Sunday 29 April 2007 at 8:28 pm
And I can't stop him. Because, technically, it was his money and it is his house. It feels like ours to me though. But if he decides to sell, there would be no options for me: I would have to leave too. I'm actually quite good at leaving, but I have a problem with letting go and with settling down. It takes a whole lot more than a payed bill and some keys to make me feel at home. It takes time, a lot of time. And some patience, hard work and sweat.
He wants to move as soon as possible, with me. Maybe as soon as january...
Sunday 29 April 2007 at 8:07 pm
Somewhere, deep inside me, carefully tucked away, shelters a true woman. Today I found her... on the "Nootedop" (a
platbodem sailing boat with no original parts from 1880). The first time I spent some time on a boat, I turned greenish with twisted intestines. Well, sailing is a bit worse than "spending time on a boat". The Nootedop moves, wiggles and bounches up and down, from left to right. Sometimes, she would even play with my nerves by going sideways... I reacted as a true woman would do: I screamed. They laughed.
Monday 16 April 2007 at 09:45 am
In a home for elderly people with dementia, one can spent several hours introducing herself to the patients. The first day, the second day and the days after. After five days, mrs. X sees me and starts smiling: "I know you, let me think. You look so young." A small lightball appears over her head. "I know, you used to live next door!"
Almost right...
Sunday 15 April 2007 at 4:44 pm
The last time I layed my stethoscope upon a patient, was almost a year ago. The time in between was mostly spent behind a computer, which requires a whole different approach compared to a human being. So my first day as a semi-MD in a home for the cognically impaired elderly was filled with nerves... was my medical knowledge of an acceptable standard? Would I know what a pneumonia sounds like? How to approach an agressive 92-year old male with sexually delusions?
Thursday 05 April 2007 at 7:12 pm
This morning i decided that i wouldn't let anything ruin my day. Not the lack of sleep, my skirt getting caught in my bicycle, coffee spilled all over me, trains running late, having to stand in the train, people pushing me around at the station, etc, etc, etc. And, although i'm saying this myself, i did a pretty good job. However, hadn't i taken my valuables with me in one of the 10 min breaks we had during class, it could have turned this resolution around completely.
Lees verder
Monday 02 April 2007 at 08:06 am
I always wear the same 3 pairs of shoes, even when i go
dancing. But last weekend it was time for a spring clean (at least shoe-wise, still need to do my wardrobe, room, and me) and
i found some lovely
leather shoes which i wore in my larping
(live role playing) days just once. So when my friend asked my to try 'em out i couldn't say no, and tried them out. At first i wasn't sure if my heels would survive, but next to my new dancing addiction (sort of) i now got shoes to go with it!
