Talking to myself

- Is it Spring yet? Is it?

- What?

- Spring... is it Spring yet?

- You think? Look outside woman. Does it look like Spring?

- Nahh. It looks like shit, that's what it looks like.

- So, it must be still Shit.

- Yeah. Shit. Nasty, wet, cold, grey, ugly shit.

- And what are you going to do?

- About what?

- About putting up with Shit time and stopping whining. That's what I am asking you. What are you going to do?

- Well... I am thinking. Maybe just sit and stare
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- Sitting and staring is not your style, is it? Makes me laugh.

- No. It is not. So, how about making plans? That should be good. Make plans for when Spring comes and I can go outside and plant my flowers. I want to do something very pretty and special this year.

- Better than sit here and talk to yourself like a lunatic, don't you think?

- Oh, shush! If I stop talking to you, you will miss me.

- May be, may be not. You sound crazy, you know that?

Found on the net. It looks like Hugo Boy, doesn't it?

I've always talked to myself. Dumb, I know. But I still do.

I'm begining to feel better about my mom. I've been talking to her now, besides talking to myself.

Dang!

How long will it take until Hubby puts me in a "nut hatch"? '

The fact is that, unknown to me, I have always listened to my mother. More than I gave myself credit for. That tells me that I was indeed a good girl - or she was very, very persuasive!

I catch myself listening to her voice telling me "quit this crap and get to work", or "stop feeling so sorry for yourself - there are worse things in life than what happened", or yet "don't you see that my life the way it was, was plain crap? I am much better now, for Christ's sake!".

That would be her. I know it is only inside my head, but that would be her, I know. That's how she would talk to me, when it was necessary.

Yesterday, coming from work, I opened the garage door and just before driving in, I heard her again:

"Holly thunder, Miriam!! What a disgusting mess inside your garage! It looks HORRIBLE! Can't you and your husband find the time to clean this "merda"?  (shit in Portuguese).

There you go. Another plan for when it gets warmer. The garage desperately needs cleaning, organizing and de-cluttering.

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I've always enjoyed reading. I'm a fan of mistery books. Detective stories. Nothing too bloody or gruesome. Or sadistic, or serial killer type things. No way. That makes me too nervous and disgusted.

I have read all but one of the books written by Elizabeth George. I mean, all that are available around here. And I loved each one of them. Books that I enjoy so much I keep and read again later.

                                  

The pictures are just to illustrate which author I am talking about.

What a pleasure her books are. The stories are greatly put together and her English is so rich to me. New words and terms, expressions that make me stop and think for a while, until I get them. I love it.

Now, after seeing this next author (Stieg Larsson) being exhaustively complimented in some book related blogs, I bought two of his books.

          

I am reading the "dragon" one. At first, it was a little confusing to me; the names of places and people were very difficult for me to remember. But, just at the very begining.

Now, I will grawl at anyone that may try to take the book away from me! Very, very interesting!!! I am loving it.

... Is it Spring yet?...


PS - I am at fault with all of you, my friends, for not visiting your blogs for a while. I apologise. Things are begining to come back to a normal state inside my brain, and my two marbles are just about to set in place again.


Love ya!!