Randomness
Last week I very, really, incredibly stupidly knocked a glass of juice over my brand-new, awesome, beloved laptop. Needless to say, it is now broken. I could kick myself in the teeth. It was so random and careless. *rolls eyes at self* I hope the people in the store can fix it. And I hope it won't be too expensive, either... :/ Arrgh, I miss my computer!
However, in a strange reversal of fortune, I picked up a book to keep myself busy and have now read two novels in six days. This is the way I used to be, before I became addicted to being online, reading fanfic and downloading my favourite shows. I miss reading like this, but I know that as soon as my comp is fixed I'll revert back to my addictive ways... Oh, well!
Last year I had the plan to read a book a week. I managed about a book every two weeks. I'll see what happens this year (prob. same old).
I spent the weekend at my father's (about a 3,5 hour trainride away). He and his partner have been together for around twenty years now and it shows. I found it very amusing to hear them bicker and fuss about little things in their own caring (but somewhat irritating) way. "We have to turn right here, Tom." "I know, Hank." "Just thought to mention it, Tom." "We pass here every day, Hank." "Just saying so, Tom." "I'm taking a short cut here, Hank." "If you go left here you'll go through Baker street, Tom." "Yes, Hank." etc. etc. They really do sound like an old, married couple. They took me around the country, very eager to show me all the sights and beauty of their rural surroundings. It's just that there really isn't much to do there, the country is winter barren, there are endless fields in the middle of nowhere (which is non-existent in the busily populated area where I live), you pass a "town" in twenty seconds, and the empty fields look rather desolate. It was also raining. I didn't bring the right shoes which meant my feet were wet, I was cold all the time (even in the house), and being inside was boring. On the other hand, they tried so hard to make me feel welcome, they stuffed me with food and tea, and were so happy that I came to visit, that I'll have to visit again come spring (we'll see everything again, in bloom and hopefully warmer, which will lighten my mood).
My father's house is so white and proper, that I feel like an intruder just stepping inside it. Everything is exactly in place and so crystal clean! I just sit on the couch and try not to move too much. I like my house cluttered, imperfect and looking lived-in. It doesn't matter if something is nudged or if the cat comes in muddy-pawed or if I have people over. But I did get to take a nice, warm bath before bed. Heaven!
I get frustrated with my dad complaining though. He just hasn't got much to keep him busy, so he cleans and minds the little things. He moved to the country because the city was giving him stress, but he always finds something to complain about. The neighbour's barking dog, for instance, or the threat of a kindergarten getting built nearby. But then he'll turn around and say he's bored because there's nothing to do and he's lonely. I swear he doesn't know what he wants. Really though, he'll never be content until he's happy with himself, and he's far from there. He's looking for perfection, but that's just never going to happen. I wish he would settle for acceptance. It would make his life so much more comfortable! And mine easier. :/
However, in a strange reversal of fortune, I picked up a book to keep myself busy and have now read two novels in six days. This is the way I used to be, before I became addicted to being online, reading fanfic and downloading my favourite shows. I miss reading like this, but I know that as soon as my comp is fixed I'll revert back to my addictive ways... Oh, well!
Last year I had the plan to read a book a week. I managed about a book every two weeks. I'll see what happens this year (prob. same old).
I spent the weekend at my father's (about a 3,5 hour trainride away). He and his partner have been together for around twenty years now and it shows. I found it very amusing to hear them bicker and fuss about little things in their own caring (but somewhat irritating) way. "We have to turn right here, Tom." "I know, Hank." "Just thought to mention it, Tom." "We pass here every day, Hank." "Just saying so, Tom." "I'm taking a short cut here, Hank." "If you go left here you'll go through Baker street, Tom." "Yes, Hank." etc. etc. They really do sound like an old, married couple. They took me around the country, very eager to show me all the sights and beauty of their rural surroundings. It's just that there really isn't much to do there, the country is winter barren, there are endless fields in the middle of nowhere (which is non-existent in the busily populated area where I live), you pass a "town" in twenty seconds, and the empty fields look rather desolate. It was also raining. I didn't bring the right shoes which meant my feet were wet, I was cold all the time (even in the house), and being inside was boring. On the other hand, they tried so hard to make me feel welcome, they stuffed me with food and tea, and were so happy that I came to visit, that I'll have to visit again come spring (we'll see everything again, in bloom and hopefully warmer, which will lighten my mood).
My father's house is so white and proper, that I feel like an intruder just stepping inside it. Everything is exactly in place and so crystal clean! I just sit on the couch and try not to move too much. I like my house cluttered, imperfect and looking lived-in. It doesn't matter if something is nudged or if the cat comes in muddy-pawed or if I have people over. But I did get to take a nice, warm bath before bed. Heaven!
I get frustrated with my dad complaining though. He just hasn't got much to keep him busy, so he cleans and minds the little things. He moved to the country because the city was giving him stress, but he always finds something to complain about. The neighbour's barking dog, for instance, or the threat of a kindergarten getting built nearby. But then he'll turn around and say he's bored because there's nothing to do and he's lonely. I swear he doesn't know what he wants. Really though, he'll never be content until he's happy with himself, and he's far from there. He's looking for perfection, but that's just never going to happen. I wish he would settle for acceptance. It would make his life so much more comfortable! And mine easier. :/