Nanowrimo?

While I was away my mother didn´t quite manage to stop the feline pus from pouring out of the side of Svarti . It could have something to do with my mother being old and refusing to use glasses - I´ve noticed she doesn´t want to use them, but she can´t see very well close up... She´s probably just put the antiseptic liquid on any kind of rag, and then she has been dabbing the cat on some random point on his side. No wonder he´s not cured yet. He complains when I touch his most tender - pus-filled - areas, but he doesn´t seem to suffer all that much. Must see if I can get a veterinarian to look at his "holes"...
The litterbox was very clean when I got back from Sweden, though. Wonder why? Maybe my mother has emptied it...

Today is the last day for me to not make up my mind about NaNoWriMo. It would be fun. But... on the other hand, I have so much to do! So many things that I´ve left waiting for a more convenient time - for months!
And if I do it - in what language should I write? (And why?)
So many decisions - I just can´t handle them right now...

Today´s good news is that the old pub in town has a new name, and a new owner. It´s now called "Pedros Pub", and it´s a much nicer place than it used to be. Pedro is a guy from Tenerife who is living with a woman from here. She met him on her first charter trip ever, when he was working in the first bar she went into, on her first night in Puerto de la Cruz. And now he has been living here for almost 3 years. Yesterday he opened"Pedros Pub".
Since today was a really grey and boring Sunday, I ended up spending several hours in Pedro´s pub, with M. and my young french friend...
There are worse ways to waste your time. My cats were angry with me when I finally got home, and now they are already sleeping in my bed.
[yes? no? yes? no? -- I´m still doubting about this NaNoWriMo-thing...]

Hole in the black cat

I´m back in Stockholm - after only5 days at home... It´s colder now, but still sunny, and we still have no internet at home, and if I keep using this particular Seven/Eleven, where I can use the computer for 1 hour for 19 SEK (2 €) I´ll end up crazy, or maybe I´ll start liking this loud hip hop music they play here ALL THE TIME... Maybe that´s why there´s always a free screen here.
While I was at home I had to take care of not only the kitty litterbox, but I had to take care of Svarti who had a nasty looking "hole" in his side. I think he had some minor wound there already a few weeks ago, but when I got home he was really sick, didn´t eat, and when I touched his right side he complained and tried to bite me - and I noticed a big swollen area. He got worse, and on Saturday I tried desperately to get hold of a veterinarian - but I only reached a bunch of answering machines, directing me to yet anoyter veterinarian... While I was working the phone the cat himslef had taken action - he had been licking the swollen part with his little tongue until the skin broke, and all kinds of nastylooking gunk started to pour out of his side - but all this made him feel better immediately, he got up, asked for food, and looked relieved. At that point I managed to reach one of the veterinarians, on her private phone, and she told me to go and buy some stuff and clean the wound, and try to keep the "hole" open during as many days as possible so that it would cure properly. So now I´ve left my mother not only in charge of the feeding, the litterbox cleaning but also the cleaning of the hole in the side of the cat...

Boiling head

It´s past 1 A.M, and I should be in bed - but I am not.
I´m back in "happy town" - though I never thought this town was that happy... Anyway, the "happy town" title was awarded to this place before I moved back, so I have probably managed to alter that supposed state of bliss by my grumpy existence.

It´s getting colder, so it seems like our climate is back to "normal" (hey?! why change now? I was getting used to this nice weather! Now I feel cheated...). The cats have noticed it too - they no longer try to sneak out when I come home late, they just sit and wait for me to come home so they can jump into my bed... Sure, I like having them near - but in my face? And tonight I woke up at arond 4, certain that I had some serious disease - my head was boiling, I thought I was about to die. But I was wrong. The problem was easily solved - I only had to remove Liffi, who had draped himself around my head - no wonder I had weird dreams...

And now that the cats prefer to spend time inside, the turds are alreadey visible in the litterbox... I somehow think they will go away, by magic - or by themselves - but I suppose I just have to learn to live with this sad fact: I live alone - and if I don´t remove the shit, nobody else will...

Stockholm was nice. Me in Stockholm wasn´t all that nice. I have to find a way to handle this double existence. Why do I have to go through hell every time there is a change in my life? Why can´t I be one of those people who can ajust to any kind of situation, in no time, and then go on with their lives as if nothing ever happened? But me, I´m not like that. Instead I sit here, once again, wondering what the hell I should do with my life. Sort of pathetic, isn´t it?

Saw a documentary about female suicide bombers late tonight. Scary. That´s one career I´d never consider. I mean, at least I know I don´t want to blow myself to pieces...
But now I have to sleep. I´ll soon have to get some pills to keep my excessive grumpiness away - otherwise I might plunge into a seasonal depression, and I don´t have time to be depressed now, with all my planned trips to Stockholm, Åbo, Tallinn, Madrid etc.
Sleep deprivaticon doesn´t exactly make me less grumpy, though.
Good night.

Thanks for screwing up our climate

I think I should send a "thank you"-note to George W. for screwing up the the climatological system of our planet, because we have just had the most incredibly warm and nice autumn month in Scandinavia. I´m in Stockholm now, and it´s October 9th, and a little while ago I was sitting outside, sipping (overpriced) white wine... in October!!?
Don´t get me wrong, I´m not complaining - I love it!! But it´s not normal... Something strange is going on, and I can´t say I´m all against it...
I saw my friend Ana today, and last time I was here, over a month ago, we were having lunch outside, "enjoying the last days of summer", as we thought... Well, we did the same thing today, had sat outside, still "enjoying the last warm day of the year". It´s so nice - but so weird!

