I can´t submit to the Post
Jun 6, 2012
And I´ve thought to give the hot potato to some of you who have some connection with the Post. Sorry for the inconvenience.
I´ve used two different accounts to send my "perpetration" but "delivery failed"
So Ive thought to leave it here with the hope that some charitable soul close to the Post pick it up and deliver it for me. Or show me a better way to do it.
*leaves the creature wrapped in a basket*
Nanojopomo... 2 (María)
Nov 2, 2011
Sorry, I haven´t given it up.... yet.
But never mind, there´s no need to comment, really.
I follow the track of TC so:
weather: it´s raining at last! after too much time without a drop of water and summer temperatures.
events: today, a lot. Taking daughter to Madrid to see a doctor (nothing serious) taking husband to hospital to get a knee operated ( nothing serious) rain, busy traffic, mails to answers... and the silly of me sign in to write a journal a day. Me who only has written farewell journals is now facing a blank space considering what to write that doesn´t make my friends hate that proposal of nanojopomo ( it is starting to sound like an exotic torture skill)
Ok, I´ll tell you something nice.
This morning in the way to Madrid with my daughter we were watching the sun rising. We were in a bus and the windows are huge. It was lovely. Look mum, is rosy, it´s lovely, - she said and she smiled. Then my mind mixed the word sunrise with the word in spanish sonrisa, which means smile.
I was a bit surprised that I hadn´t discovered that coincidence in the words after so many years of contact with the English language.
good night or good day for those who read
Najopomo 1 (Maria)
Nov 1, 2011
I´m not sure if I´ll be able to write more but... I´ll give a try.
Today people visit cementeries and put flowers in the graves. In Mexico people eat and sing in the cementeries and make a big fiesta today, El día de los Muertos, in Spain we say El día de los Difuntos, which sounds softer than muertos. We eat sweets made for the occasion named bones of saint, you can guess the shape, the flavour, well, the usual bun or cake of flour,oil, sugar and eggs.
People usually start to arrange the tombs a few weeks before today.
Last year the cementery of my village was, as usual, full of flowers, pots, bunchs, flowers of plastic or real flowers.
Some people thought that it should be the day of the Needed or the day of the Cheeky and during the night they stole all the flowers. Surely to be sold somewhere else. The whole village was shocked, it was the first time the cementery was robbed. How people could dare to do that? Weren´t they afraid of doing such a sacrilege?
It wasn´t the first time people stole flowers, a few summers ago, all the beautiful plants my mum and another neighbour used to put outside the door decorating the street, were stolen.
But... to stole the dead ones was beyond the pale. Someone said: " actually they must be very desperated to do that, such a lack of respect..." " it´s the crisis" said the other, and everybody agreed on that. In that case, God will forgive them.
Feb 16, 2011
My dear friends,
I gave up smoking but it seems harder to give up h2.
And I have to do it. I thought I could just lurk, but I can´t: if it´s not the need to post, it is ideas floating in my mind.
In any case all that is stealing me time and concentration.
I´ve to study very hard and I haven´t found a way to make all that compatible.
I wish h2 find a new place and I can join again later. If not… well...
I´m leaving a little piece of my heart here, and taking a bit of h2 with me.
Thanks for everything, my dear friends.
I won´t write any more, but I´ll read your answers.
Then I´ll remove h2g2 from favourites and I´ll fight the withdrawal.
Mail me if you feel like or need something, I´ll always have time for friends: tutokaya AT hotmail DOT com
and lots of for you all
I think I need to share this with you (Mar)
Aug 9, 2009
My mother, 80, got worse from a long and complicated desease and entered the hospital the first days of July. She died on 25th.
I´ve had time to prepare myself for that moment. Death for her has been a release, she indeed is now at peace. She has been suffering too much. It´s been very hard to see her getting weaker and weaker. SHe was receiving morphine the last days. It´s also hard to wish her to die.
We should be taught how to behave with a terminal person . How conscious are they? A sister of her –who wasn´t in good terms with my mother- came two days before she died, called her “nena” an affectionate word the sisters use among them and my mother sort of wake up from her state of sedation. SHe could hear us, we kissed her, she kissed us… and then she went back to that state of semi or full unconscience.
I think she could feel our presence there, but she was so weak that couldn´t talk nor move, nor respond anymore to our words or kisses.
That afternoon on 25th, I thought several times of kissing her before she were gone, despite she couldn´t notice. I´m not sure if she noticed it, but I got up, pressed her hand and kissed her face, I turned to the drawer to reach an earring that has fell off the day before and when I turned back again she was dead.
I felt a kind of relief mixed with emotional void. I kissed her again, combed her hair and called for the nurses. With me was one of my brothers, he didn´t notice her going because he was drinking water.
I haven´t cried much lately, tears come little by little.
I´m here now in Madrid, trying to study for september exams, after all and despite the hard year I´ve had with my leg, I did well with my studies, I have only a subject and three essays to write. I´ll also have the last operation, I think it will be the last one, next 18th or 25th.
I need time to assume the bearevement, to elaborate a healthy grief as psychologists say. I´m sure I´m not going to indulge or to block my self with that, as it seems it happens in bad elaborated grieves.
They say you have to talk about it, share it with your friends… my dear people, here are most of my friends, you are my friends, you know I´m housebound because of my health problem. My other friends are also far from me physicly. Internet and the phone are now how I get through with them.
I´ve thought many times whether to write this journal or not. I find it a bit hard to share this sort of things because we usually don´t know what to say, but...
I only need your hugs now.
Jul 22, 2008
Next Friday, I'll be in Granada. Internet access isn´t as easy as it is here.
I will be back by September. And also, back to a busy real life after all this recent time of medical leave because of my leg.
Nothing to add to what I've already said about spending my compulsory holidays here at h2: It has been a treat for me. The only "problem" is that you can get too emotionaly implied with it. But... it is always worthwhile. I will overcome the nostalgia.
I will miss you all.
I hope to drop in sometimes during the rest of the summer and early Autumn.
I also hope to be able to come during next year.I've enroled again in Uni. and I have got a job! Recently, I did a few interviews and ... I will be teaching teenagers in a highschool not far from home. Im happy.
So... a lot of things to do next course but I expect to manage well and have a bit of time to spare here in h2.
So long amigos and gracias for all the nutritious fish
If it hurts, sing!
Jun 6, 2008
It is the first time I've sang and recited poems to stand pain. Last Tuesday my tendon was sewn. When the anaestesia (epidural)dissapeared, the pain took its place. I was desperate. Don't know why, but in a moment I started to sing Summertime, then Old Pirates, then to recite Spanish poems... my mind was focused on that, the pain was there in my ankle, but I really felt a bit of relief.
Now Im at home, it still hurts, but less, I'm doped with metamizol. Now is time for another dosis.
I didn't wanted to post, because it's physicly a bit of a pain to write with the laptop on my thighs and my leg up over a pile of cushions
I'm here again. F***ed, but at least I can say that last Tuesday was the beginnig of a happy end. I will be able to walk in the beach this summer.
May 25, 2008
At last, next Thursday a specialised doctor would see my leg/foot. Probably I will need a surgical operation. They open, sew the tendon, close, put a kind of protective plaster... and four months later I will be able to walk again.
I hope so.
The best thing of this situation is that I spend a lot of time in Internet. That's the drug that really works for me. It gives me a happy smile that I keep all day. I enjoy a lot h2, and like some lovers may feel at the beginning of a passionate relationship, I also fear that this will come to an end.
But Im not going to dosify it.
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