A few weeks ago I cancelled a hike because I thought I was too tired to lead (well, I did not exactly invite anybody, just some people assumed that they can come with me). But in the evening, I was fine for 5 hours of salsa.
Last week I was ill, very high fever, but there was salsa ball on Sat. On Friday I had to go to work for a bit because somebody else was ill and I had to change my little babies. So, I told E that on Saturday I will not go to salsa workshops to dance, will go and take pictures instead and will only dance in the evening. Arriving at uni, of course I went to 5 workshops and then dancing in the evening until 2 when the security thought it was enough dancing. Playing flute on Sunday, surprisingly enjoyed it despite the lack of bass guitar (and because the sound people came late or I don't know what, I know the microphone was on, but I felt I was a bit too loud. Or maybe not.
Today, Thursday, I was going to go to salsa again, but coming home, chat with P and E, I decided I am too tired to go to the city centre (plus I have to be at uni super early tomorrow). So I can play the flute.....or......make a cake for the independence day tomorrow. Of course the most complicated cake I know. So here am I sitting, cake in the oven, still many things to do, having not played the flute yet (and it is getting late!).
At least the cake will be good! Happy independence day!
Thursday, 23 February 2012
Sunday, 12 February 2012
salsa day
Woke up thinking about linear algebra and missing my last year mathematician housemate. A bit of daydreaming or doing I don't know what, messing around in R in my computer and "organising stuff", some washing, a useless trip to city centre, it was time for salsa! In Selly Oak. I have not worn heels a while, I normally dance in flats at uni, because the floor is quite dirty and the leather soles go shiny and slippery too fast. So today my feet are really tired, really really tired! There was cha-cha lesson at 8 and then salsa at 9 and then dancing until 1.
In town I saw somebody. Or they saw me. I was reading the advertisement of the exhibition at the art gallery and really looking up and somebody was really convinced they know me and said "hi". I turned around and it was split second, a bit late, because it was cold and they were wrapped in worm clothes, I only saw a smile. Yes I know this smile, but cannot connect it with a person. This us what happens if I am caught in thought.
4 people want to see the house tomorrow. I don't like.....me and E want to stay here, but if we decide, we need to sign contract for the whole house and we were hoping nobody is coming to see it. I hope they don't like it.
In town I saw somebody. Or they saw me. I was reading the advertisement of the exhibition at the art gallery and really looking up and somebody was really convinced they know me and said "hi". I turned around and it was split second, a bit late, because it was cold and they were wrapped in worm clothes, I only saw a smile. Yes I know this smile, but cannot connect it with a person. This us what happens if I am caught in thought.
4 people want to see the house tomorrow. I don't like.....me and E want to stay here, but if we decide, we need to sign contract for the whole house and we were hoping nobody is coming to see it. I hope they don't like it.
Friday, 10 February 2012
good start and end to a day!
And bad between.
This morning started with an email, asking me to feed hundreds of small babies, after transferring them over. :D they are cute.
Now I got email asking whether I would like to play in a cool place....with other people of course....in a special prayer! Yes! This will be the most special place I have ever played!
And during the day, I felt bad....to explain how bad, I was going to go hiking tomorrow, but knew already yesterday I am not going, feel too weak for that (maybe not for the hike, but managing other people who will be cold/afraid/tired. Good I had not organised anything yet....some were just hoping they could come with me! well, actually, I feel like doing some work....and was feeling bad, how can I prefer work to hike, but I really feel I could use a saturday to do something useful. Oh, tomorrow is the farmers' market, my favourite, reminding me again the great cheese, the good cheese I cannot have, sadly. I think it's the best food ever. I sometimes have cravings for chocolate, sometimes for salad, but mostly, I would like to eat cheese. I cannot, I know, but it is sooooo good! But there are exception days (and, Estonian cheese is OK, as are some other Europeans....why England?) I think the cows are too unhappy here.
