I’m in a question mode today, it seems.
A colleague told me that the very first thing she does right after she opens her eyes in the morning is look in the mirror. The very first thing I do is grab my Kindle and open the WordPress app to look at the comments on the blog that accumulated during the night. Which, I admit, sounds quite neurotic.
In the past, I used to hit the snooze button for at least a couple of hours because the best sleep ever is, in my experience, the kind I get between alarm sounds. But since I started living with N, that habit had to be abandoned. After 2 weeks of this regimen, he told me he was going insane.
What is the very first thing you do after opening your eyes?
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1) Give my partner a kiss 2) Check my e-mail 3) Brush my teeth.
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I would kiss my partner, too (she said defensively) 🙂 but he leaves for work before 8 am.
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Say, “fuck it” and close them again.
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I know what you mean. 🙂
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I get up, feed the cat, put on the news, then sit down on the couch to play some of my tap games on my iphone! I can’t eat breakfast for a while after I wake up, so that’s generally a ‘productive’ use of my time while I’m properly waking up.
I know exactly what you mean about the sleep between alarm sounds. I find I get the best dreams then, too.
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I can’t eat after waking up either. I don’t know how people manage to do that.
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I scoop up Glendower and we sneak out of the bedroom so we don’t wake up Sir John.
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On weekends, I do the same with my version of Glendower (which is my Kindle). 🙂
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Look out the window!
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Are you hoping to see a big city out there? 🙂
I used to look when I lived on the 16th floor in Montreal’s downtown. Nowadays, there is nothing much to see.
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I live on a second floor and I look out the window all the time. Hoping for better weather and waiting for the birds to return.
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Oh, I so hope for better weather when it will Finally rain and snow. And the annoying birds would just leave.
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You mean the corvs, clarissa? I don’t appreciate corvs either. I’ll be going now for a test and hope when I come back that my computer is not taken by a sweet but circumstantially unstable corv.
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I mean geese. They croak and attack people. Dangerous nasty creatures.
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Yes, my computer has been taken hostage 30 minutes ago.
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I miss my “jilguerito”. Can’t wait for the spring since jilguerito always wakes me up with sweet tunes.
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It is to see the sky! Although I know what you mean about not looking.
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When I lived in my very first tiny town, I spent a lot of time looking at the sky. It gave me some sense of continuity with places where there was a life.
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Try to rip the mask to darken everything off my face without ripping out half my hair.
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I tried using the mask once but I got too scared. Also the ear plugs. They scare me.
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I force myself to jump off my bed and get ready for class.
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I turn off the alarm, get up, put the computer on to read The Times online over breakfast. I probably either let the cat in or out too.
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I do that too
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Where do you live with the jilgueros and all? 🙂
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I center city but there are plenty of trees and full of birds. Sometimes they screwed up with me. Like one summer day, I was walking under the trees to avoid the sun and one of them with strong diarrhea shitted on me really hard. I was all dressed up and one of the tourists visiting historic sites saw me all shitty, handed me a Kleenex and pointed to a fountain to clean myself. It was a disaster!. But it was not a jilguerito.
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Human dialogue is difficult, especially when goals and expectations are different
Daughter: Mom, I am sick and tired of being here. This is my vacation home but is not my home. I don’t have freedom, my space, created by me. I don’t have a room on my own, no desk to work…nothing
Mom: What?, You don’t have your room?, your bathroom?
D: No mom, I can’t do my hair at 1 a.m. because I am not on my own. I don’t have my money. I want to work in whatever and be compensated and do with my money what I want.
M: Well, we are trying to move things around, to contact people and to help you.
D : Yes mom, but not in the way and with the speed I want
M: It seems that your situation is my fault. This is not fair.
D: Yes mom, it is your fault. Becuase I could have worked in a bar a get $ 2,000/month. And you told me: I have given you an education and treated you like a princess since you were born for you now to work in a bar….
M: silence
D: Mom, I am wasting my time here and you don’t understand. I am leaving tomorrow.. that’s it!.
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Who is this scary mother?
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Well, I think this is a mother who might be loosing a little bit of perspective. This girl is carrying on her shoulders the pressure of a father who, since she was born, has had schizophrenia and presently suffering from a terminal disease. Her father wants this girl to be with him and, according to the girl, be his personal house assistant. This is a girl with international experience but secluded now in her city of origin with much less cosmopolitan character. I think that, if her mom doesn’t come up with better ways to dela with the problem, the girl might reach a breakdown state. He has a history of being a cheapskate and two months ago requested the judge to wave his obligation to provide child support. He’s a University Professor and doesn’t have any other children or family expenses. This is a mad situation releasing madness all over the place.
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I visited Plaza del Potro this morning, one of the sites cited in “El Quijote”. It seems that Miguel de Cervantes visited the city quite a few times and stayed overnight at “Posada del Potro” (right side of The Square), converted now in a small gallery for exhibitions and art events. It was a refreshing and energizing walk.
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