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Well, I can honestly say that I spent the better part of the day sitting on my rear end behind this computer and that I almost ignored the cats and the Überhund and the household and the world at large. Almost…I fed those who needed to be fed and walked those who needed to be walked and medicated that one too, and I went to the store in between showers. I even scrubbed the toilet half heartedly. If you are in a hurry to go, it is clean enough.

I made cigarettes and made a new appointment for the Überhund to get groomed and for me and my sister to go to Ikea Friday afternoon. I need to buy a rug for by the sofa under the coffee table, because I, unbeknown to me, dropped a cigarette there and burned a hole in the linoleum. Yes, I know, those smokers!

I rejoined Facebook, although I have some trepidations about it, but I will not make the mistake of becoming friends with everybody and their sister and start handing out hugs and flowers and good karma. I am going to be very careful and take it really slow and ignore a whole lot of things and people.

So, I was doing that this morning, sort of organizing the site and seeing if there were any groups I wanted to join. Some of them were so heartbreakingly pitiful that I could hardly look at the accompanying picture. These were the groups for good causes. I have to be careful there, because I am too tenderhearted and will walk around with it for hours and the subject will not leave my mind.

So, I joined the feminists, because they are not sad and pitiful, but strong and admirable. You can’t just waltz over them. And they are not helpless children or animals who have no rights and no voices to speak up with.

Then I decided that I needed a new email address and when I attempted to do this according to the instructions of the provider, I reached absolutely no result and got mildly irritated. The phonelines at the help desk were so swamped that they apologized and asked you to call back some other time, but they did have a digital way of asking a question and I soon got an answer which referred me to an on line instruction booklet, which helped me on my way and brought the solution.

After a little while, I had my new email address, but then I had to import my address book from the other email address. Well, I exported it just fine, but I could not get it imported for some reason, even though it did tell me repeatedly that it had performed the task. So, I sat down and hand wrote the email addresses that I really wanted on my new address and could be very picky and skip the ones I didn’t give a hoot about. I entered them all and now I have a really very good list of addresses of people I like and admire and am fond off and of whom I want them to know my new email address. I sent the email in batches, as I don’t know to how many email addresses you can send something all at once.

I also lost my Internet connection a few times, which meant I had to shut down the computer and pull out several cables from the modem and wait for about ten minutes, before I could reinstate everything again. It always does the trick, but it is a bother when it happens. Don’t you love it when things come with special instructions?

In the meantime, it just kept raining outside and everywhere was heard the hammering of nails in wood of people building their Arks. Animals are starting to gather in the street and it is quite busy at the junction with them milling about and trying to stay clear of the traffic.

Sometimes, for several seconds, I forget that I live alone here and I start to feel a nervous anticipation of having to get the show on the road and do something housewifely that will make me look productive and important. It is then with a great amount of relief that I realize that there is no co-habitant coming home, whom I have to justify my existence to and who I have to make room for. I don’t need to explain why I am sitting so comfortably behind this computer with the Überhund at my feet and no dinner on the stove, but a cat on the kitchen counter instead.

What joy there is in living alone.

Oh, by the way, the person who told me that the library membership was 70 Euros told me a great big fib. It is only 26 Euros, so that makes quite a bit of difference and I will be able to afford that. We have such a wonderful library with such a wonderful selection of books and CD’s and reference books. I must become a member, if only to work on that rock and roll list.

Well, my dear people. It is time for me to fix something to eat and watch a little mindless TV maybe. The day has rushed by again and I don’t know if I’ve spent it as well as I could have, but it has been interesting, to say the least.

Have yourself a splendid weekend and I hope you find some sunshine in it somewhere and send some this way too.

Ciao…

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This morning I weigh 93.5 kilos. That’s more like it! I can say I have lost 32 kilos now, more or less. Yesterday I ate one cookie, one chocolate and the rest of the day I snacked on Melba toast and cheese. Finding out I can eat more certainly has made me want to eat more. I eat the extra bit of cheese now, because I know I can. I really have to watch it.

This morning I didn’t wake up until 6:30. I enjoy sleeping late. When I wake up, I really feel like I have had enough sleep, like I did yesterday. But I still managed to fall asleep on the sofa anyway.

In the morning I walked the dog and fed the cats and cleaned up the kitchen. I always clean up the kitchen in the morning, because I am too lazy to do it the evening before. I only wash the dishes once a day. But it is a nice routine in the morning, a good way to start the day and I clean the cat and dog dishes at the same time.

After I had gotten properly dressed and made up, Eduard asked me if I wanted to go to the library with him and I said yes, because I thought it would be a perfect opportunity to also go to the chapel and to go have a coffee. Eduard misunderstood me at first and thought I wanted to have coffee at the café in the library, but that would have been too boring to me. I meant Café Monopole downtown, of course. So, after we got that straightened out, off we went to the library. There is a little sitting area on the floor where the novels are and you can sit and listen to a spoken novel with headphones, so I sat and did that while Eduard searched for books. Soon enough, he was done and we checked out his books, which you can also do yourself at the ‘do it yourself counter’, so that makes everything very easy. Then we rode our bikes across Square ’92 to the elevator of the pedestrian/bike bridge. The square is named after the year of the Maastricht treaty.

When we got to the Our Dear Lady Basilica, it was very busy there. There were a lot of tourists there as usual and let me tell you here, the most dangerous people in traffic are pedestrians, especially tourists. Without any regard, they walk into the road, regardless of traffic. It is like they have suicidal tendencies. They don’t look left or right or up or down, they just walk straight ahead with no worries or cares about any other traffic at all. I always end up shouting at them: Sure, go ahead, lay down under my bicycle, no problem!

