Weekend

Dinner was good, and the conversation was even better. How glad I am I have my wonderful friends, and spending a Sunday evening like this was a nice way of rounding off the weekend.

Friday I went to a party downtown. There were almost 50 people there, but I knew only one from before. Luckily for me though he offered great support in this new environment, and next morning a nice breakfast too. ;) Yes, real lucky I am. The rest of Saturday was spent trying to get rid of a terrible headache, and I didn't do much at all. The beginning of Sunday was quite lazy as well, except for the little work I contributed with at this voluntary thing we had where I live. I was saved from most of it by a phone call (talked for an hour...), and after that I did some odd jobs around the house, right up until I went to see my friend for dinner.

But the last thing I did on Sunday was actually buying tickets for next week; I'm treating myself with a few relaxing days up north. It'll be like a spa break. And I deserve it, right?

As Sure As Eggs Are Eggs

No time for any lengthy posts right now, I'm off to meet my dear friend Kari, who's invited me to dinner. And she'll probably get the full report on recent events, poor thing. Some of it might be a little too much...

So instead of writing an essay here about a complicated love-life, I'll share with you a little thing that happened earlier. With no reference what so ever to anything at all.

My daughter made cookies today, and on the kitchen counter she left the empty egg carton. Or so I thought. I put it down on the floor to step on it. Make it flat for the paper recycling bin. Well, it wasn't empty. Talking about treading on eggs here! Or did I just lay an egg? And then left with egg on my face?

Anger Management

I realized something today, and that is that I find it hard to write when I'm angry. I write when I'm happy, I write when I'm sad. And at most other times too. But it seems I'm not that good with anger. A feeling I usually suppress, if I can't see the reason for it. I do know it can be used creatively; anger is a strong feeling , and even if you can't figure out why you're mad, you can still use the energy of it. A talent which I don't fully possess. So when yesterday I felt like screaming and shouting - I could even hear the words in my head - I didn't know what to do with it. Instead I'm sitting hear today, calmly analyzing my emotional state on an abstract level. Not the best way to handle it I guess. Always being rational.

Am I thinking too much? Oh yes, definitely, at times. And now I have even more people telling me that. But what the hell am I supposed to do then? (Did you notice? An expletive. Progress one might say.) I feel 'thinking' is the only thing I can do at times. But since much of my thinking sooner or later emerge in text-form anyway, I just better have to find a way to express this fury in words too. But it might take some time, 'cause my cursing never lasts long, especially when I have this fantastic Courvoisier X.O. to sooth my mind. A tiny sip and I'm quite content.

Had We Only Known...

Imagine how a single piece of information could change 30 years in an instant. How a few facts you've known all the time suddenly turns into a lifelike movie in your head just because you've learned something new about what happened back then. All you knew before was that this boy had been quite a fragile boy with asthma; he lived with his mother who spoiled him beyond belief. You were also told that the mother was a little nuts as well, and died when the boy was 8 or something. He then moved to his father. These were the "facts", and you grew to hate this boy.

He was a nightmare, totally unaware of other's needs or feelings, always living in his own world. Very intelligent, but a failure at school, and he could never finish anything. Quiet and withdrawn he would just exist to close to you for comfort. Hard to understand, except for the times when music talked for him. He was passionate about music and sounds, and he was a true technical whizkid.

You've spent so many years trying to avoid any confrontation with this boy, the irritation and uneasiness he provoked in you was just too much to bear. Until the day his half-sister tells about those last years of the boy and his mother.

The mother had cancer, and went in and out of the hospital for a long time. Of course she wanted to be with her son, but she was all alone, and there was no one to help out. Or explain anything to the boy. All he could do when his mother laid bent over the bucket and threw up her intestines, was to shut out the world with the headphones on. There he stood upright next to the record player, letting the music into his mind to subdue the fear and despair. The sound of his mother's sickness was replaced by guitars and drums.

When he was hungry he was sent to the nearest kiosk with money in his pocket for a hot dog. How this little boy must have hurt! No wonder he almost turned autistic as his half-sister now tells. All this considered we now realized this boy has turned out remarkably well. He's got a fantastic daughter, not raised by him though, but I guess he hasn't spoiled her either. He's also finished some education, and got a good job. (In computers of course...) And he's got a girlfriend, who's been with him for quite some time now.

But had we only known...

I had in mind to continue here with something about learning & communication, but I don't have the time now. Have to rush out and feed my son, they're serving fish at the base today... Hopefully I'll find the time and inspiration this weekend to write a whole new post instead.

Bright & Shiny - Not...

...to early for that.

Usually I don't write blogposts this early in the morning, then again- I'm usually not awake at all at this hour. I may be in upright position, getting my daughter school and such, but awake? Not that often.

So what's the occasion? Wireless connection at the hotel. I thought that was so fancy I just had to make use of it. (Kinda obvious I don't stay at hotels that often, ha?) And also I'm wide awake now after the Tylenol has kicked in, I've had a splitting headache most of the night. Probably the tension was too much. But I'm fine now, and looking forward to a nice breakfast before I continue my journey.