- Our April-May spate of visitors begins in less than a week. At least the cleaning person comes today.
- related to the above, none of the sheets we got with the apartment comes anywhere close to fitting on the futon. (We’re currently making due with a much-too-big waterbed sheet tucked in around the edges.)
- We’ve actually been spending quite a lot of time on the water lately, but I’m really appreciating doing it in a less structured way. “You free Tuesday? Let’s go after work.” “Oh, the weather’s gorgeous. I wasn’t planning to row today but I think I will.” There’s no question that more structured training is more effective, but this way is a lot better for my stress levels. And we seem to be doing all right, race-wise.
- I’d been thinking my hair was shorter than it ought to be for as long as I’ve been growing it out, and wondering if some haircutter but a little scissor-happy on me. But actually, it’s about 4″ longer than where the ends normally fall if I stretch out the curls. So my hair isn’t shorter, I just live in a more humid climate.
- I really need to get cracking and book a hotel in Brugge for this weekend, Amsterdam for a few weeks from now, Paris for a couple weeks after that. (It was going to be Venice, but logistics were more difficult. Our guests for that week will just have to suffer.)
- This isn’t a new realization, but one I keep being hit by: just how different standareds and perceptions and ways of doing things are in different countries. The Rotterdam marathon was canceled yesterday due to heat. According to Weather Underground, it got all the way up to 80 degrees. (I’m not making fun of anyone: “too hot” is a matter of what you’re used to and 26 runners were taken to the hospital yesterday because of the heat. Heat prostration and dehydration are no fun, no matter what the actual temperature. However, I wouldn’t blame the winner of the race, who is from Kenya, for being more than a little bemused.)
- These days, when my friends get all giddy in new relationships, what it takes to make me feel secure in their happiness is a fight. Well, no, an argument. A disagreement. I’m not wishing unhappinessness on them, and anyway, some couples just don’t ever fight. What I want to know is, in the case of a difference in opinion, does Mr. or Ms. Perfect turn into a monster at any sign of opposition? I’ve seen it happen too many times. But if your Jekyll personality doesn’t Hyde when things go wrong, I’m more likely to trust you with the heart of someone I care about.
- I really miss being able to shop in the evenings and on Sundays.
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No worries, we’ve had 2 disagreements- both negotiated out without pouting, yelling, nastiness or cold shoulders. About potentially deal breaking matters too. There’s schmoop and there’s real life, we do both really well. Mwah! ~LA
The way it has always seemed to me is that hate and spite hurt the one doing it more than anyone else. However it may hide and eat its way to the very core of the doer.
My uncle once told me that he refused to marry anybody who’d never had a fight – he wanted to be sure that they knew how to make up again afterwards.
I’m with you on knowing how they fight. The most frustrating part of my marriage is that there is no fighting at all. If I ever get irritated to the point we should be hashing it out as a disagreement my husband instead crumbles and curls into a ball on the couch. That is so very not productive and so very very frustrating.