousin Kara's little table playing with play-doh. My uncle had given me a glass of water to drink while I sat. I had only just finished drinking when I attempted to put the cup down on the table and instead threw it into my aunt's lap. Thank goodness I had finished the water! It was a great joke for the rest of the evening. Oops! Cluttzy moment.
These moments happen to the best of us and it's such a blessing most of the time. It really makes you laugh at yourself and find some humor in life.
She told us that she was sitting at home relaxing with a glass of red wine. She put her glass down for a moment and when she went to pick it up again her fingers grabbed the stem in an awkward manner and were about to twirl it onto the floor. Thinking that she could prevent this from happening she moved her hand to right the glass and instead threw it across the room and red wine splashed all over her freshly painted kitchen wall! Oops. Clutzy moment.
My life is full of such moments as well.
Recently I went to visit my aunt and her family in the Portland area. We had a marvelous set-up with snack-food for the kids (and us). Before the main course (some fantastic quesidillas), we were sitting with the boys at my cousin Kara's little table playing with play-doh. My uncle had given me a glass of water to drink while I sat. I had only just finished drinking when I attempted to put the cup down on the table and instead threw it into my aunt's lap. Thank goodness I had finished the water! It was a great joke for the rest of the evening. Oops! Cluttzy moment.
These moments happen to the best of us and it's such a blessing most of the time. It really makes you laugh at yourself and find some humor in life.
Thursday, January 7, 2010
Stubborn Mother -> Stubborn Child
So I'm not the neatest of people, as many of you well know. Today I struggled and struggled with my eldest to pick up the family room before we returned upstairs. I don't exactly want my children to be as messy as I am, (not that my parents didn't try to get me to organize!). I find, however, that my stubborn nature has been at least doubled in my children. Perhaps this is a good thing. But the difficulty lies in learning to exercise some control over their stubborness without letting mine overpower their spirits.
When do you do as a three-year-old commands and when do you tell him that he doesn't demand things of his mother? Even Ronan is now shouting at me and pointing his little finger in a very demanding way. It's hard not to laugh when he does this...but I have to restrain myself lest he believe that this behavior is positive. Or do I? It seems everyone has advice for mothers and fathers but when it comes to your own children they often don't apply to the general rule.
I've decided that what I can do is no more or less than what I'm capable of. This to me means that I must continue to endeavor to understand my toddlers ever-changing moods and demands and try to gently shove them in the direction of more positive ways of stating their requests. They will always continue to amaze and infuriate me, but they have such a way of lightening the darkest day. Mixed blessings...but definitely blessings.
When do you do as a three-year-old commands and when do you tell him that he doesn't demand things of his mother? Even Ronan is now shouting at me and pointing his little finger in a very demanding way. It's hard not to laugh when he does this...but I have to restrain myself lest he believe that this behavior is positive. Or do I? It seems everyone has advice for mothers and fathers but when it comes to your own children they often don't apply to the general rule.
I've decided that what I can do is no more or less than what I'm capable of. This to me means that I must continue to endeavor to understand my toddlers ever-changing moods and demands and try to gently shove them in the direction of more positive ways of stating their requests. They will always continue to amaze and infuriate me, but they have such a way of lightening the darkest day. Mixed blessings...but definitely blessings.
Wednesday, January 6, 2010
Toddlerisms
Tonight is a night that I can't seem to type straight or even edit before I click 'post' so please ignore any typos that follow.
I thought this evening it would be nice to enjoy some Jonasisms and Ronanisms that I will soon forget if I don't place them in writing. I would be overjoyed if anyone who knows us might chip in with their own rememberances of my boys' favorite things to say.
Here are some great words:
Hockidocter (Helecopter)
Expecto contrite (Any Harry Potter movie or book)
Kiwi Rabbit (The Curse of the Were Rabbit)
Mumo (Nemo)
Doggie (being any animal Ronan sees) -> Now has morphed into 'Moo'
Dude (all turtles)
Beebeeboo (for Ronan's favorite book Peekaboo Farm)
Some sayings:
Maybe lets do a new good idea...
Daddy works on airplanes (used to be 'and hockidocters' until Jonas discovered daddy didn't work on hockidocters...Uncle Richard works on hockidocters).
It's maybe going to be a beautiful day outside.
Are you? (Ronan hasn't learned 'where' yet...this phrase is for playing peek-a-boo)
EAT!! (Ever-hungry littlest)
Nook mama! (Look mama)
Run, run, kick, kick, soccer ball!