Playing flute....as quietly as possible, because I think E is a bit ill. What times are acceptable to play? I have recently developed a habit of going to work late because I have to play, if only one song, because nobody is home then! so good!
This morning started with an email, asking me to feed hundreds of small babies, after transferring them over. :D they are cute.
Now I got email asking whether I would like to play in a cool place....with other people of course....in a special prayer! Yes! This will be the most special place I have ever played!
And during the day, I felt bad....to explain how bad, I was going to go hiking tomorrow, but knew already yesterday I am not going, feel too weak for that (maybe not for the hike, but managing other people who will be cold/afraid/tired. Good I had not organised anything yet....some were just hoping they could come with me! well, actually, I feel like doing some work....and was feeling bad, how can I prefer work to hike, but I really feel I could use a saturday to do something useful. Oh, tomorrow is the farmers' market, my favourite, reminding me again the great cheese, the good cheese I cannot have, sadly. I think it's the best food ever. I sometimes have cravings for chocolate, sometimes for salad, but mostly, I would like to eat cheese. I cannot, I know, but it is sooooo good! But there are exception days (and, Estonian cheese is OK, as are some other Europeans....why England?) I think the cows are too unhappy here.
Playing flute....as quietly as possible, because I think E is a bit ill. What times are acceptable to play? I have recently developed a habit of going to work late because I have to play, if only one song, because nobody is home then! so good!
Tuesday, 7 February 2012
"Would you like this cake?"
Yesterday, I was not planning to go to salsa, even though I was unable to buy the ball ticket online, so thought I should buy it in class. No, I need to wake up at 6 and too tired. Went home when E gave me good food. So, not needing to cook, I thought I could go to salsa, just the second class, it was too late for first.
Was good. Going home was the quickest ever, I ran some of the way, in order to get home. Wake up, I tried at 6. Breakfast at 6.30, then I could even hear E's alarm clock again and again. I did not see her, just left her coffee. Lab. Start. I was behind with things and remembered I was supposed to have a meeting at 9.30. I was late, the other person was late, so I emailed that I go back to lab and got reply that for him it was also impossible. Good.
Finish 4.30, went to the office and the first question that came to my mind was "does anybody have any food" and got a chocolate cookie from W. Then I saw two undergrads and they gave me a fairy cake! They did not even know minute before I had asked for food in the office. I had a chocolate in the bag. And a sandwich. So, I ate cake, but not sandwich, this can be for midnight. Home, cooked some lentils with butternut squash and mushrooms and ham (it is still time for ham, even though I am getting used to the lentils already!). What was going to be just a meal for today and tomorrow turned into today's plus 4 more portions, so I had to transfer it to a bigger pan! I cannot cook small quantities!
I need time to think....why is it so impossible! I think I need to Saturday hike alone.
Was good. Going home was the quickest ever, I ran some of the way, in order to get home. Wake up, I tried at 6. Breakfast at 6.30, then I could even hear E's alarm clock again and again. I did not see her, just left her coffee. Lab. Start. I was behind with things and remembered I was supposed to have a meeting at 9.30. I was late, the other person was late, so I emailed that I go back to lab and got reply that for him it was also impossible. Good.
Finish 4.30, went to the office and the first question that came to my mind was "does anybody have any food" and got a chocolate cookie from W. Then I saw two undergrads and they gave me a fairy cake! They did not even know minute before I had asked for food in the office. I had a chocolate in the bag. And a sandwich. So, I ate cake, but not sandwich, this can be for midnight. Home, cooked some lentils with butternut squash and mushrooms and ham (it is still time for ham, even though I am getting used to the lentils already!). What was going to be just a meal for today and tomorrow turned into today's plus 4 more portions, so I had to transfer it to a bigger pan! I cannot cook small quantities!
I need time to think....why is it so impossible! I think I need to Saturday hike alone.
