23 horas y un dia

Para muchos contar las horas es fundamental en sus vidas. Vivir pendientes de lo que dicta nuestro calendario también.

Es cierto que todos llegamos a este punto: un dia de veintitres horas nos agota. Aunque pensar en aprovechar la luz del día sea algo positivo!

Por ese mismo motivo, y sólo a un día de cambiar de calendario, aprovecho para saludarlos a todos y cada uno de ustedes (los que leen este blog, los que no tienen idea, los que dijeron que estaba bueno, los que comentan y los que leen en silencio). Que todos sus deseos se puedan comenzar a cumplir con el inicio de un nuevo almanaque!

¡Salud, pesetas y amor, como decía algún familiar entrado en años! (y vaya a saber por qué en ese orden)

Un último comentario del año: un ser cibernético contestando un mensaje de texto saliendo de toilette de damas, se mete por error en el de caballeros, al ver que el camino parecía no seguir, levantó la vista y se dio cuenta de la situación, mientras le pedía disculpas al hombre que vio desde el espejo para seguir enviando su mensaje de texto... ¿no saben de quien podría tratarse, verdad?

Christmas fever

Fever facts (highly contagious, be aware!):

Everybody seems to be busy trying to buy some gifts. But, why can't they do it a month earlier? It's a sea of people out there and not exactly a sea of love, if you know what I mean. Result: it's impossible to walk as a normal person while the others are pushing, elbowing their way to the shops or malls.

If you didn't have time during the year to see your friends, should you crowd restaurants, pubs and other places just for the sake of making toasts? Oh, come on... It's one more season's time, not the end of the world.

If you don't drink alcohol, why should you worry about getting a Dom bottle in a winery store? Don't you see that it looks shallow, even if you want to make a good impression?

And what about food and all those crazy menus our mothers, aunties and grannies prepare? Hot meals (and high-calorie food)! Italian Panettones and Spanish nougat bars in hot summer days!

And supermarkets changing their prices? (you end up leaving your salary and almost your holidays there!)

I love Christmas time, but I just don't understand certain traditions. It seems I'm immune to the fever, after all.

old stuff

While I was trying to make my home look cosier, I discovered some things:
1) the things you need are never were you left them the previous day.
2) what you are not looking for appears everywhere.
3) all those unnecessary books/magazines/leaflets that were supposed to be discarded/ given away are still laughing at you from your library. Hence there's no room for your precious books and encyclopedias.
4) what is about cushions that dogs love them just to destroy them in a second? and what makes me buy more so as to feed my dog's obsession?
5) what is wrong with all my family that they care about my porcelain/crystal figures and curtains more than anything else?
6) is it possible that whenever someone tries to help you in finding something you need, you lose all your time and patience?
7) why does the super of the building interrupt what I'm doing when he knows I'm very busy?

mobile on the yoghurt

I thought I was the only one who could have an accident such as letting my mobile fall into the street drains. Apparently not.

He was having a yoghurt as a quick snack on the way home after some shopping. Putting the empty container in the bag with the stuff, keys and mobile was the second step towards disaster: the container wasn't completely empty and the liquid flooded everything.

At the following day of such event, I received a text message: "I hear you, but it seems you can't. A yoghurt fell on my mob".

Result: he won the gold medal and I thank God for finishing a runner-up.

nineteen to the dozen and angels

Even if I'm very busy at this time of the year, I can't stop thinking about those Christmas gifts for those I care. Last year I forgot to give a friend a couple of angel figures for her Christmas tree. Then, I moved out and forgot all about it. When I came back home a month ago, I saw one of the figures without the original wrapping on the floor and I felt like I had betrayed my friend. Call me a fool, but I'm sure it was in a box with other stuff. Highly suspicious (remember the working men at my place? guilty as charged!).

So, some days ago I bought new angel figures (my friend still remembers the figures lying on the floor as she was with me the very first day I moved back in). The funny thing is that, this time, the figures are, in fact, candles. And the shop assistant, a very nice man, told me not to light them before Christmas unless I wanted to behead them...

Of course this was not the real subject I wanted to write about. Yesterday a well-known journalist and writer passed away. He wrote all sort of books about angels and he said he came back from death several times after having been operated on his heart many times. I wonder if he actually saw the "white bright light", as he mentioned his own experience and other stories he recorded from ordinary people in his books.

Now, why I connected the not-to-be-beheaded figures before Christmas with the books this man wrote is a mystery to me. Possibly, because I'm working too much and all sort of associations are made in my mind. Definitively, holidays is the key word.

clouds and rain and losing perspective

I'll be all week long behind the screen trying to meet deadlines. But why? Oh well, there's no point in trying to avoid my obligations. Anyway, I can't stop thinking of perfect weekends and spare time, enjoying a rainy day like today.

Because even in a moment like this, I think there's a good reason to do what I do. The thing is that I need to keep focused.

The question is: how will I do that if I'm bored to death from the very beginning?

still breathing

I haven't gone anywhere. I have just started to settle down in my flat, after a looong time waiting for the working men to take off and leave me alone. Still, some little things are "in process" (the painting can wait at least a month while I try to recover from this nasty experience of sharing my life with the plumber and the mason).

While I was covered in dust and construction material, my computer said "no more". Some virus took over my files, but I was prepared: backup is my middle name!

The result of moving in: several boxes still to be opened and checked, furniture still to be brought back home, pen drive still missing, a suspicious broken floor tile in the kitchen, the old-not-so-old lady from the floor underneath mine calling the police to complain about the noise coming from my flat, a policeman ringing my doorbell not knowing what to do (the noise wasn't that bad). And if you think that's all, you're completely, absolutely wrong: I'm still taking part in the "association of flat owners" which means taking care of other problems in the building (lift, lights, the maintenance of the structure of the building, neighbour issues, etc!).

The good news: I'm back home. Planning my holidays!