It is what it says in the Title. Somehow all the deep thoughts are still half-cooked, peacefully simmering in the frying pan for now. Thought, I'd write a simple entry about my simple day for a change.
My weekend was dedicated to the White. And some other things, of course, but white is what is remembered of it. I’ve been regaining my painting skills. I had a vision. It was in white. White windows, white frames, white door and white doorways. My mind naturally goes further and reaches white picture rails, white skirting boards, white handrails on a staircase, pretty white dots scattered across my face…I had to stop somewhere after doorway, actually, though at the end of that day I had a designer polka dot pattern on my clothes and those parts of me that happenned to be bare naked. I like my house. I will like it even more once I’ll do what I planned with the study room. I’ve already bought wallpaper! Can’t wait to see my vision to come into reality.
The Kid came over this weekend too. I love it so when he comes. I truly miss him more often then I should, guess, it’s a mom’s curse. It's a permanent conflict between a wish for him to be independent and a dream for him to be closer...but the common sense always preveils and I'm always ok with whatever time he can spare for his mom. He came and helped me with few things around the house. The big one was - redesigning computer corner in my study room. I had three old computers, each one with different components that were better then the same of the other two and components that were worse. And now I have one super-computer and a heap of micro-bits&chip-sets for recycling. Isn’t that wonderful!? Thanks, Kid!
For the whole of last month I’ve been occupied with various tasks related to the uber- bureaucratic process of the visa application. So I’m bringing in my parents – they are old and it becomes more difficult for them to take care of themselves. The decision was made some time ago and I do not wish to let my mind to slip into the pros and cons debates again. I’m aware this will change the way I live. But sometimes the other choices are simply not visible. Never mind, all will be well in the end…methinks. Anyway, the visa-thing involved lots of tedious translation work for every official document required (and it was a 1.2 kg of that "lot", when I finally sent it off!). Which might be fair enough, so I’m not complaining, just using it as an excuse for not doing much of other things, I would usually do otherwise. I guess now, when I did all I should and it is a waiting for the decision time, I can finally get to my tales. Or – get back to my tales? This time it was the Portuguese tales and I hope I haven’t forgotten all the wonders I found there back in May.
My weekend was dedicated to the White. And some other things, of course, but white is what is remembered of it. I’ve been regaining my painting skills. I had a vision. It was in white. White windows, white frames, white door and white doorways. My mind naturally goes further and reaches white picture rails, white skirting boards, white handrails on a staircase, pretty white dots scattered across my face…I had to stop somewhere after doorway, actually, though at the end of that day I had a designer polka dot pattern on my clothes and those parts of me that happenned to be bare naked. I like my house. I will like it even more once I’ll do what I planned with the study room. I’ve already bought wallpaper! Can’t wait to see my vision to come into reality.
The Kid came over this weekend too. I love it so when he comes. I truly miss him more often then I should, guess, it’s a mom’s curse. It's a permanent conflict between a wish for him to be independent and a dream for him to be closer...but the common sense always preveils and I'm always ok with whatever time he can spare for his mom. He came and helped me with few things around the house. The big one was - redesigning computer corner in my study room. I had three old computers, each one with different components that were better then the same of the other two and components that were worse. And now I have one super-computer and a heap of micro-bits&chip-sets for recycling. Isn’t that wonderful!? Thanks, Kid!
For the whole of last month I’ve been occupied with various tasks related to the uber- bureaucratic process of the visa application. So I’m bringing in my parents – they are old and it becomes more difficult for them to take care of themselves. The decision was made some time ago and I do not wish to let my mind to slip into the pros and cons debates again. I’m aware this will change the way I live. But sometimes the other choices are simply not visible. Never mind, all will be well in the end…methinks. Anyway, the visa-thing involved lots of tedious translation work for every official document required (and it was a 1.2 kg of that "lot", when I finally sent it off!). Which might be fair enough, so I’m not complaining, just using it as an excuse for not doing much of other things, I would usually do otherwise. I guess now, when I did all I should and it is a waiting for the decision time, I can finally get to my tales. Or – get back to my tales? This time it was the Portuguese tales and I hope I haven’t forgotten all the wonders I found there back in May.