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>On an overcast afternoon…

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As has become routine by now, I have just woken up from a nap and am imbibing in some caffeine to get the most out of my precarious mood that I always seem to have on such occasions. I will be right as rain in the shortest amount of time, all it’s going to take is some more coffee. I know that always works, I can pretty much count on it, but I’m drinking a cup of warmed up coffee and that won’t do. 
I have to make a fresh pot and open a new package of ground coffee. That’s always the frustrating part that I don’t look forward to. You’re supposed to be able to open the package without the aid of scissors  and I always do my very best to achieve this, but it requires some dexterity and muscle power. I don’t want to be defeated, though, and stubbornly keep trying and not reach for the scissors that are right there in the kitchen drawer. 
Eventually I do manage, but I dislike the job and wish for someone else to do it. Since there is no one else here, I have to, much to my frustration. If I were a manufacturer, I would design a user friendly package to pack my ground coffee in, although that would probably add to the price of the product. Oh well, nothing in life is free. Except frustration. 
You can tell that I’m a 21st century woman because my level of frustration is very low and I like everything done very easily and conveniently. If I were a designer, I would always be looking for the most simple way to do things. The most user friendly and least frustrating way.  I would want objects to cause the least amount of hassle.
I have to clean up the kitchen and hang up a load of laundry to dry. The dog destroyed a stick in the living room and I have to pick up the pieces from that.  He doesn’t have opposable thumbs so he can’t do it himself. That’s his excuse anyway. 
My infected earlobe is healing. It’s almost back to normal. I put Fucidin ointment on it twice a day and that helps it very much. The swelling has gone down quite a bit. I don’t think I will be wearing earrings for a while and I will be decorating myself in other ways for the coming future. I’ve been wearing lightweight scarves and they’ve done nicely. Of course, the weather has been perfect for them. 
It rained just a while ago, but now it’s stopped and the dog is sitting in front of the window looking longingly outside. I think I will take him for a walk while it is dry. The sun is even out every now and then. 
Have a nice Sunday. 
Ciao,
Nora

>On a cloudy day…

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I’ve just woken up from an afternoon nap and I’m drinking my second cup of coffee. It is very necessary that I have the caffeine as I’m incapable of thinking clearly without it. Or so I’ve told myself anyway. 
I’m slowly becoming more clearheaded, but I should say that I’m getting a better mood. That would be more accurate. Why call things by any other name? I was a grouch before. A muddleheaded grouch.
It’s not as though I have to pretend that I never get in a bad mood, do I? It can’t all be moonshine and roses. 
I’m dressed in warm clothes as today is a chilly day. It was fun choosing what to wear, but I didn’t pick anything adventurous. I went with a safe and sane outfit. Anyone would want to be seen in public with me, that’s how ordinary I look. 
My closet is so bare now, that it’s easy to choose clothes. Plus, I’ve got a trove of empty hangers. They are all good ones and I will save all of them. Doubtlessly, they will be used again some time in the future. I’m saying this optimistically, but I already had a stash of hangers in the bottom of the closet. 
I just remembered some clothes I have on the shelves that I have not looked at yet. No doubt they will need to get washed and ironed. I haven’t worn them in ages. They should fit me well now. Ha, that will be a fun job to go and do. One load of laundry coming up. 
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I just walked the dog around the fields. It wasn’t as cold as I thought it was going to be and wearing my cardigan sufficed. It looked like it was going to rain and it has been predicted. Some rain would do us a world of good. Things are very dry and dusty. 
There are mostly buttercups and daisies now. All the dandelions that had gone to seed have been blown away. The clover is disappearing again, but I think it must be because of the dryness. It must need more water. 
Well, I must get to work on those clothes. Lord only knows what I’ll find there. It will be a journey of discovery. The last time I looked through them I was quite a bit heavier. 
Have a good day. I hope your weather treats you well. 
Ciao,
Nora

