I have finally got a short breathing moment. This reality of mine can be so freaking demanding, I prefer to live in illusion instead! The planning application for my new extension has been approved by council last week Friday. That means – we are to charge ahead full speed, that also means – I have too little time to prepare my house for demolition exercise. We are in not for a short term of inconvenience, which we sort of came to terms with already, but the first stage is to be the most disruptive. With the house to be without water and electricity for the major works, there is only one sensible thing to do – to get the hell out of it. It would’ve been ok if it would’ve been just me, but for my mother it might be a challenge to stay in while the builders are doing their things around creating insurmountable mess for her. So here I’ve made arrangements, mainly for my mother. When I stop and take a breath and think the recent back, I am not sure if I had a moment over the last year or so when I had to think of myself. It feels as if it is always the others first, then my own needs only if they fit in the gaps left, if there are any. That’s what I feel and I’m not embarrassed to admit it. Sure I feel sorry for myself at times and sure I will do all I have to do regardless. To be able to say these things in a loud sort of way is already a small relief.
I have a sore shoulder as a reminder of the last weekend. I’ve stripped a pantry off the shelves and then its walls and ceiling off the paint. It was a good whole day of work and not for the weak and lazy. Whoever fitted those shelves in will get all my “gratitude” thoughts on the way they’ve driven 3 inch nails into the plaster wall and fortified the shelves with an odd engineering solution in a shape of a triangle welded into the half-pyramid base. Have you ever thought of how to take this “wonder” down, genius! The wonder came out of the wall with the pieces of the wall it cannot part from. So now I’m to patch the gaps, to paint the walls and to my complete thrill while stripping the windowsill from the old paint, I’ve discovered that it is rotten beyond repair. Oh joy. Just one more thing to my ToDo bucketful.
I am done with this site’s design; I’m satisfied to a point when I can’t be bothered doing anything else with it anymore. I’ve started receiving strange comments, all to my rather old entries, few years back or else. All flattering comments, mind you, yet the ones I would call – suspiciously flattering. Being sceptical as I am, I’m currently ignoring them. I think, they are – some home-grown spam of the WordPress world. When someone would leave a nice comment with the link to their website to get more hits or something. Does anyone else see such strange visitors in their diaries?