I just got back from a very long day. Lots of driving around. Lots of shops, lots of conversations…
Month: December 2019
I woke up to a snowy day. Deep grey skies and a frozen chill that cuts through the skin. It snowed all day. The first clear day of winter.
Today’s act of kindness is a simple one meant to help Mother Gaia.
We drove to my old town today and spent the day with friends. Children sure can talk a lot when they are excited.
Today’s good deed wasn’t anything special. I gave my leftovers to the neighbours. When I say neighbours, you have to remember this is a very small town. We have a very small supermarket, an off-licence, a post office, a hair dresser and two “bars”. That’s all there is to the town. So when I say neighbours, it could be any one of them. It’s a tight, family-like close community.
Me desperté y Sammy seguía a mi lado. Muy quieta. Mi ángel dormía. Acaricié suavemente su nívea piel, mientras iba dibujando poco a poco con mis dedos el contorno de su figura.
I hate very much the hypocrisy of holidays. People calling each other up, pretending to be happy and caring, everybody babbling but with really nothing to say.
Te recogí en el aeropuerto y te traje aquí al hospital abandonado. Pero bueno Sammy, en esta historia nuestra, esa parte ya te la sabes.
Aquí estamos de nuevo, Sammy. Samantha, tal vez, ahora que ya eres una mujer. Al fin juntos. Estás tan hermosa como siempre, quizás más. No tiembles, Sammy. Sabes que a mi lado nunca tendrás nada de qué preocuparte. Entiendo que te marcharas, pequeñuela. Aunque eres mi esposa, ningún matrimonio está exento de dificultades y contratiempos y juegos. Y tú jugabas a desaparecer, y yo jugaba a encontrarte. Han sido muchos los años, o al menos a mí me lo parecieron. Muchos los sacrificios. Pero te perdono, princesa; porque al fin y al cabo todos los sacrificios han merecido la pena. Estar contigo de nuevo, a tu lado, poder suspirar en tu oído y oler tu perfume. Y perderme en el hechizo de tus ojos verdes…No hay sacrificio en exceso si la recompensa es estar a tu lado.
Today, as an act of kindness, husband and I did some deep-cleaning house so we get to start the year with a measure of order in our loves. We also bought some food, some of which is currently marinating to go in the oven tomorrow.
I had 4 hours sleep last night and I am exhausted, but plowing on.
We had some friends over for lunch and coffee, which was nice. We made some barbecue ribs in the oven, mash potato and salad. Believe it or not, husband is also an excellent cook.
There are many ways to rig an election.
In Spain, the term pucherazo (electoral fraud), dates back to the Restoration of the Borbonic dynasty to the throne from 1874 onwards, with the culmination of Primo de Rivera’s dictatorship in 1923.
There were several ways in which manipulation was done. Sometimes the paper ballots will be hidden in big stew pots (in Spanish, pucheros. Hence the name); and they would then be added or subtracted to the ballot box in order to obtain the desired result.
Today was a nice day. It rained for most of the day, and it looks like it will carry on raining all through the next week. But it is still surprisingly warm. We have the fireplace on all day, and it is extremely hot at home.
We have a major windstorm all day. Still goin on. It is so bad it is unsafe to even drive. So husband and I stayed home. It’s been going on for hours. For a little while the town’s electrics went off. On the plus side we are having a very warm winter. It’s about 11 degrees celsius. Which, to be honest, I am not complaining. This time last year we were hitting a solid -15 to -20C.
Como te decía, princesa, estaba muy apesadumbrado por tu ausencia. ¿Pero sabes qué? Un día me levanté y el cielo tenía otro color. Escuché el trinar de los pájaros en la ventana y el calor de la mañana me trajo de nuevo la alegría que tanto tiempo me había faltado. Como siempre, tú fuiste mi primer pensamiento mañanero y cómo no, el último antes de cerrar los ojos cada noche. Y aquel día no solo fuiste un pensamiento, sino que tu recuerdo trajo un fulgor de esperanza. ¿Por qué, te estarás preguntando? Porque al fin entendí por qué te habías portado así conmigo. Entendí que en el fondo tú me amabas y nunca habías dejado de hacerlo. Lo único que sucedió era que te habían lavado el cerebro. Tu madre, tus familiares y amigos; todos ellos culpables de que tú y yo no estuviéramos juntos, felices el uno con el otro tal y como nos merecíamos.
Today has been a good and a quiet day. I ended up going to bed at 4.30 in the mornings. The circus with the impeachment articles only ended at 3am (here on my end), and then I spent some time in bed checking my phone for people’s reactions.
Today I wasn’t able to do much in terms of kindness except spend all day looking after my husband.
He is actually in a lot of pain. I ran him a hot bath this morning, which made it better for a while. He was able to sit for about 30 minutes on his PC, but after that had to move to bed. I keep checking on him every few minutes. Putting cream, bringing him food and painkillers. We even tried ice for a while but nothing seems to work.
He barely slept last night, but today managed to finally sneak in a couple of hours. Not much, but better than nothing.
The House convened at 9 a.m. to proceedings debate leading up to the final impeachment votes. After an hour of debate on the “rule” governing the proceedings, six hours of debate on the articles will be divided equally between Democrats and Republicans, who could introduce procedural obstacles that would stretch the proceedings into the evening.
Today has been a very weird day. Earlier this morning I went to a council meeting. To tell you the truth, I barely understood anything that was a said, and I only got the gist of it all because husband explained it all before hand.
The impeachment process carries on. Tomorrow the votes will be in. Tonight, in what is known as “Impeachment Eve”, demonstration are schedule to take place all over the country, both in favour and opposing the impeachment.
Today has been a very, very long day. I spent the vast majority of the day babysitting a two-year old. While I love children, is way harder to figure out what they need when you don’t speak her language.