The Story of My Life (or Lack Thereof)

Thursday, August 12, 2010

It's a rainy day today. I do love rainy days. I love how the world seems to be washed clean by the angry droplets from the sky.

What I don't like is the occasional flood and the devastation it brings - but that's not a usual occurence.

We're moving house (again) early next month so I'm frantically trying to fit so many things in the 24 hours I have all day: work, overtime work, packing up the stuff in the apartment, walking Nikka (we walk regardless of the weather), fixing stuff in the destination house, QT with the family, and sleep.

Aaaah, sleep. Such a luxury I can't seem to afford lately, especially since my commute has again been extended from a mere 10 - 20 minutes (with the worst traffic) to a mind-boggling 1 - 1.5 hours (traffic nonwithstanding). My weekends aren't exactly sleep-conducive either, as I usually have overtime work to do... plus cleaning up the from-location and to-location.

Until this move is completed, I may never get enough Z's. On second thought... until we move again to a location near the office, where the girls have a garden to frolic in, I doubt "enough sleep" will be in my list of top-ten things I do daily.

Now I'm having second thoughts if I really want a (human) baby...

2 comments:

Unknown said...: Moving is never fun whether it is the next block or 10 miles down the road. Especially if you are a collector of things. My wife is and every cabinet we have is filled to capacity. I love rainy days too.Once I found an abandoned school bus in the woods when I was a child. Just the shell sitting on the ground with no cab. I cleared away the growth around it and would go there to think and dream. On rainy days it was my place to sit and listen to the drops hitting the roof and felt safe from the elements. I miss those days. Hope you are having some rest this weekend.
Odie; August 15, 2010 at 2:33 AM
Kasseopeia said...: Thanks Odie. It's been a real whirlwind of activity and I don't think I've given myself enough time to sit and just think. I can relate with the cabinets filled to capacity - I'm the collector in our couple (mostly clothes and books) so I'm having a gosh darn hard time picking which to take with me and which to leave behind/donate to charity. Hope you had a great weekend!; August 16, 2010 at 7:32 PM

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If You Forget Me - Pablo Neruda

I want you to know
one thing.

You know how this is:
If I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.

Well, now,
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.

If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.

If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
remember
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.

But
if each day,
each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,

my love feeds on your love, beloved,

and as long as you live it will be in your arms

without leaving mine.