Monday, 6 February 2012
two sides
This morning, somebody phoned me. She is generally concerned about me, firstly she thinks I do not have warm clothes to wear (because England has snow now and I guess this makes news in foreign newspapers too). I said I have very warm hiking clothes, really, but she did not believe. Secondly, every time she sees me (a few times a year), she thinks I have the same clothes. Yes, I know some people who, before going home for Christmas have to have a hair cut, nails grown longer, new clothes. I have bought new clothes, although I don't like shopping, but it happens, living in a rainy country, that I have more weather-proof things than clothes for going to tea party.
Another concern, after talking about J who moved to a flat alone and has a TV in the middle of the room: when will I move to a place on my own, because "I am this age already". "How long can you live like in student dorms, in a small room, like living in a handkerchief". Firstly, I really like living with these people. Secondly, I would be afraid to live alone in Birmingham. Secondly, my family would be worried, because nobody would know if I got home safely (I often walk quite late). Thirdly, who could I talk to? OK, if I work in the lab, it's OK, I can talk, but in the office it's quiet and I often feel like I am too loud anyway. I remember during my placement, when we did not really have a conversation with my flatmate (just basics; language barrier maybe), I talked toooooo much at work, just random. And how much I argued, so that when I returned to Brum, I promised myself not to argue because or argument, only when I think I am right and the other person is wrong.
And this evening I met some Jesuit volunteers who live as a small community. And other house, who live in a community but are working. So, why it is wrong in some people's opinion to live with others? I know, somebody else thought, when I was commenting on housemates, that "at that age, nobody lives with other random people, people of that age should live alone". Oh I think I should start avoiding people who think that all unmarried people over the age of [I don't know what is correct] should live alone in a flat, have a TV in the middle of the room and put it on for some background noise.
By the way, we had snow yesterday. I took E to Waseley Hills. She was scared at first and when i told her I am not taking GPS, she waid I must not get lost. I know this hill and forest. Even when entering the snow fields and turning to forest, she said "are you sure you can come back?". Yes, even without paths, I know the way, I took her the way I walked almost every day. We did not get lost, instead, after taking pictures and eating pancakes (from food thermos) and hot tea, we met a family sledging, I had a few runs down the hill and then back home. Bus 63 was OK, 11 did not come, so walk home from Selly Oak.
Today it is melting.
Another concern, after talking about J who moved to a flat alone and has a TV in the middle of the room: when will I move to a place on my own, because "I am this age already". "How long can you live like in student dorms, in a small room, like living in a handkerchief". Firstly, I really like living with these people. Secondly, I would be afraid to live alone in Birmingham. Secondly, my family would be worried, because nobody would know if I got home safely (I often walk quite late). Thirdly, who could I talk to? OK, if I work in the lab, it's OK, I can talk, but in the office it's quiet and I often feel like I am too loud anyway. I remember during my placement, when we did not really have a conversation with my flatmate (just basics; language barrier maybe), I talked toooooo much at work, just random. And how much I argued, so that when I returned to Brum, I promised myself not to argue because or argument, only when I think I am right and the other person is wrong.
And this evening I met some Jesuit volunteers who live as a small community. And other house, who live in a community but are working. So, why it is wrong in some people's opinion to live with others? I know, somebody else thought, when I was commenting on housemates, that "at that age, nobody lives with other random people, people of that age should live alone". Oh I think I should start avoiding people who think that all unmarried people over the age of [I don't know what is correct] should live alone in a flat, have a TV in the middle of the room and put it on for some background noise.
By the way, we had snow yesterday. I took E to Waseley Hills. She was scared at first and when i told her I am not taking GPS, she waid I must not get lost. I know this hill and forest. Even when entering the snow fields and turning to forest, she said "are you sure you can come back?". Yes, even without paths, I know the way, I took her the way I walked almost every day. We did not get lost, instead, after taking pictures and eating pancakes (from food thermos) and hot tea, we met a family sledging, I had a few runs down the hill and then back home. Bus 63 was OK, 11 did not come, so walk home from Selly Oak.
Today it is melting.
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