After ruining all of my painting and cleaning, the French Flagellum and his wife (aka my in-laws) spent the night at our old flat, in order to go to buy some wine in the region on the following day.
So I spent the rest of Saturday night not talking, eating my pizza and sending KS body messages about how angry I was, until they left saying they would arrive on the morning after at 9AM.
The fact that at 7:45AM on Sunday morning they were already downstairs at our new flat didn’t help either: we were still sleeping and everything, so I grabbed jeans and sweater and unpacked the coffee machine. And then I started to wonder what the hell where they doing, as we live on the 4th floor, it couldn’t take that long.
And that is when they called on KS’ mob phone, saying they were stuck in the elevator and crying for help.
Instead of dancing, I decided to go to the bakery to buy some croissants and everything for breakfast. When I came back, they were still stuck, but the elevator guy had arrived. I tried to persuade him to leave them inside there a little longer than needed, but he said it was illegal.
Still, it wasn’t before some 3 quarters of an hour they managed to get out, and by that time most of the French Flagellum’s bravado was gone, I was thanked for having organized a nice breakfast and we managed to spend a decent day without stepping on each others’ feet.
Now I’m not enthusiastic to know KS and I are going to visit them at their place on next weekend, but hopefully it’ll be sunny and I’ll spend the whole we lying in sun by the swimming-pool.
And, before that, I’ll have to tell you about my new colleagues! Stay tuned!
Friday, June 01, 2007
Wednesday, May 30, 2007
The French Flagellum
Finally, I’m back. I’ve been on holiday, and it was great: Crete, where I had never been before, was sunny and warm, with miles of beach and no one as far as the eye could see. I spent one week going to sleep early at night, taking morning walks, and laying in sun (with sunscreen protection all over!!) all day long.
Then I got back to Italy for a few days with my parents, and that’s where things begun to go back to normal.
Firstly, I went to see my dentist in order to have a check-up and a deep cleansing of my yellowish teeth. The guy, who’s been a family friend like, forever, told me I needed to have both my upper wisdom teeth removed.
Needless to say, I panicked a bit, so when he asked me when I would be in Italy, in order to make an appointment, I babbled “I don’t know exactly, you see, I have the new job and everything…” and so on.
I was still trying to find a way out of this situation when he turned handling a syringe.
“Look DDgirl, after all I have another 20 minutes without any client coming, so I can deal with it right now”
And before I had the time to scream NOOOOOOO, it was done.
So that’s how I came back to KS after 10 days of holidays looking like a deformed pig!
Anyway, things with KS went on as always (meaning: we’re in love, all TLC and so on), until his parents came the day we were finally moving.
We had been painting the walls and the ceiling of the living room all Friday long, and, for once, we had managed to do a good job. On Saturday morning we started moving the furniture and all our stuffs, expecting for KS parents to show up to help us, as agreed.
When they arrived it was 5PM and I was exhausted, dirty and nervous: my teeth still ached a lot, and our things felt so heavy!!!
KS was at the new flat, while I was packing a few last things at the old one, so it was only one hour later I discovered that, instead of helping us carrying stuff, KS father was putting on some more plaster on the walls and the ceiling. Like, the walls & ceiling I had been painting all day long, just 24 hours before.
I did note scream at him. I did not throw anything at him, either. But he must have seen the storm in my eyes.
That’s why, from this moment on, KS’ dad, aka my father in law, will be known as “The French Flagellum”.
Stay tuned to read about my revenge!!
Then I got back to Italy for a few days with my parents, and that’s where things begun to go back to normal.
Firstly, I went to see my dentist in order to have a check-up and a deep cleansing of my yellowish teeth. The guy, who’s been a family friend like, forever, told me I needed to have both my upper wisdom teeth removed.
Needless to say, I panicked a bit, so when he asked me when I would be in Italy, in order to make an appointment, I babbled “I don’t know exactly, you see, I have the new job and everything…” and so on.
I was still trying to find a way out of this situation when he turned handling a syringe.
“Look DDgirl, after all I have another 20 minutes without any client coming, so I can deal with it right now”
And before I had the time to scream NOOOOOOO, it was done.
So that’s how I came back to KS after 10 days of holidays looking like a deformed pig!
Anyway, things with KS went on as always (meaning: we’re in love, all TLC and so on), until his parents came the day we were finally moving.
We had been painting the walls and the ceiling of the living room all Friday long, and, for once, we had managed to do a good job. On Saturday morning we started moving the furniture and all our stuffs, expecting for KS parents to show up to help us, as agreed.