Hey mama, clouds make rain come down.
Ok these are my rememberances for tonight. I'll try and add more as I remember them. Love to all!
Nite nite mmmmmaaa! (Blowing a kiss Jonas and Ronan style)
I thought this evening it would be nice to enjoy some Jonasisms and Ronanisms that I will soon forget if I don't place them in writing. I would be overjoyed if anyone who knows us might chip in with their own rememberances of my boys' favorite things to say.
Here are some great words:
Hockidocter (Helecopter)
Expecto contrite (Any Harry Potter movie or book)
Kiwi Rabbit (The Curse of the Were Rabbit)
Mumo (Nemo)
Doggie (being any animal Ronan sees) -> Now has morphed into 'Moo'
Dude (all turtles)
Beebeeboo (for Ronan's favorite book Peekaboo Farm)
Some sayings:
Maybe lets do a new good idea...
Daddy works on airplanes (used to be 'and hockidocters' until Jonas discovered daddy didn't work on hockidocters...Uncle Richard works on hockidocters).
It's maybe going to be a beautiful day outside.
Are you? (Ronan hasn't learned 'where' yet...this phrase is for playing peek-a-boo)
EAT!! (Ever-hungry littlest)
Nook mama! (Look mama)
Run, run, kick, kick, soccer ball!
Hey mama, clouds make rain come down.
Ok these are my rememberances for tonight. I'll try and add more as I remember them. Love to all!
Nite nite mmmmmaaa! (Blowing a kiss Jonas and Ronan style)
Tuesday, January 5, 2010
Finding Community Amidst the Chaos of Life
Pocho and I have lived in Washington about 6 months now. I love it here. I love the evergreens, the mists that settle in the morning just below our house. It feels like we live inside a cloud sometimes and I find it beautiful. We were visited by a most remarkable owl here, at our house, and I've seen more evidence that they frequent our neighborhood. I love our house with all of it's cosmetic potential for improvement and no matter how cold it seems on some days, we have lots of blankets.
Despite my love for our new home, there are things about our life in Tucson that I cannot seem to find here... at least not yet. I have a few friends and they are very remarkable women, but they live (for the most part) at several hours drive from Everett. I can't just call them up in the morning to see if they want to go to the zoo, or the aquarium with the boys. I haven't made myself available to meet new friends in the area. I also don't think it's possible to find a salsa community so completely friendly and open as I have found in Tucson, with Gerardo and Lupita at the heart.
I miss Tucson for my communities. I miss my mama/baby group from church, even if I rarely attended church. I miss salsa socials and Arizona Ballroom Company. I miss Desert museum trips with Elena and the kids.
This is why it's so hard to move. Starting over in community building takes a lot of effort and a lot of putting yourself out there and hoping others might share your interests and beliefs. It is time I began again here. So... time to find myself a few more friends who share some of my interests and passions. Time to start getting out of my comfort zone at home and seeking new places and new people.
I will continue to miss my previous communities and will be overjoyed to visit them again, but I hope that I can create a few new ones here as well.
And the journey of life continues!
Monday, January 4, 2010
Chocolate With the Wrapper Still On
Since becoming a mother I have discovered many things. One particular interesting observation is that silence in the other room always spells trouble. Sometimes I'm washing the dishes, or folding clothes in the other room and I will notice that the noise from the living room has quieted. Uh-oh.
Yesterday Jonas and I were in the kitchen and Ronan was playing happily in the living room. Silence. It was a moment or two before I realized that Ronan had gotten really quiet. When I did I ran in to find out what he'd gotten into. Silly mama had left a small Hersheys chocolate bar underneath a pillow on the couch (hidden swiftly when they came out of their bedroom from naptime). Ronan was very carefully biting the plastic wrap away with his teeth and spitting it back on the couch so he could get to the chocolate within. Luckily he was very careful to suck any chocolate off the wrapper first so I didn't have chocolate smeared all over the place. He had eaten half the bar.
Sneaky little bugger.
Yesterday Jonas and I were in the kitchen and Ronan was playing happily in the living room. Silence. It was a moment or two before I realized that Ronan had gotten really quiet. When I did I ran in to find out what he'd gotten into. Silly mama had left a small Hersheys chocolate bar underneath a pillow on the couch (hidden swiftly when they came out of their bedroom from naptime). Ronan was very carefully biting the plastic wrap away with his teeth and spitting it back on the couch so he could get to the chocolate within. Luckily he was very careful to suck any chocolate off the wrapper first so I didn't have chocolate smeared all over the place. He had eaten half the bar.
