Life

When we came home tonight I received a phone call from TH., telling me that my friend CH. is in hospital with something that resembles a stroke [that makes two]. :(

She is still conscious but in severe pain [headache] and has to be watched for the next twenty-four hours. Tomorrow morning she will need to have a CT scan done. Unfortunately I will be at the hospital myself till midday so hopefully I will be able to get in touch with TH. once I’m back to get an update on her condition.

It makes you realise life is too short and every day is a new day, a new start, a new chance to make it the best day of your life. If I won’t post for a while I might have decided to fly to Amsterdam…

Courage, it would seem, is nothing less than the power to overcome danger, misfortune, fear, injustice, while continuing to affirm inwardly that life with all its sorrows is good; that everything is meaningful even if in a sense beyond our understanding; and that there is always tomorrow. ~Dorothy Thompson

Homesick

It just hit me earlier, out of the blue, out of nowhere… I was preparing lunch and my mind wandered off thinking about my friends and my mother. She had a stroke and it’s bothering me. She recovered well enough to send me a letter; I received it last week, she sounds very confused and didn’t finish some sentences. Perhaps I feel homesick because I’ve only been working lately, trying to finish a never ending project, my portfolio and website. Or maybe because I had a slice of rye crisp bread with peanut butter [Teso’s which is not as nice as CalvĂ©]. I don’t know what caused it but I’m happy that we didn’t move to New Zealand or Australia in the end. If this gets worse I can at least book a plane and be in Amsterdam in an hour…

Craving