When they arrived it was 5PM and I was exhausted, dirty and nervous: my teeth still ached a lot, and our things felt so heavy!!!
KS was at the new flat, while I was packing a few last things at the old one, so it was only one hour later I discovered that, instead of helping us carrying stuff, KS father was putting on some more plaster on the walls and the ceiling. Like, the walls & ceiling I had been painting all day long, just 24 hours before.
I did note scream at him. I did not throw anything at him, either. But he must have seen the storm in my eyes.
That’s why, from this moment on, KS’ dad, aka my father in law, will be known as “The French Flagellum”.
Stay tuned to read about my revenge!!
Thursday, May 10, 2007
Haunting you
I’m back from my mountaineering ski tour, which led me from Chamonix to Zermatt: The Haute Route , known by mountain lovers from all the world, I guess.
It was great, tiring like nothing else I’ve ever tried, especially as the weather kept changing from sun to snow, wind, storms…
I would like to tell you more, but those experiences are difficult to be put into words, and I don’t wanna be boring.
I came back to town yesterday night, and it was great to have KS at the station waiting for me, to make love to him after one week of separation. I do love him, and I’m so glad he’s in my life, I could spend many millions nights in his arms.
But you all know this, I know. Well, I have a spicier thing to tell about.
The Little Prince is in town. I should have known it, because I dreamt I met him last night, but I don’t trust a lot in all what’s “supernatural”, so I didn’t give it a second thought. Plus, it wasn’t a revealing dream or anything, I just dreamt I happened to cross his ways and exchange hellos with him. Nothing meaningful, as you see.
But this morning, when I got to work (two days till I quit!!! Yuppiiee) I crossed L., who happens to be an acquaintance of the Little Prince, and he asked me to join him for a coffee. And the he told me he had heard from the LP, who is in town and would like to see me but doesn’t want to call me as I really turned him down last time he did it. I didn’t respond anything, but smiled. L., who happens to be the less intuitive guy in the world, probably did not realize it was a cruel smile, but who cares. So, when a few minutes later my cell phone rang and the Little Prince called to ask me for lunch, I wasn’t really unprepared. Rather, I was planning things already.
The last words he had told me were still whispering in my head, “If we were meant to be together, that would still be the case”.
I arrived at lunch late, which I usually never do. He looked annoyed, asked me what the matter was.
I said “You left me waiting for you so many times, you can’t complain!” but in a cool way, as if to say “I’m still yours”. The Little Prince spent the next half an hour talking charming subjects, and then started to babble about how he misses me and how he never ever again met a girl like me.
“DDgirl, please, tell me you still care about me. I think I love you”
“Do you?”
“Yes. You know I don’t say this easily”
“Oh yes, I know it. I’ve known it very well for the whole year you kept me hanging, months without a word, never a single compliment, never a “you’re beautiful”, never anything nicer than “meet me outside the hotel”. Thank-you, I’m done with you. And I hope I’ll haunt your dreams for long, so you’ll learn what it means to have to swallow your pride and lose. And now you’ll excuse me, but I have to meet my boyfriend to chose the kitchen for our new home. Take care”.
And I left, letting him pay the bill. After all, he is a noble, so why should he go Dutch with someone so ordinary like me?
It was great, tiring like nothing else I’ve ever tried, especially as the weather kept changing from sun to snow, wind, storms…
I would like to tell you more, but those experiences are difficult to be put into words, and I don’t wanna be boring.
I came back to town yesterday night, and it was great to have KS at the station waiting for me, to make love to him after one week of separation. I do love him, and I’m so glad he’s in my life, I could spend many millions nights in his arms.
But you all know this, I know. Well, I have a spicier thing to tell about.
The Little Prince is in town. I should have known it, because I dreamt I met him last night, but I don’t trust a lot in all what’s “supernatural”, so I didn’t give it a second thought. Plus, it wasn’t a revealing dream or anything, I just dreamt I happened to cross his ways and exchange hellos with him. Nothing meaningful, as you see.
But this morning, when I got to work (two days till I quit!!! Yuppiiee) I crossed L., who happens to be an acquaintance of the Little Prince, and he asked me to join him for a coffee. And the he told me he had heard from the LP, who is in town and would like to see me but doesn’t want to call me as I really turned him down last time he did it. I didn’t respond anything, but smiled. L., who happens to be the less intuitive guy in the world, probably did not realize it was a cruel smile, but who cares. So, when a few minutes later my cell phone rang and the Little Prince called to ask me for lunch, I wasn’t really unprepared. Rather, I was planning things already.