In the chapel I prayed the Our Father, and after that I said, Hi God, it is me, Irene, are you taking good care of my daughter and my grandson? Just checking, really, if he is paying attention. I haven’t addressed my Higher Being directly for a while now and I thought I would give it a try. I guess I feel secure enough to be able to do that now. You can feel it in your bones if the timing is right.

After that, Eduard and I rode our bikes to Café Monopole, all the while avoiding those dangerous pedestrians. We managed to find an empty table on the terrace and ordered coffee and a piece of strawberry pie. The coffee came with a cookie and a chocolate this time and that is one reason why I like to go there, because they aren’t skimpy with their sweets. I had four bites of the pie and it was delicious. The strawberries were freshly glazed, so they tasted very good.

Eduard was very sweet and went to M&S Fashions with me and we looked at the sales rack. M&S Fashions constantly has items on sale. As soon as they have a new collection in, they put the old stuff on sale. This time I found a wrap around tunic at 70% off, so that was a real steal. It has long sleeves, so I will be able to wear it for a while yet, and I bought a little tank top to go with it with little beads along the top of it. Very cute! You must all realize by now that I am clothes crazy, especially when I can get stuff marked down so much. I cleaned out my closet to make room for all of my new clothes and all of the old clothes, that are to big on me now, can go to the recycle store. I’ve got all of my stuff on hangers, so they are easy to find.

I walked Jesker in my new clothes and, because the weather was so beautiful, we hung out on the field for a while. The grass was dry, so I could sit down, and Jesker especially likes this, because, after a while, he lies down beside me and together we watch the people and other dogs go by. The clouds were beautiful, huge, white, cottony looking heaps of whipped cream in the sky. That’s the best about the end of the rainy time, the clouds are great. Whenever Jesker sees a dog, he waits for that dog to be gone and then goes to sniff all the places that dog has been. I guess he finds out a lot about that dog that way.

In the afternoon I sort of watched a movie. The Interpreter with Nicole Kidman and Sean Penn. I fell asleep halfway through and didn’t wake up until the end of it. Still, I saw enough of it to get what it was all about. Then I was supposed to watch The March of the Penguins, but I realized too late that I was on the wrong film channel and that I had missed most of it, so I’ll have to watch that the next time it is on. It’s supposed to be a very good documentary about penguins and Eduard showed it at the film house with a lot of success.

I realize that I write this blog with an audience in mind and that makes it hard sometimes, as my audience is so diverse and I keep picturing different people when I write it. So now I have decided to write this as a diary for myself, keeping the audience out of mind mostly and maybe that will make it a bit easier to write. If I just write it for myself, as a reminder of my days, maybe that will loosen up my thoughts a bit and make it less artificial. I will just write as I think of stuff, as it comes to me.

Yesterday I did two loads of laundry and dried them both outside on the new washing lines. The laundry dries in no time at all and it smells so good! I love hanging the laundry up to dry and taking it in again. It makes it much more fun to do laundry. I have another load to do today and I look forward to doing it. Silly me for having such fun doing that. It is a good sign however. When I enjoy doing laundry, things are going well with me.

Last night was a perfectly lazy night. I went to bed at 9:30 after spending some time watching silly programs on TV. There wasn’t that much on worth watching. Saturday night never is a good night for watching TV, they figure most people are out that night doing more interesting things. They don’t think about us old fogeys, staying at home, being boring. I suppose I would be more fun if Eduard and I were real drinkers and we enjoyed going to a pub regularly. There are people who have their special pub to go to, but we have never gotten into that habit. Let’s face it, it is better if I stay off alcohol completely, the stuff doesn’t do me much good. I am a lousy drinker and get sentimental too soon and too down. The last screwdriver I had made me realize that. That’s when out neighbors were here and I felt compelled to tell the story of my parents. Bad move!

I think about my parents every day. Not constantly, but they pop into my thoughts regularly. I am always reminding myself how I feel about them and how that affects the way I think about a lot of things now. I know that there is behavior in me that comes straight from my mother and some of the least likable things I have to keep an eye on and make sure they don’t pop up too much. I also know that I recognize some of my father’s most likable trades in Eduard. That, for instance,
is the very caring and kind side of him. Also the very comical part of him. So you do subconsciously choose the parts of your parent in your partner. I have my mother’s intelligence, but that can be a drawback too, in thinking that I know everything, when in fact I don’t. My mother always thought she had great psychological insight, when in fact she didn’t. So I have to make sure that I don’t make the same mistake. I think I have my kindness from my father. I can be a bit of a pushover, though. But I definitely see things of my father in Eduard and I am happy about that, because they are lovable things and I am glad to be reminded of these things of my father. There are many grey areas when it comes to my parents, it isn’t very simple all in black and white. There are no good guys and bad guys. There is responsibility and lack thereof. There is weakness of character and lack of understanding and lack of guidance. Everybody s a victim.

Now the cats are starting to become very noisy. They want to be fed, but Jesker is still asleep in the bedroom. He was out here once, but has gone back to sleep some more. He saw that I wasn’t ready yet. It is so late already! That is one drawback of sleeping late, you get started later with everything too. Well, it doesn’t really matter. I am a master of my own time, after all.

I want to say, well, dear diary, that was it for today, but I’ll say, well, dear audience, have a terrific day. Ciao…

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