I’ve been trying diligently to be consistent and carry on writing my Portuguese tales before I can allow myself ponder on something else. But today my creative writing hand had a bad twist and I am left stuck on the fifth sentence of the Tales. I cannot concentrate today, I have attention span of a gold fish, lots of thoughts are mingled in my head and make me feel like someone emptied their cupboard of stationery supplies and scattered them all on the floor around me. Each individual thing looks straightforward and useful, but together they create a mess. And I’m sitting right in the middle of it wondering if I have just to swipe it all into the bin or walk away for a while, forget about issues to sort and come back later to take a look at it again.
We have a nice sunny day today with the only 15 minutes of a wintery-chilly showery rain. And I managed to walk between the offices at exactly the same time, only to find out that, apparently, my waterproof is not showerproof…brrrrrr…now sitting soaking wet, shivery cold and extremely annoyed as the weather outside is looking better and better with each minute.
There is always a brain-killer puzzle with the rain&cars combination in this country. Every time when it’s raining, the proportion of the vehicles on the roads increases suddenly and exponentially. What’s the most amusing that it usually happens within a splitting moment – the rain starts and oh magic! – the roads immediately overflow with traffic. I’m beginning to lean towards the idea that Brits invented a secret model of car – it folds and fits into your handbag like an umbrella and can be pulled out, unfolded and used at the first raindrop. No, honestly, there is absolutely no logically explained way how these cars appear on the roads the very first moment of the rainfall; they wouldn’t even have time to pull out of the driveway!
My lodger is leaving next week. And although I know I should be searching for the next one, I’m still hesitating to do it. It will be very sensible to make the most of all the time I’ve got left until my parents came over. Yet I feel that need to enjoy my house just by myself a little bit. I want to walk around naked and leave my stuff wherever it’ll fall naturally. And yes, I am slightly surprised at myself, but I do want to spend some time alone for a change.
I’m going to spend me weekend wallpapering. It’s all was very exciting while visualising new design, making plans, buying wallpaper. Until the moment I realised I’m gonna hang the thing myself. The Kid helped me before with the bedroom, but now he can’t make it. Oh-oh. Did I bite more then I can chew? Ah, never mind, I will do it anyway. Somehow I always manage to get done all the things I fear I could never, why it should be different this time?
I’ve been talking with my neighbour recently. In the process of a chat she mentioned something like “I envy you, you have everything you need to live your dream”. It made me to think what dream exactly do I have and I couldn’t find any. Dreamless…I become. I cannot pin-point anything that would engage me in a pursuit. I thought how strange, I could swear I remember I used to have dreams before. But no matter how long I pondered this, I couldn’t find a single wish that can be upgraded into a dream. it was akward to realise I do not wish for anything. I’ve read about some strange idea recently. It assumes that everyone has a dream. Even those who have hard time to find what is their dream. The statement insists that there is at least one dream for each of us. And that if you don't think you have at least one, keep clearing away the clutter and tolerations from your life and you'll find them - they're in there waiting for you…hmmmm…time for spring cleaning?
We have a nice sunny day today with the only 15 minutes of a wintery-chilly showery rain. And I managed to walk between the offices at exactly the same time, only to find out that, apparently, my waterproof is not showerproof…brrrrrr…now sitting soaking wet, shivery cold and extremely annoyed as the weather outside is looking better and better with each minute.
There is always a brain-killer puzzle with the rain&cars combination in this country. Every time when it’s raining, the proportion of the vehicles on the roads increases suddenly and exponentially. What’s the most amusing that it usually happens within a splitting moment – the rain starts and oh magic! – the roads immediately overflow with traffic. I’m beginning to lean towards the idea that Brits invented a secret model of car – it folds and fits into your handbag like an umbrella and can be pulled out, unfolded and used at the first raindrop. No, honestly, there is absolutely no logically explained way how these cars appear on the roads the very first moment of the rainfall; they wouldn’t even have time to pull out of the driveway!
My lodger is leaving next week. And although I know I should be searching for the next one, I’m still hesitating to do it. It will be very sensible to make the most of all the time I’ve got left until my parents came over. Yet I feel that need to enjoy my house just by myself a little bit. I want to walk around naked and leave my stuff wherever it’ll fall naturally. And yes, I am slightly surprised at myself, but I do want to spend some time alone for a change.
I’m going to spend me weekend wallpapering. It’s all was very exciting while visualising new design, making plans, buying wallpaper. Until the moment I realised I’m gonna hang the thing myself. The Kid helped me before with the bedroom, but now he can’t make it. Oh-oh. Did I bite more then I can chew? Ah, never mind, I will do it anyway. Somehow I always manage to get done all the things I fear I could never, why it should be different this time?
I’ve been talking with my neighbour recently. In the process of a chat she mentioned something like “I envy you, you have everything you need to live your dream”. It made me to think what dream exactly do I have and I couldn’t find any. Dreamless…I become. I cannot pin-point anything that would engage me in a pursuit. I thought how strange, I could swear I remember I used to have dreams before. But no matter how long I pondered this, I couldn’t find a single wish that can be upgraded into a dream. it was akward to realise I do not wish for anything. I’ve read about some strange idea recently. It assumes that everyone has a dream. Even those who have hard time to find what is their dream. The statement insists that there is at least one dream for each of us. And that if you don't think you have at least one, keep clearing away the clutter and tolerations from your life and you'll find them - they're in there waiting for you…hmmmm…time for spring cleaning?