Attila and I are still busy working out a decent recipe for dishwashing liquid. Lots of people on the net claim to offer a great recipe, I beg to differ with all I’ve tried so far. Tonight I mixed up a new batch, using a new recipe. I have my fingers crossed. I am prepared to continue with this project until we get it right. Right for us at least.
I find it more and more difficult to connect with myself as I spend more time at my place of employment. I cannot afford to feel much there.
I have to be endlessly pleasant, to customers, to the other employees, to my boss. The boss is similar to an oversized infant with verbal skills. He is not an evil man. He is not a particularly mean man. He is not a nice man. There is nothing about him that I find admirable. There isn’t anything about him I find acceptable, if truth be told. Still, I smile and I get along. I feel nothing when I am at work.
The numbness of work can be overcome, but it takes time. Most evenings I am falling asleep just as my emotions begin to thaw.
So I haven’t been writing. And I miss it.
Not much new going on around here.
The weather is unusually mild, it is raining right now. All the snow has melted and the world is dripping grey. According to the weather report that will all change tomorrow, when the wind will freeze and the water will turn white and fall to the ground.
We have a garland of Christmas lights around the front window. How I love the colour! Also, on our coffee table a small three foot high artificial Christmas tree is showing off a set of white Christmas lights. We aren’t buying presents this year, not even for each other. We have everything we need, except time and decent company. We are saving our money to buy time with each other; to take a few days off work during the winter.
We took a quick trip to the little house in the city recently All was well there, with one exception. In our absence a mouse came to visit, left a few small black calling cards. There was no sign of him during our visit, but we did set a few mouse traps in the basement before we left for home.
I am continuing to clear off my desk, what a challenge! I’ve purchased a few ziplock bags. I am storing electrical cables and such like in them, labeling the bags and storing them in a carry case.
Attila is just emerging from the bath. He loves a hot bath! We are so different, because I hate a hot bath; I cannot stand the heat. He loves the sauna, whereas as far as I am concerned it is an instrument of torture.
It is amazing how different people can be; it is fascinating.
Worldly Distractions
Weather
5 °C
Condition: Light Rain
Pressure: 100.2 kPa
Visibility: 11 km
Temperature: 4.6°C
Dewpoint: 4.0°C
Humidity: 96 %
Wind: WNW 17 gust 33 km/h
Quote
“The highest result of education is tolerance.”
Helen Keller
1880 – 1968
And here I thought I was the only person in the world who can’t get into a hot tub of water, and would be weak from the heat after the pain subsided!
My hubby finds my bathwater cold. He can pick up hot pans from the top of the stove, without anything on his hands.
I don’t like to sauna either.
Good to see an entry from you again. I would love to see you find work and co-workers you enjoy. Let’s hope that’s yet to come.
Hello Kate, not a Finnish bone in our bodies I think. Can you imagine having a sauna and then jumping into the freezing waters of a lake in winter… makes my heart stop just to think about it!
Thanks for the good wishes with regards to an enjoyable workplace. It could happen, I know it could. Getting old enough to be running out of time in the grand search… but who knows, because it is a funny old life!