>Holding down the fort…

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It’s not much trouble holding down the fort if you share it only with a dog and a cat. The cat barfs and you grumble and clean it up with a paper towel. The dog sneaks in a stick and chews it up all over the place and you grumble a lot and get on your hands and knees and clean all that up. But most of the time, it’s not that much work. They are fairly civilized as animals go. So, holding down the fort is not too bad a job. 
That’s why I could be lazy today and spend a large portion of it on the sofa, some of it asleep. I slept through the first part of the televised celebration of Queen’s Day. I woke up because the phone was ringing, but I was too incoherent to answer it. I first had to eat something and have a cup of coffee and I still sat there bleary eyed after that.
Luckily, the whole royal family was at that point traveling on the royal bus from one town to the other, so I could take my time waking up and I was coherent by the time they arrived and were welcomed by the mayor and the crowd dressed in orange. The festivities commenced and once again it was shown how much they are adored by the public and how informal the royal family is. People addressed the queen without the least bit of hesitation and the rest of the royals as if they were favorite family members.
I’m in need of a cup of coffee now and I just started a new pot. It will be done shortly. I was starting to yawn. No doubt that is because I’ve been so lazy. All I’ve done is walk the dog twice. I’m in need of caffeine. 
I’ve got a cup now and very good it tastes too. That should perk me up a bit. I don’t know how quickly the caffeine will work, but I’m typing this slowly so it will catch up with me. I do have to think about what I want to write. I can’t write about royalty every day, much as I’d like to. It would be such an easy subject. Instead of writing about myself, I could just tell you what the various members of the royal family had been up to.
I’ve taken my medicines and should think about taking the dog for another walk. He’s lying by my feet pretending to sleep, but in the meantime he’s alert to my every move. 
The weather has been beautiful today. There was sunshine all day. We really need rain because of the fire danger, but there’s none in the forecast. Whoever said this was a rainy country? 
Have a great evening.
Ciao,
Nora

>Working the odds…

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I’m drinking coffee to increase the chances that my mood will improve, because coffee generally seems to have a positive influence on how I feel mentally. I’m telling myself that after this second cup, I already feel better but, of course, it could all be a question of mind over matter and a huge illusion. On the other hand, maybe caffeine really does do something for me and it is beneficial to my state of mind. 
At any rate, I feel somewhat capable of writing a post, although I have no idea where it’s going yet. I’m in a rambling sort of mood and I don’t have a specific subject that I want to discuss, except that I want to say that feeling depressed is not my idea of spending quality time with myself. I have been in much better moods and have enjoyed my own company more. I think you bother yourself the most when you’re not doing well emotionally. 
But anyway, like I said, the coffee seems to have put me in a better mood and I think I can handle putting my thoughts down on paper (ha, there’s that Freudian slip again).
We’re having summer weather in April and lots of pollen is blowing through the sunny sky. I don’t seem to be in the least bothered by it, so apparently nothing is blooming that I’m allergic too or I’m not allergic at all. I’ll just assume that I’m not. It will simplify my life tremendously if I’m not and I would probably have eczema anyway. All those allergy tests I had in the States may have been false positive. I’m also supposed to be allergic to dogs and cats.
The temperatures have been very pleasant and warm and I now have all the windows open on a crack. That means the apartment can air out properly and that some of the warmer air gets inside too, slowly but surely. It is still cooler inside than it is outside. I’d rather keep it that way, but I know that by this summer it won’t be. I’ll have to try and keep the sun from shining through the living room windows as much as possible. That means keeping the shades drawn for the most part.
It was almost too warm to walk the dog at noon, especially when we were between buildings and out of the breeze. You can tell that I’m not used to this kind of warm weather anymore, nor is the dog. He will have to be trimmed soon because now his fur is too thick and hot. We both laid down in the cool bedroom when we came back and took a nap. It was very pleasant. I’m lucky that the sun only shines on the back of the apartment very briefly in the morning. 
Oh, I see that it’s almost time to watch the 6 o’clock news. I will keep this short. I do want to know what has happened in the country and the world. 
I hope you all had a good day.
Ciao,
Nora