The last words he had told me were still whispering in my head, “If we were meant to be together, that would still be the case”.
I arrived at lunch late, which I usually never do. He looked annoyed, asked me what the matter was.
I said “You left me waiting for you so many times, you can’t complain!” but in a cool way, as if to say “I’m still yours”. The Little Prince spent the next half an hour talking charming subjects, and then started to babble about how he misses me and how he never ever again met a girl like me.
“DDgirl, please, tell me you still care about me. I think I love you”
“Do you?”
“Yes. You know I don’t say this easily”
“Oh yes, I know it. I’ve known it very well for the whole year you kept me hanging, months without a word, never a single compliment, never a “you’re beautiful”, never anything nicer than “meet me outside the hotel”. Thank-you, I’m done with you. And I hope I’ll haunt your dreams for long, so you’ll learn what it means to have to swallow your pride and lose. And now you’ll excuse me, but I have to meet my boyfriend to chose the kitchen for our new home. Take care”.
And I left, letting him pay the bill. After all, he is a noble, so why should he go Dutch with someone so ordinary like me?
Monday, April 30, 2007
Night storm
I am in Paris, it’s a sunny day, but we’re all in black. It’s an old friend funeral, and I still haven’t found the courage to ask someone how did he die, what happened and when. Somehow I feel that my funny accent when I speak French would be regardless to the dead. I’m crying quietly, when the dead’s mother stares at me. I can see she knows me and she suddenly moves towards me like she’s going to ask me something, something that I surely don’t want to hear.
And suddenly I’m in our new flat, building a new wall where we destroied the old one, between the kitchen and the living room.
The scene changes again, and I’m drowning, I keep inspiring water but of course I can’t breathe it, untill darkness falls on me.
I wake gasping, nose and throat closed due to my allergies, and I have to sit up and grab my ventolin before I can calm down a little bit.
KS lies beside me, he has pushed the sheets away, and he’s still sleeping.
It’s 3 AM and I know I’m not going back to sleep. I can feel something in the air, but in the mists between sleep and wake I cannot identify it.
So I get up and move to the kitchen, taking my book with me. I’m preparing some coffee, it’ll help me through the night, and it’s a bit cool, so somethin warm to drink won’t hurt.
And then I realize it: after days of heat and sun, the first storm of the year will break soon. I open the window and breath the smell of the air, waiting for the first drops and the wind that will take them.
I light a candle, take place on the armchair and settle to spend there the rest of the night.
When I was a kid, with my brothers, we would wait for the lightenings to stop, and then we would go swimming in the lake. We used to say that wile it’s raining the water is warmer. Yes, on rainy days we’d go swimming out, on rainy days, swimming in the south.
Waiting for the first thunder to come, I think about my dreams. It’s been weeks since I last got a decent night of sleep, thanks to my seasonal allergies, and I’m sore to the bone each night, after working on the new flat. Although it’s definetly KS who does the most of it, the works we’re doing are so tiring sometimes I forget why or what we are doing.
Tomorrow it’ll be one year since Granpa left us, he’d be 90 if he was still with us.
Finally, the storm breaks and, after a few minutes, I close the window and wrap myself in a plaid. There’ll be many things to do in the morning, and then I’ll leave for a while.
I won’t be able to post, probably until May 23 or so, as I’ll be away most of the time, working abroad and then doing some mountaineering ski.
I’ll miss my love, and everything, but it’ll do me some good, hopefully.
And suddenly I’m in our new flat, building a new wall where we destroied the old one, between the kitchen and the living room.
The scene changes again, and I’m drowning, I keep inspiring water but of course I can’t breathe it, untill darkness falls on me.
I wake gasping, nose and throat closed due to my allergies, and I have to sit up and grab my ventolin before I can calm down a little bit.
KS lies beside me, he has pushed the sheets away, and he’s still sleeping.
It’s 3 AM and I know I’m not going back to sleep. I can feel something in the air, but in the mists between sleep and wake I cannot identify it.
So I get up and move to the kitchen, taking my book with me. I’m preparing some coffee, it’ll help me through the night, and it’s a bit cool, so somethin warm to drink won’t hurt.
And then I realize it: after days of heat and sun, the first storm of the year will break soon. I open the window and breath the smell of the air, waiting for the first drops and the wind that will take them.
I light a candle, take place on the armchair and settle to spend there the rest of the night.
When I was a kid, with my brothers, we would wait for the lightenings to stop, and then we would go swimming in the lake. We used to say that wile it’s raining the water is warmer. Yes, on rainy days we’d go swimming out, on rainy days, swimming in the south.