I´m writing this from my husband´s office - because he still has no internet at home... (how can he do this to me?!). And since I happen to be an internet-addict, I just had to drag myself over here... But now he wants to leave, so I´ll have to do the same.

I try to get my husband to adopt a few cats. He is very reluctant.
We´ll see....

The week of the Crash

This week has been so exhausting I almost feel I´ve crashed. It could be it all started on Tuesday when we saw "Crash" - but it could have started to happen even before "Crash"... Anyway, as I already wrote, Nissan P. got stolen - and found! It had been abandoned on a school yard the morning after it was stolen, and only slightly wrecked... (I know I don´t own that car anymore, but I still care ;-) I mean, I had it for a long time, and now that it´s ventured out into the world on its own, it seems to be getting itself into trouble... isn´t it normal for me to be worried?)

During the week I kept working too many hours every day - mostly because I wasted so much time on weird things - like reading blogs [but there´s some good news here: I´m beginning to get bored by all those blogs now , so maybe it´t time to find some other way to waste my time... ]. I also kept drinking wine until too late in the night with the other "left behind wife" in the neighbourhood - but not too many nights this week, now that I think of it...
On Thursday night, when I finally got my shit, and this week´s program, together and was driving through a deserted town [rather erratically, I fear, since I was putting on my seatbelt and trying to find a CD at the same time as I tried to keep the wheel steady...], I didn´t get more than a few blocks closer to home before I saw flashing blue lights behind me - and having the movie "Crash" in fresh memory, I quickly pulled over so they wouldn´t feel obliged to shoot me or something... Not that I believe that the Finnish Police would do such a thing, but on the other hand, why risk it? Maybe I looked like somebody who could have been on her way to steal another Nissan...
Two men came over and asked me where I was going.
"Home from work", I said - truthfully.
"And what kind of work is that?!" one of them asked.
And of course it was an absolutely valid question at 1.15 A.M in a smalltown, now that I think of it. But for some reason I felt guilty, and started to explain all kinds of things...
"Ok, ok, but would you please blow into this tube..." they said, wanting to find out if I had been drinking.
I had not. And they wished me a nice ride home, or whatever. I don´t really remember. But it´s weird that I actually felt frightened for a few moments there, when I saw the blue lights flashing, and I realized they were chasing me (not too hard to understand, since there was nobody else in the streets at that late hour, a normal lousy Thrusday...)
At some point, during this exhausting, but not at all boring, week the CD/DVD at home decided to crash. Or at least it stopped functioning. Now there´s one more thing on my 3 km long "to do"-list that needs to be taken care of - and quickly, because now that I have the house all to myself, I mostly spend my time upstairs, at the computer - and I could, in theory, chose exactly the music I want to listen to at any given moment, since nobody´s "interfering"... But still I can´t! Or at least my election is extremely limited - I can listen to the radio, or to my old vinyls... (and for how many days am I supposed to endure that?) Shit. I really hate it when these super complicated appliances start behaving strangely, because my experience, so far, is you never get it fixed properly. At lesst that´s what has happened to all the other systems we´ve experienced so far, since we live in this house. I don´t know what to believe... Do we just have an incredible bad luck, and we just happen to buy music systems that are crap? Or is there nothing else on sale out there...? I mean, how would I know?
Anyway - I just hate it! Because I have no clue what to do to fix it, and I hate even the thought of having to disconnect all those cables and things from that box and take it somewhere to be fixed (that is, probably not fixed...) In case you ask why I get so upset by this.... well - because it´s so fucking frustrating not to be able to listen to music, that´s why. And no, I can´t listen downstairs all the time, since the computer is here. And I just don´t need another thing to take care of right now...
On Friday I did something that was really quite a sacrifice for me... But maybe I did it because I´m just too kind? Of course, nobody would think fo me as "kind"- it sort of goes against my image... ;-)
Anyway - this Melodirazzian thing on Friday was actually so weird it was fun - in it´s own perverse way. But the person (J.) who was the reason me and the other "abandoned housewife" went to this strange event in the first place, ended up as the biggest loser of all participants in this song writing competition. [I´d almost consider that a good thing, though...]
On Saturday it was all work until 4 P.M - but after that both the song writer and me went to a party - that lasted longer than a normal work day...
Which is why I´m exhausted right now, after a shorter work day, but still too little sleep, too much to do - and for the second time in a month I woke up to find only sour milk in the fridge. That´s just so frustrating!!
And the cats? Well - no more shitting in the closet, at least. And Liffi has accepted me as his primary caretaker, it seems, which means I often wake up too early, thinking my head is about to reach the boiling point... That cat is incredibly warm when he drapes his little body around the top of my head.
What else have I done?
I´ve applied for a job that I have very few chances of getting.
I´ve spoken for a long time with Nines, who was "al borde de un ataque de nervios". I´ve never heard her that upset and angry and tired, and - maybe "disillusioned" is the right word here?
I´ve also tried to speak French - without much success, I fear, since my old French knowledge is so mixed up with my Spanish...
I´ve actually been enjoying myself a lot. But...
I still have problems handling this "left behind"-existence, that has been my life for the last month. On Wednesday I go to Stockholm for a week - something I´m really looking forward to - but I have to admit that this whole situation is exhausting, somehow. I have to think forward, make plans many weeks in advance, try to be extra efficient in what I do in order to be able to take a week off... I´m not used to it, and it´s getting at me now.
Have to wash some clothes now, so they will be dry by Wednesday. Have to buy cans of cat food that will last for 8 days. Have to get my prescription medicines renewed before I go... etc etc.
[shit. I´m falling asleep as I write...]