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Only two days left...
Jan. 16th, 2004 05:19 pm...until I have to start working again. I have succeeded very well in shutting thoughts of work out of my mind, as this is my holiday. Now, however, I slowly begin to reacquaint myself with the thought of having to go to the office. Well, I'll have a new job, and that's a comforting idea. But not only comforting. For more than two years, I've done practically nothing and, much as I hated it, it has become a habit. Not one I particularly cherish, but I'm used to it. So there's a bit of insecurity as to whether I'll be able to face a *real* workload. I suppose I am--2 years don't completely destroy a lifetime habit. But I'll miss these quiet days spent reading, writing, drawing and sewing. Then again--and that's definitely the positive aspect--a change is always a challenge. When we have too much time on our hands we tend to waste it. With less time left for things I really want to do, I'll have to economize and find out more about my priorities. And that's not a bad thing.
I did a lot of planning and scheming yesterday, for the Lucius/Ginny fic, always keeping in mind that's it's going to be reworked into an original novel. Funny how writing experience makes you aware of the importance of certain choices. It's like interpreting your own, as of yet unwritten work and trying to determine whether the interpretation does the original idea any justice.
Spent yesterday afternoon with my mother, which was partly nice and partly very demanding. Why is it so difficult making people understand who you really are? Especially if the person in question is your own mother. Although it's easier with her, because she at least wants to understand, whereas my father could never be bothered to make any effort in that direction.
My older nephew Markus came to see the flat the day before yesterday and was enthusiastic. So he's going to move into the house in some weeks' time. It's amazing to see how very similar we are, and it makes for an interesting mental experiment to try and imagine what my father would have had to swallow, had I had as much freedom as my nephews. Only I hadn't, and there was no way I could just have gone and taken it. Anyway, I'm looking forward to having Markus here, and not only because he can change my light bulbs (not technical deficiency on my part, but vertigo)
Now a very promising piece of beef is slowly simmering on the stove, so there will be broth tonight, and boiled beef Viennese style, served with spinach, chives sauce and roast grated potatoes.
Oh, and I finally managed to talk to the doctor. Somebody recommended her to Janine, who doesn't need her at the moment and gave me the card. She (doctor, not Janine) is a regular GP who also does traditional Chinese medicine, and she sounds quite young and sympathetic. Appointment made for 3 February--if I could live with a chronic head cold for almost two months, I'll be able to hold out two more weeks. Let's hope it's worth the wait.
I did a lot of planning and scheming yesterday, for the Lucius/Ginny fic, always keeping in mind that's it's going to be reworked into an original novel. Funny how writing experience makes you aware of the importance of certain choices. It's like interpreting your own, as of yet unwritten work and trying to determine whether the interpretation does the original idea any justice.
Spent yesterday afternoon with my mother, which was partly nice and partly very demanding. Why is it so difficult making people understand who you really are? Especially if the person in question is your own mother. Although it's easier with her, because she at least wants to understand, whereas my father could never be bothered to make any effort in that direction.
My older nephew Markus came to see the flat the day before yesterday and was enthusiastic. So he's going to move into the house in some weeks' time. It's amazing to see how very similar we are, and it makes for an interesting mental experiment to try and imagine what my father would have had to swallow, had I had as much freedom as my nephews. Only I hadn't, and there was no way I could just have gone and taken it. Anyway, I'm looking forward to having Markus here, and not only because he can change my light bulbs (not technical deficiency on my part, but vertigo)
Now a very promising piece of beef is slowly simmering on the stove, so there will be broth tonight, and boiled beef Viennese style, served with spinach, chives sauce and roast grated potatoes.
Oh, and I finally managed to talk to the doctor. Somebody recommended her to Janine, who doesn't need her at the moment and gave me the card. She (doctor, not Janine) is a regular GP who also does traditional Chinese medicine, and she sounds quite young and sympathetic. Appointment made for 3 February--if I could live with a chronic head cold for almost two months, I'll be able to hold out two more weeks. Let's hope it's worth the wait.
