For this day I’ve been waiting a long time. That I could write again. I owe you some explanation. Maybe you thought that I lost my fingers and I couldn’t type anymore, but that’s not the case. I finally have a vacation, but the road to it has been a struggle.
In February I got Covid along with pneumonia. I was out of the running for about eight weeks. I got behind with my studies, but I insisted on getting my propaedeutic diploma in one year. The stress I got after recovering from Covid was not a fun period. But, after rain comes the sun. I passed my propaedeutic with an eight, and…. and! I have a new house. It is newly built and I am the first occupant. It’s a dream house, scandinavian bohemian looking, wooden ceiling. And also another update: just before I got Covid, I met someone. He’s still there. So our second date was Covid together, instead of wine together. At least so far, the year 2022 has been anything but boring and monotonous. Worth something too, right?
The temperature in the Netherlands is fantastic, but I’m now writing this article with my sweating armpits and knees. The past few weeks I’ve been busy with the house. With handymen. The first wallpaper man went home ill after thirty minutes, the floor man started complaining about the pain in his back after one minute. He called me, ‘I’m sorry, I’m outside, can you carry my bag?’. I was like hell yeah, I need that floor, I carry anything. Didn’t I know that his bag was as heavy as an elephant. So in the end we could both sign up for fysiotherapy and our hernia. Thank God he did finish the floor in one day. You understand, this has cost me three years of my life, the stress about the handymen. Last week picking out the curtain rod. The man asked ‘how big do you want it?’. ‘Big’, it’s a full wall of windows after all. ‘Do you want it thick or thin?’. I had trouble keeping a straight face.’Thick’ I said. ‘Thick and big, please’. ‘Allright, m’am’.
Yesterday I found out that my cat chipped his tooth, poor thing. Probably because of his disability he fell on his tooth. Cats don’t show that their in pain, he was still the active happy cat as always. “Die hards” as my vet called them. Now two teeth need to be removed. Life is not about roses, as we say in the Netherlands. Hopefully he will feel better soon. For today I’m about to paint the bedroom. The plan is that I’ll be done painting by Friday. Then I have a little vacation, and by the end of the month I have to go back to study. Allthough, I am looking forward to it. Soon I will finally put my Malta posts online. I hope to come up with a nice collaboration as well, I’m back.