MagDee’s World

stracilam ostatnio serce do pisania na blogu. pewnie dlatego, ze faktycznych zmian jest multum, a ze zmianami to jak  problemami. dopoki sa male i ujezdzalne to sie chetnie dzielimy z bliznimi, rozdmuchujemy, nawilzamy, zeby lepiej rosly i okazalej wygladaly. ale kiedy dopadnie nas cos, co naprawde boli i utrapia, wtedy siedzimy cicho i miedlimy w sobie. to troche tak jak sie rozwodzic na fafnastu stronicach, ze sie skaleczylo w palec, ale kompletnie pominac fakt, ze w zasadzie i tak toczy nas jakas potworna choroba i generalnie to za tydzien umrzemy. ale o, paluszek boli tu, krew sikala jak z wieprza!

w ostatniej notce pisalam, jak to stabilizacja i swiety spokoj. no wiec moge teraz wnukom przyszlym opowiadac, ze tak, babcia zaznala spokoju i poczucia stabilnosci. przez jakies 5 dni. i potem jej sie znudzilo.

nie na wlasna prosbe przerwany zostal ten idylliczny tydzien, kiedy wszystko bylo na swoim miejscu. dnia pewnego przyszlam do pracy, zostalam zawolana do szefa, ktory skrecajac sie w pelen zawstydzenia paragraf wyjasnil mi, ze firma przeprowadza redukcje, bo ich nie stac, a ze bylam jednym z ostatnich nabytkow firmy, to jako jedna z pierwszych mowie jej papa. i ze moge sobie isc w sumie nawet zaraz. ze niby w akcie dobrej woli dostane jakies tam dodatkowe grosiwo, zebym nie umarla z glodu w czasie szukania nowej pracy.

no to poszlam.

w zasadzie to przeciez ja i tak juz miesiacami rozwazalam odejscie z pracy i poszukanie czegos mniej czasochlonnego, albo otworzenie wlasnego biznesu. no wiec znalazlam i to i to. teraz pracuje sobie z mocno elastycznymi godzinami pracy na kilkumiesieczny kontrakt a w miedzyczasie dlubie stronke, wizytowki, plany zajec, inwestuje w ksiazki o mojej branzy. w miedzyczasie powoli pekam ze smiechu na mysl, jak to jeszcze niedawno myslalam, ze powinnam pracowac DLA KOGOS, bo dzieki temu mam wieksze bezpieczenstwo i stabilizacje. hue hue hue.

teraz sobie tylko moge pluc w brode, ze nie zrobilam tego wszystkiego w czasach boomu pienieznego a zabieram sie za to, gdy do drzwi puka recesja i ludzie beda mieli inne wydatki, niz na nauczyciela spiewu :)

cats are very intelligent creatures. yeah. right.

well, ok. one of our cats is. i think. the other one is not. i know that for sure.

yesterday was supposed to be such a nice day. go home straight from work, pick Igor up at the DART station, or not, eat out, or not, later try and unpack some more, or not at all. with no traffic on the way I was close to home early enough to consider coming in and pet the pets in the meantime. so i did. Missy greeted me and made a triumphal arch pose so I decided she wanted to play. well fair enough. i made the cat wipe the floor while chasing the pink fur on the wand thingy and then I dropped my tired body on the couch. Missy followed and after a long series of purrs she left the couch and I called the other cat in as it is unusuall for Honey to let Missy have all the fun and attention in the greeting ritual. so i keep calling and calling and calling… looking suspiciously at the washing machine on which i set the delayed programme in the morning (i have that thing. i fear i will one day lock and wash one of the cats in the washing machine, so I locate them before i close the machine door everytime). finally i hear a very weak “meeew”. my heart went up all the way to my mouth, i struggled to swallow it back to the chest area and the race started. i was opening all wardrobes, cabinets, drawers. no sight of the cat. i could sometimes hear it so I located it somewhere in the kitchen. and so, in this beautiful new fully fitted Ikea kitchen, there are 3 units full height and fully fitted. i went up the ladder and noticed 3 catsized holes at the back of the top each unit. no idea which one she went down in. i decided to take apart the unit with built-in fridge, waiting for Igor to come from work and help me unscrew the screws. obviously… the fridge door fell apart unexpectedly so i ended up with a huge tomato-glassy mess on the new floor (yeah. plastic ketchup bottles DO make sense to me now). then Igor came in and took apart other parts of the units trying to figure out what to take out first. well. underneath the unit that was hardest to take apart, between floor and the first shelf, under the properly fitted skirting there she was. she looked at us, came out, drank some water and forgot about the whole thing, which we were fixing back to its initial state for the next few hours and which we planned to spend in a completely different way. Honey was very nice and cuddly until the end of the day and today in the morning she jumped from the bedroom wardrobe… onto the back of my thigh while I was asleep. it was then when i decided NOT to count the darker cat before i close the washing machine next time around.

