To “Marc”: thank you. Sometimes this is all that is needed – somebody to hear you and understand…
The actual paper dated by the 4th of August. I thought it’ll be a day of bitter reflection, like it was last year .But there was only bitterness in it, not reflection of any sort. I’m not even sure if a thought of divorce wasn’t just a homage of honour to my marriage. The heart felt the need to remember, the mind found a least painful way. I don’t want to talk about it anymore. I’m making a wish in a year time only remember about this date after it’s already gone, that would be a good start, wouldn’t it. And then the next year after I won’t remember it at all. That’s the plan, anyway. I’m being strategic. Enough of this.
Last weekend was interesting. I was invited to the hen party. And it was a party in the best of its senses. A combination of impossible cocktail mix, limousine ride and a danced away night made the evening surprisingly pleasant. If someone asks me about the most memorable moment, it will have to be the limousine ride, no doubt. First time in my life, yeah even at 44 one can still have first experiences, you know. First experience was great, made me think that I wouldn’t mind making it into habit. (As if any chances of that, ri-i-i-i-ight, baby) I also had another pleasant surprise – found a fellow ceroc dancer on a dance floor of a night club. That turned a would’ve-been-boring clubbing experience into a dance-me-fabulous show. I actually found it enjoyable to notice people stepping away making space for us dancing watching us with the jaws dropped…awesome.
The Kid is keeping up with his adventure and keeps us informed of the places he’s been, sights he’s seen via updates on his website. So far he managed to visit around 7 different cities and places, last time I’ve heard from him he was heading to Tokyo. He is enjoying his travels and I’m so happy for him and so miss him too. But tsssssh, let’s not tell him that, I’m a cool mum.
Our office move can be pronounced to be successful. Currently only 4 of us have moved, with the rest to join in a month time. So far I am actually enjoying the peace and quiet of the empty office. Apart from the complicated travel arrangements, everything else works out okay. I’ve got myself an awesome piece of equipment – a blue-toothed headphones that I can now use with my mp3 player. No more entangled wires connecting head with the handbag, when any turn of a head “magically” pulls out the player connected to the other end of wires like a fish on a fishing rod. I’m totally happy with my new toy, the sound is good enough and what’s more important, loud enough to cut me off the street noise. So I can live in my own world even when walking among wierd strangers.
Since I do not have any particular preferences of a places and since I’ve got a lot of days of leave to waste (again?! what's wrong with you, girl?!) I’ve been browsing through tour agencies sites in lazily fashion hoping that something might pull my attention and I'll say : "that's it, I want to go there". I’ve discovered that it is cheaper to spend a week in ...Jamaica then get on a 6 days fjord cruise in Norway. Honestly, how much more ridiculous this can get! Jamaica – 9-10 hours of flight, Oslo – 2.5 hours, one is 4 stars hotel for a week, the other one – a tiny cabin on a cruise ship for 6 nights. I’m not amused – time is ticking and I have to take some holidays before the end of September and I cannot find a place I’d be interested enough to go. Not good. I've lost my "migrating gene" that used to keep me going places.
Russia is in a state of emergency. They’ve got forest fires. And temperature in the 40C. Not typical for that region at all. They are suffering from the heat wave and from a smoke. Moscow and few other regions, one of them – Voronezh. That’s where my parents live. Last night they had forest fire in just 30 km away from their place. And I begin to worry. *sigh*
Time is shifting and a new pattern emerged prominently or so it seems. I suspect this was part of a change. Time is no longer shared. I suppose, this was on intention.
The “annoying” thing about diary – you’d have a lot of things to say, thoughts to compose, emotions to express, but as soon as you’d get to the keyboard, most of it immediately start to look like stupid things to say, silly thoughts to have and generally unworthy to be mentioned. Time to wrap it up.