Life is a bore they say.

I experience life in layers. I was made acutely aware of the fact this morning. I’m going in to work this morning for a few hours; the telephone rang with the offer yesterday afternoon while I was vacuuming the rug. I have been away from that environment since last Saturday; a much needed break. Apparently, on some level I don’t want to go back; I dread going back.

I kept myself busy all of last evening, and all of this morning. I haven’t allowed myself to dwell on the issues at work. But alas, as I was editing some html code, my eye roved away from the monitor and up to the top of the swaying pines in the distance; and I burst into tears. It wasn’t that I was allowing myself to wallow in my aversion to the workplace; I was thinking about trees when the tears suddenly appeared.

Sigh. I guess it is best that I experience my feelings. Not much to be done about the situation in the short term. I’m working on change though, working, working, working on change.

Luna just sold her house, which is near our little house in the city. She will be moving away before we manage to move to the area. Can’t be helped, they need to live close to Janus’ job. Glad for them, sad for us. I wonder what the silver lining in this cloud will be!

Terra and Lares are looking into buying a house, near our little house in the city. That would be nice. We have our fingers crossed for them.

Attila and I are busy planning our next visit to the little house in the city. Attila plans to use his time there to line the kitchen cupboards with cedar boards. My job is to re-organize the pots and pans and dishes and such, when the job is complete. We have been trying to find a second hand rake to rake the yard there, but the season for yard sales is long over and I guess we will have to bring the one at the country house with us in the car; it is a very iffy fit. I will be keeping my eyes open for a used rake though, perhaps I’ll try a nearby ReStore, their stock varies week to week.

Mist thinks that her humans are making strides, learning at last to keep the house at a reasonable temperature. Ha! Little does she know that the next time we travel to the little house in the city all her hard work will vanish into thin chilly air. By the time we get back the country house will be chilly, and Mist will definitely be disappointed in our failure to learn our lesson! Still, she is a very forgiving cat.

Worldly Distractions

Weather

4 °C
Condition: Mist
Pressure: 100.5 kPa
Visibility: 6 km
Temperature: 4.0°C
Dewpoint: 3.6°C
Humidity: 97 %
Wind: SSE 9 km/h

Quote

“A bore is a man who, when you ask him how he is, tells you.”
Bert Leston Taylor

(Lies, like junk food, feel good in the short term!)

Sunny Days

Another beautiful day in our neck of the woods!

I called Em for a chat and we had a very satisfying chin wag. All is well in her world, as far as health and all things of true importance are concerned. We chatted about weather, the work of Rene M. Caisse, grandchildren and poker. Not a bad mix of topics really.

Finally, I’ve taken it upon myself to use the vacuum cleaner. Benny and Bim are wonderful dogs, we love having them for a visit. It isn’t their fault, but they do shed a lot, particularly Bim. I got most of it with the vacuum this morning, but I know that it will take a few more cleaning sessions before I get all of it.

I’ve been looking at Kobo. I cannot afford, nor do I particularly want, the device; I downloaded the Kobo desktop software for the Macintosh. It works quite well, there are some free books that one can read, about 100 of them I think. However, I’ve read almost all of them, and the ones I haven’t read are not on my list of “must reads”. I am rereading The Prince, which is an interesting experience because I was in my early twenties the last time I read it. Perspective is everything! I wonder if the concept of parallax has been applied to the concept of time; what would that be called?

The filing is under control again. It was a big job, as the bills and bits of this and that have been unattended since the beginning of September, when we left for our holiday at the little house in the city.

Mist is sitting in front of the fireplace waiting for Attila to come home. We didn’t have a fire last night and the house is coolish, but not chilly. However, Mist’s standards of warmth have obviously not been met!

Worldly Distractions

Weather

5 °C
Condition: Sunny
Pressure: 103.1 kPa
Visibility: 16 km
Temperature: 5.0°C
Dewpoint: -4.9°C
Humidity: 49 %
Wind: NW 11 km/h

Quote

“And of my loyalty none could doubt, because having always kept faith I could not now learn how to break it; for he who has been faithful and hontest, as I have, cannot change his nature; and my poverty is a witness to my honesty””
Souce: The Prince by Nicolo Machiavelli, Translated by W. K. Marriott