by the way. waking up in a warm cozy room and touching heated wooden floor with my feet justified all the hassle,cost and time put into this relocation thing.

first weekend in the new home coming up. we’re planning to go for a nice walk to check out this Bray Summerfest. and also it is today that we will be again connected to the internet so i need to prepare my room for internet sessions and wash the armchair after the last time my beloved Missy peed on it. i mean i will soak the recliner in the garden, which will probably dye our stone slabs pink….

I am going to stop translating my entries for the moment simply because there is no indication they are being read at all. If you would like me to continue translating - just ask

i’m too sick to translate that longish entry. cutting it short - i’m wrecked and sick, doing gig today, moving homes tomorrow, trying not to break everybody’s balls in the process.

so I went on my holidays. damn, it was a long time ago, I don’t even feel I’ve travelled at all, those stupid shrinks know what they say, when they say that you need a month to feel really rested. unfortunately not so many companies employ those shrinks, so it’s unlikely that I will be able to take a month off, so it leaves me with either 2 weeks or 3-4 days. this would work better, a week is not enough and too much to detach and rest.

Portugal is beautiful, white houses are lovely, they have Ice Tea in Lidl, food in restaurants is cheap, good and lots of. I was trying to imagine living there without air-condition at hand and my blood boiled…

and they have snakes! fortunately i was unaware of that horrifying fact until the second last day. we were going uphill on a small road between the apartment blocks chatting about how lovely it would be to live on the hill side when a 1.5-2m of snake made itself visible shining in the full sun and zig-zagging its way across the road in front of our car. I stopped and refused to move before it disappeared in the grass. it could bite the car or something!!!

i have to admit that a guy is only a guy and stupid he will be always. my gypsum pale bofriend after years of avoiding any sunbeams trying to make their way through his black clothes decided, that wearing sun protection while searching for seashells on the beach is stupid and not cool. after a few hours of sunbathing i started absendmindedly looking for shade, so i decided to leave the beach. we had a nice lunch, i heard the stories how Mru never gets sunburnt and only gets browner straight away. then we went for a integration evening. he lost his apetite on the way and felt so bad that we left the pub we were supposed to integrate in after 2 minutes (no harm done, who WANTS to go to a Linkers English looking, dusty and dirty pub in Portugal, for Petes sake!!!) and I became very worried when Mru just trotted behind me not even able to mumle and complain. got the taxi home and then he bloomed into a serious sunstroke with all it’s shades and events, so I sat quietly on the balcony hoping he would go to sleep and stop hurting. it ended ok, we just sat there for 1.5 day looking at the colour-changing skin and feeling a bit angry at the beach on the whole.

in addition we were hit by a strike of drivers protesting against fuel prices, who stopped fuel trucks so the gas stations were empty. so we spent our last evening in Portugal looking for a gas station to give us enough fuel to get the rented car back to the airport. cutting it short, we found petrol next day when the car computer was shouting at us that the tank is going to be empty in 6km. so we visited Marina with dolphins and seals and crocodiles and headed for the airport.

then my dad came to visit. Ireland showed him the true face, rain, sunshine, changing every 10 minutes. it was good though, finally we had time to drive around and talk a lot, and also i was slowly coming back to Irish reality after my holidays.

yesterday I’ve seen a house of my dreams. of course, half of daft.ie subscribers dream of the same house, so the landlords will pick and choose. i have some hope that they will pick us. if they don’t it will be very hard to find something more perfect. in that house even the colour and model of couches is perfect.

and that’s it because it’s hard to type with my fingers crossed.

below there is a link to my new cat pictures, just in case you missed them :)

wygle kitehy