>Outside it’s raining…

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I have to keep in mind that I’m an optimist otherwise I’d forget about it. I’m in search of my good mood because I just woke up from a nap. At this moment everything seems sort of dreary and dark, but that is doubtlessly also because of the gray and damp weather. The cobwebs that are still in my head from sleeping are adding their own shadows to my present outlook. 
I have made a cup of coffee and I’m counting on the caffeine getting me over this somber state of mind soon. It doesn’t do at all to sit around feeling burdened by pessimism. That’s not how I normally go through life and I think it doesn’t suit me at all. I’m not a doomsday thinker and I do always assume that every cloud has lots of silver linings. 
I always very much look forward to my nap in the afternoon, but I have to tell you that it’s a struggle to come back to life when I wake up from it again. The first few seconds I think I’m okay, but when it comes to functioning it’s a whole different story. Suddenly everything seems unsurmountable and I think I can’t make it through the rest of the day. 
Luckily, I know this is a temporary condition and I’m only momentarily fooled by it. I know I have to take action. I have to mentally point myself into a whole different direction and completely overhaul my attitude. And make myself some coffee.
That’s just what I’ve done and I’m already starting to feel better. I’ve even had something to eat. I mustn’t neglect my stomach and feed it on time. I can easily ignore hunger pangs and only feel them in my subconscious where they hardly register. I have to be really hungry before I realize it. Eating is not a big item on my agenda. It’s something I have to do to survive, but because of my gastric band, it’s not something I do with a lot of pleasure. 
It keeps raining and I still have to take Tyke out. I will have to choose an opportune moment when it’s not coming down too hard. Tyke is sitting in front of the window looking longingly outside. He wants to be out there very much. I don’t think he realizes how wet it is. I will have to let him out back first. 
Gandhi was out there for a little while, but came back in quickly. She’s a typical cat and dislikes getting wet. She has yet to enter the bathroom when I’m taking a shower, unlike Tyke who sticks his head around the curtain and licks up the soapy water.
Have a good evening, all of you. 
Ciao,
Nora

>To write or no to write?

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Here I am sitting behind the computer again early in the morning with my empty coffee cup and my just lit cigarette. I am contemplating making a mug of tea, because I’m almost out of coffee pads and I have no plans to go to the store yet. I have to get paid first and that should be tomorrow. I have Gold Tea from Lipton, or Green Tea with Lemon, or Red Bush Tea. I have to decide which I want. I think right now I’m in the mood for Gold Tea with a spoonful of sugar. Okay, that’s coming right up! I can’t wait to drink it.

I don’t drink tea at home very often and I really don’t have a good reason why not, except that I seem so hooked on coffee. So, maybe this is a good time to start drinking more tea. It certainly tastes good if you don’t put too much sugar in it, otherwise it tastes like sugar water. The next one I’m going to try is Green Tea with Lemon and then I’ll have the Red Bush Tea. I also have Rose Hip Tea, but I don’t like it at all and it has been sitting on the shelf for over a year now. I have to remember to buy a tea egg, because I also have lose tea that I have to use up one of these days and they are some nice flavors, Irish Breakfast being one of them.

I just looked in the kitchen drawer and found the tea egg and I am now brewing myself a nice mug of tea the flavor of which I do not know, because the label is no longer on the pot. I think it is Irish Breakfast, though, because I think the Exfactor took the other flavors, because I don’t see them anywhere in the kitchen cabinet. I’ve been divorced for nearly two years and I’m still discovering what is not in the cupboards. Well, I’ve got myself a nice mug of hot tea. You can’t beat that.

The little bit of sugar I put in my tea is going straight to my head and I’m getting a little high from it. It’s like I’ve had a bit of alcohol. No wonder I get drunk so easily. It’s the strangest experience. I never noticed it as much as now, though I’ve noticed something similar in the past. If this is the experience I get from sugar in tea, I’m going to drink more tea. I wonder if it is possible to get off the coffee completely and to only drink tea from now on. Would my body go through caffeine withdrawal, or is there enough of it in the tea? Does anyone have experience with this? If so, please let me know.

Tyke is sleeping on the floor beside me. Every time I get up, he follows me to the kitchen. Wherever I go, he goes. I have a total lack of privacy, but I’m used to that by now. I’ve always had animals follow me wherever I go and watch whatever I do unashamedly. They even “help” me get undressed. Gandhi claws at whatever dangles from my clothes and hangs on tight and Tyke helps me pull off my socks and leggings. He then also wants to take off with them, but that’s another story. I usually catch him on time.

I’m going to take my medicines now and lie on the sofa for a while under the red fleece blanket. It’s that time of the morning again when I can catch a few more winks of sleep. Oh, how glorious!

Have a good morning, you all.

Ciao,
Nora