Waiting for the first thunder to come, I think about my dreams. It’s been weeks since I last got a decent night of sleep, thanks to my seasonal allergies, and I’m sore to the bone each night, after working on the new flat. Although it’s definetly KS who does the most of it, the works we’re doing are so tiring sometimes I forget why or what we are doing.
Tomorrow it’ll be one year since Granpa left us, he’d be 90 if he was still with us.
Finally, the storm breaks and, after a few minutes, I close the window and wrap myself in a plaid. There’ll be many things to do in the morning, and then I’ll leave for a while.
I won’t be able to post, probably until May 23 or so, as I’ll be away most of the time, working abroad and then doing some mountaineering ski.
I’ll miss my love, and everything, but it’ll do me some good, hopefully.
Thursday, April 19, 2007
Ashamed
It was B., my ex.
I quickly looked around for some way to disappear, but didn’t find any, so I took a breath and said, a bit too loud “Hey, I didn’t recognize you! How are you doing?”
Damned, how pathetic did I look? Later on, the Sponsor answered: “Pretty much pathetic”.
Anyway, we made some small talk, than he asked “So, how are YOU doing?”
And that is where I tried to improve my pathetic situation, I mentioned that I’m moving ‘cause my boyfriend has just bought a house and so on.
I don’t know what he thought, I couldn’t care less honestly.
It just felt so stupid, because the only reason I was singing that song, was that Maria and I had just downloaded it from the net and we like to sing it together, so it’s been on my mind lately. Shame on me!
Anyway, I survived to this also, and I came back to town, where a hard weekend is waiting for me: KS parents are staying with us for the whole weekend, and we’ll have to take down a wall and pose the tiling in the kitchen of the new apartment.
The other news is that, as it’s getting warmer and warmer up here, I have had my hair made up into 75 cute braids, which give me a blond Cleopatra look I definitely adore.
Forgive me for not writing more, but I have to start cooking for the weekend: after all, it will be the first time I host the in-laws!!!!
I quickly looked around for some way to disappear, but didn’t find any, so I took a breath and said, a bit too loud “Hey, I didn’t recognize you! How are you doing?”
Damned, how pathetic did I look? Later on, the Sponsor answered: “Pretty much pathetic”.
Anyway, we made some small talk, than he asked “So, how are YOU doing?”
And that is where I tried to improve my pathetic situation, I mentioned that I’m moving ‘cause my boyfriend has just bought a house and so on.
I don’t know what he thought, I couldn’t care less honestly.
It just felt so stupid, because the only reason I was singing that song, was that Maria and I had just downloaded it from the net and we like to sing it together, so it’s been on my mind lately. Shame on me!
Anyway, I survived to this also, and I came back to town, where a hard weekend is waiting for me: KS parents are staying with us for the whole weekend, and we’ll have to take down a wall and pose the tiling in the kitchen of the new apartment.
The other news is that, as it’s getting warmer and warmer up here, I have had my hair made up into 75 cute braids, which give me a blond Cleopatra look I definitely adore.
Forgive me for not writing more, but I have to start cooking for the weekend: after all, it will be the first time I host the in-laws!!!!
Wednesday, April 18, 2007
I can't breathe easy
It seems weeks I haven't written a single word. Between moving and my crazy old job, I can call myself lucky if I managed to go and see my parents last weekend.
On Saturday I managed to hike on mountaineering ski one of the Mon Rose peaks, up to 4200M. (16800 feet? not sure 'bout that though).
I still love mountaineering ski as one of the best things of the world, but still, there are two issues 'bout it.
Firstly, it needs strong training, which I usually don't have. Luckily, I am skilled enough to manage it, no matter how lazy I have been.
Secondly, it reminds me of B., my ex. But still.
Lately, I realized it has a third issue, the worst of all.
Anyway, the Sponsor and I climbed up a bit slowlier than usual, as I had my periods and we liked to catch up by talking a bit.
When we finally fot on top, it was about noon. The day was cold, and we were surrendered by mist and clouds, so we didn't pay much attention to the two men who were already on top.
Instead, I indulged in one of my bad passions: singing. And so I started out loud the Italian version of "Breath easy", which goes, more or less, like this:
"To those who tell me,
you will come back,
I don't trust anymore.
To those who tell you,
I ache thinking of you,
you just smile and turn to her.
