Diary of Shao Bao

It has occurred to me recently that of all the things I have written about and agonized over not having time to write about, I don't write about my son.
About how he is the cutest baby in the world,, about how the other day he was able to over turn a water basin and climb on top of it to try and climb out of his pen/cage, and all the many adventures he has every day, climbing stairs, playing in the toilet, screaming when he moves a toy to a place beyond his reach like under the couch, in the rocking chair seat, down the stairs behind the iron gate that will inevitably be opened by him one day or utterly destroyed.
Alot of this has to do with the fact that I just have very little time to write.
But wait a minute?
I don't have a job. I have all day to write. Even if I watch my son I don't have to watch tv or do facebook or e-mail or waste time any other countless ways. I could totally be writing or reading or practicing Kung Fu Right?

Well one example of my not being able to do this just happened.
I'm waiting for the computer to get started and my wife Grace finally comes back upstairs.
In fact, as I type she is already bitching and has turned the television on.

This only happens when I try to do one of my arts. I play the violin, I draw or paint, I wriperhaps subconsciously) try to stop me. Why is this?

Perhaps it is because the nature of these arts require thought, require more attention.
For instance, It is very difficult for me to write now because the television is on, But if I were doing facebook or simply writing an e-mail, or lying in bed like a vegetable but not sleeping, I would be able to do these things. But sleeping, or meditation or writing, or practicing chi gung requires more space, more respect for silence, respect for the fact that I am trying to do something.
These things are somethings where you have to try.
This is why I don't have as much time for them I guess.
After all, this whole entry was completely thrown off from what I had intended,
Poetic prose about my child.
And now I am finished and there really is no use of trying to write som,ething great at this point. The mind and thought process has been interupted, the tv is on, the wife is pissed off.
Oh well. I'll try to wake up before she does to get in some practice and maybe an hour or half hour of writing. I'm trying to write a novel and a few articles after all.
Aleesha Lum and the Mystic Lion
and an article for the Chinatown Blog about teaching Kung Fu to the Kwong Kow kids.
Well good luck Cheung.
Try again tomorrow.