Spring!
A Curious Surprise
It happened last December, the 24th to be exact (yes, I’m thinking about this since a while now). Ami and I where just returning from our afternoon walkies and on our way back in I casually peeked in my snail mail box. At this point I should tell you, that I very rarely get snail mail since I have all ads blocked and everything else is done digitally anyways. There is only one letter ones a month that comes via snail mail. So yeah, the peek was very casually and I didn’t expect to find anything, but to my surprise there was one lonely letter. I fished it out with two finger, too lazy to actually unlock the mail box. The “letter” was actually a card, I could feel that through the envelop. The writing on the envelop clearly was from an elderly person, no return address. Very curious since I don’t know any elderly (nope, no family) except my elderly neighbor, but she wouldn’t send a card vial snail mail, she just would hand it to. She is a totally sweet 80 years young lady. We often have extended chats over the fence. Ami loves her to pieces. But now I’m getting distracted. Where was I? Oh yes, right, that mysterious card.
So who would send me a card for Christmas? I contained my curiosity, put my coat on a hanger and fixed a fresh coffee. Then I sat down and opened it. And that is when it became really strange. The card was on you would send a business partner, kinda very neutral if you know what I mean, but the real surprise was inside. The card was from my father. I haven’t heard, let alone talked to him in over 30 years. What the heck is happening? Nobody wakes up in the morning and decides “oh today I gonna be a decent human being for a day”, right?
At this point I should give you a bit context. My childhood, like for so many of us, was not nice. Money was not an issues, neither alcohol or drugs. My parents and the absence of love and care along with physical and emotional abuse where what my childhood was made up of. With 14 I voluntarily went into foster care to get myself away from them.
So, now he had a brief fit of decency (maybe) and he has nothing better to do then to send me a card with a rather generic text? My first idea was, ok, maybe he wants to talk and reconnect. I send him a card back (same generic text, mind me, no need for me to get personal with that person) and scribbled my cellphone number at the bottom of it (extra tiny letters *grins*) to prevent more snail mail. One month later I got a text from him (regular text, not Whats App not Signal, I don’t use Whats App). Again very generic text: “I wish you a nice week. Peter”. Ok, maybe he needs an icebreaker, something to break the anxiety. At that point I was still thinking he might want to get something off his chest because why else would he contact me in the first place. And no, I’m not scared of him. He can not harm me anymore, beside he is close to 80. So I send a picture of Ami along with a funny text. That was a month ago and still no reply. Obviously he does not want to talk or make an honest effort to reconnect. Honestly I do not know what he want and I couldn’t care less, but still my curiosity is nagging the living daylight out of me. What does he want? Anybody got an idea?
Slava Ukraini
Monday is Canceled
Remember last weeks Monday? I had to spend 160 bucks on a locksmith to get back into my home. On Sunday I was over it, sorta, but then came this weeks Monday. I woke up feeling like I’ve been hit by at least 2 trucks. Monday morning always is grocery time, to I pulled myself together, got up and dressed. Got a coffee and expected to feel better but nope. I ended up texting T. and tell her that I would not be able to join her. Then I went back to bed. Last time I had a cold was about 10 years ago. I do not get sick often. So I was kinda thinking that it would be done and over with the next day but nope. Wednesday I was still feeling like crap and T. asked if I would like to test for Covid so we would know at least with what we are dealing with. I do not like to guess when it comes to medical issues, so I was all for it. I never had Covid (the blessing when you avoid people in general) so it was a first for me and I never got vaccinated (I’m old enough to remember Contergan). You bet, it lit up like a christmas tree on steroids. I’m almost certain I picked it up from that guy at the supermarket checkout who was sneezing all over the place. Seriously, I don’t get it why the supermarkets do not send their sick employees home.
Today is Friday and I’m still not good. It’s not like a typical flu for me but it isn’t less annoying. Everything hurts, even my eyes, and I feel very fatigue. At the same time I can not sleep during the night for some strange reason which doesn’t help. But chicken soup works wonders. Needs to be the one is lots of noodles in it, tho.
Now the next Monday is creeping up and I’m not having it. It’s canceled. Period.
Shit Happens Monday
My Monday started at 5.30. Ok, almost, it took me about 30 minutes to roll outta bed after the alarm clock woke me up. The mornings are really chill already and it was just that cozy in bed. But eventually I would get up and ready, T. and I wanted to do our grocery early so she could be in time for her riding lessons. We always do our grocery together and we always hit up our local Lidl. When that was done I went to our local dollar store for fun, new yarn and some misc. items. One of them being an items for T. she asked me to look for. So after a good half hour I carried my booty home and then I was about to brew a fresh coffee when I thought it would be good to drop T’s item over at her home (she and her family live right next to me). I hopped down my stairs, stepped outside my door and pulled the door shut . . . as soon as the door snapped into the lock I realized that I forgot my key and that is was stuck inside. Scheibenkleister! T. has my spare key but since my key was sticking inside, that wouldn’t work. T’s hubby and I discussed briefly if it would make sense to try to use a ladder to get to my sundeck but we dismissed that pretty fast. So he called the locksmith for me. I had to wait for about an hour til he arrived and then it took him about 20 minutes to crack my door without destroying it. I’m actually impressed how safe my door is. To put the cherry on top of the cake I received the invoice about 166 bucks to be paid right away on the spot. *gulp*
But you know, it could have been much worse. It gets much more expensive when they have to drill open the lock or break the door open. And I had the money. Yes I wanted to spend it for some new winter wardrobe, but oh well, I will get there eventually plus this was the first time in 55 years I had to call a locksmith to open my door. That’s pretty good, don’t you think?
Somewhat Patchy 