Sneaky little bugger.
Saturday, January 2, 2010
Night-Time Mind Meanderings
My mind does not like to turn off, even when the time comes to rest. I went to bed last night exhausted at about 9:30 and could not sleep for almost 2 hours. Lying in bed and trying to find a comfortable position from which I might actually be able to enter the rhelm of dreams, my mind continued to ponder the thoughts of the day. I even considered several writing ideas as I lay there. Too bad for me I no longer am able to remember those ideas...but I'm sure they will resurface eventually.
I have heard several writers talk about the necessity to write hitting them at odd hours of the day or night. I'm too stubborn to actually let this happen. Perhaps last night would have been a wonderful opportunity to sit down without toddlers and write a first draft of a short story or something. I was up several hours after I wanted to be anyway. Yet, here I am, naptime for the boys and I am writing about how I didn't write when the moment hit last night. Note for the future: keep a notebook by the bed so it's actually possible to remember what my brain wouldn't let me forget the night before! And, perhaps I should let myself get out of bed if I can't sleep and put down some thoughts in writing so my mind can let them go. I will ponder that one...
I have heard several writers talk about the necessity to write hitting them at odd hours of the day or night. I'm too stubborn to actually let this happen. Perhaps last night would have been a wonderful opportunity to sit down without toddlers and write a first draft of a short story or something. I was up several hours after I wanted to be anyway. Yet, here I am, naptime for the boys and I am writing about how I didn't write when the moment hit last night. Note for the future: keep a notebook by the bed so it's actually possible to remember what my brain wouldn't let me forget the night before! And, perhaps I should let myself get out of bed if I can't sleep and put down some thoughts in writing so my mind can let them go. I will ponder that one...
Friday, January 1, 2010
New Beginnings
Welcome to the new year!
Here we are in the year 2010 and we can make a new start yet again. I've never been the best at following "New Year's Resolutions" but I intend to follow through on several changes I have begun to make.
Monica the directionless wanderer (with a marevelous life, however) is finally forcing herself to rediscover some direction. I hope to include several things in this -- as always trying to do many things.
First is my writing, which anyone who chooses will be able to see snipits here and there from this site. I hope to include some short stories as I flex my mental muscles. I would be overjoyed to hear positive criticism on anything I post to this site!
Second: I have brought poor Geoffrey out of the closet. For those of you who have recently met me or who never knew who Geoffrey was, he is my fiddle. He has been banished to dark corners for almost 2 years now and only brought out at whimsical moments. Now I hope that he will take a more prominent place in my daily schedule as I teach my boys the love for music that was always shared with me. Jonas already loves his drum and can almost keep a steady beat for me. Ronan shakes the jingle bells to his own rhythm but it just fits in wonderfully anyway.
I could keep writing about all the different goals I have but that might just keep me up for hours when I should really sleep early tonight. I hope that everyones' new year's festivities were wonderful and I would love to hear about your goals, if not resolutions, for 2010!
My love to all,
Moni
Here we are in the year 2010 and we can make a new start yet again. I've never been the best at following "New Year's Resolutions" but I intend to follow through on several changes I have begun to make.
Monica the directionless wanderer (with a marevelous life, however) is finally forcing herself to rediscover some direction. I hope to include several things in this -- as always trying to do many things.
First is my writing, which anyone who chooses will be able to see snipits here and there from this site. I hope to include some short stories as I flex my mental muscles. I would be overjoyed to hear positive criticism on anything I post to this site!
Second: I have brought poor Geoffrey out of the closet. For those of you who have recently met me or who never knew who Geoffrey was, he is my fiddle. He has been banished to dark corners for almost 2 years now and only brought out at whimsical moments. Now I hope that he will take a more prominent place in my daily schedule as I teach my boys the love for music that was always shared with me. Jonas already loves his drum and can almost keep a steady beat for me. Ronan shakes the jingle bells to his own rhythm but it just fits in wonderfully anyway.
I could keep writing about all the different goals I have but that might just keep me up for hours when I should really sleep early tonight. I hope that everyones' new year's festivities were wonderful and I would love to hear about your goals, if not resolutions, for 2010!
My love to all,
Moni
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