Sunday… again! How many Sundays since I started my post surgery life? It doesn’t matter. They are all the same. This one, however, is worse. Rosana had left, then Valeria arrived, and now she is gone too. It makes me sad, but I am fortunate that I can be with them daily in Facebook. It helps a bit…
We simply need to at least start thinking seriously about moving to San Francisco to be with our daughters. I do not want to stay here any longer, but it will take time to convince Guido to agree. Now he says there are earthquakes there. Here we “only” have storms, snow, ice, remnants of the hurricanes, and power failures! He is not being rational.
I am tired of the doctors here, of the distances that prevent us from seeing some friends, of the weather, of the politics. We are too close to the center of power, and the news tends to be pervading, wherever you go.
We were finally able to see Elli and Jean-Paul, here from Paris for a very brief (too brief) stay. We miss them, and hope that they will eventually decide to come back here. It is too early to tell. Elli brought me some chocolates that are truly from heaven – Jeff de Bruges. Naturally, I immediately checked the Internet to buy some more soon, but they are available only in the UK, and in some European and Arab countries. How will I be able to buy them? They are Franco-Belgian. If anyone has a tip about this, please pass it on. I am dying for them. No matter how sick I may be, chocolate is a cure all, especially the good one. Don’t forget that sick children were given only chocolate to cure them in the Harry Potter books 😉
Some more about our daughters now, to give them credit. This is not only about me! Rosana got a press pass to a “green” conference, so she spent the day there: http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=236162&id=708713171&l=15ea66392e
Now she has to write 2 blog posts about it in exchange for the pass, for Eco Tuesday, a green networking group she has been going to.
Valeria is back home, happy to see her three cats, and also Creg, I assume, and getting ready for more Habitat for Humanity. We already miss her bubbly disposition, her shopping and cooking, and her organization skills (my kitchen thanks her).
Once more, I repeat – I want to move to San Francisco as soon as possible. Maybe if I repeat it often it will happen sooner…