You will not cry,
because you can't see how, but you know
I've lost everything,
while you, you never lose, and now,
I.........can't breathe easy
I cant sleep at night
Without you by my side"
And then, just as I faded the last words, the guy with a dark green jacket approached and quietly told me "Hello, DDgirl".
On Saturday I managed to hike on mountaineering ski one of the Mon Rose peaks, up to 4200M. (16800 feet? not sure 'bout that though).
I still love mountaineering ski as one of the best things of the world, but still, there are two issues 'bout it.
Firstly, it needs strong training, which I usually don't have. Luckily, I am skilled enough to manage it, no matter how lazy I have been.
Secondly, it reminds me of B., my ex. But still.
Lately, I realized it has a third issue, the worst of all.
Anyway, the Sponsor and I climbed up a bit slowlier than usual, as I had my periods and we liked to catch up by talking a bit.
When we finally fot on top, it was about noon. The day was cold, and we were surrendered by mist and clouds, so we didn't pay much attention to the two men who were already on top.
Instead, I indulged in one of my bad passions: singing. And so I started out loud the Italian version of "Breath easy", which goes, more or less, like this:
"To those who tell me,
you will come back,
I don't trust anymore.
To those who tell you,
I ache thinking of you,
you just smile and turn to her.
You will not cry,
because you can't see how, but you know
I've lost everything,
while you, you never lose, and now,
I.........can't breathe easy
I cant sleep at night
Without you by my side"
And then, just as I faded the last words, the guy with a dark green jacket approached and quietly told me "Hello, DDgirl".
Thursday, April 12, 2007
Back to normal life
We did it.
Somehow, we went to my parents’ place and survived without drama.
Although I still can’t believe it.
I did brief KS, and my parents acted decently all weekend long.
Basically, everyone’s attention was drawn to Bro’s family, following the announcement of the year: he and his family are moving back to my parents’ town, aka DDland.
Which means, in my Bro’s thoughts, that my parents should arrange a nice accommodation for him, his wife and their two toddlers. Needless to say, the Panther completely agrees with this, while the Sponsor (good old dad) believes it may be a bit too much to ask.
As I don’t see how this could concern me, I did not say anything about it, although in my head the script was running quite fast: People aged between 30 and 35 shouldn’t be allowed to have two toddlers when they have no permanent job and they do not seem to be able to look after themselves. Still, as I said, I kept this for me, to avoid arguing with the whole family (which would be useless in any case).
Switching to a different subject, it is decided: I’ll go to Crete with the parents, for one week in May. I’m arranging for the plane tickets and everything, and I can’t wait to lay in sun by the sea!!!!!
And, I honestly can’t wait to quit this job, things are getting awfully boring here. Add that Maria, my best friend, is still on holiday, so no Girls Nights Out for this week…
Right, I’m taking time and avoiding the subject that’s really on my mind.
I am afraid that KS could soon ask me to marry him. And yes, I love him, but I’m not ready. Because I don’t think I want to live in this country, working in finance, for the rest of my life.
And now, if you excuse me, I’ll go to Ikea to buy the new bedroom furniture. And may the Lord help me.
Somehow, we went to my parents’ place and survived without drama.
Although I still can’t believe it.
I did brief KS, and my parents acted decently all weekend long.
Basically, everyone’s attention was drawn to Bro’s family, following the announcement of the year: he and his family are moving back to my parents’ town, aka DDland.
Which means, in my Bro’s thoughts, that my parents should arrange a nice accommodation for him, his wife and their two toddlers. Needless to say, the Panther completely agrees with this, while the Sponsor (good old dad) believes it may be a bit too much to ask.
As I don’t see how this could concern me, I did not say anything about it, although in my head the script was running quite fast: People aged between 30 and 35 shouldn’t be allowed to have two toddlers when they have no permanent job and they do not seem to be able to look after themselves. Still, as I said, I kept this for me, to avoid arguing with the whole family (which would be useless in any case).
Switching to a different subject, it is decided: I’ll go to Crete with the parents, for one week in May. I’m arranging for the plane tickets and everything, and I can’t wait to lay in sun by the sea!!!!!
And, I honestly can’t wait to quit this job, things are getting awfully boring here. Add that Maria, my best friend, is still on holiday, so no Girls Nights Out for this week…
Right, I’m taking time and avoiding the subject that’s really on my mind.
I am afraid that KS could soon ask me to marry him. And yes, I love him, but I’m not ready. Because I don’t think I want to live in this country, working in finance, for the rest of my life.
And now, if you excuse me, I’ll go to Ikea to buy the new bedroom furniture. And may the Lord help me.
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