I wanted to write that I will be putting a fight against this horrendous virus infection. But as the day went by, my body started to ache all over and my head felt like it was filled with lead. That’s it people, I can no longer function properly. Down and out. Slaapwel.
Holy crap, I needed to get out of the house! It was smelling like sick and fever in here.
So despite it being rather windy and my head feeling weird, I went out. I made my slow walk to the baker to buy a loaf of white bread, and then to the grocery store to pick up a few things.
It did me good.
I have errands planned out for this afternoon. D will drop off some jars and bottles at the glass collection point while I return library books and maybe borrow a few new ones. Then, we are to do our weekly grocery at the local supermarket, getting some items on promotion and also ingredients for tonight’s dinner. But then, the car will not start because it has been idle for a week and the battery died during the past two nights of freezing temperatures.
When it comes to errand runs like this, my own two feet would have been the most reliable. If only… my grocery list did not include a crate of beer.
I am spending way too much time watching tv. I find myself getting more and more tired and annoyed of the mindless stories, lame plots and weak characters shown on screen.
As antidote to this annoyance, I have started to divert some of my attention towards the stories of my ancestors. Having barely scratched the surfaces, I have already come to the discovery that my Chinese-born maternal grandmother had spent most of her life growing up in Singapore instead of China. A big part of her family left China in 1929 during the Chinese Civil War. Uncovering information regarding my family members (real people) and their life paths (real stories) is far more interesting than any tv series.
As of now, asking questions and creating rough time lines are my only methods on unearthing some family mysteries. I have not started to search for Chinese, Singaporean or Malaysian documents because I doubt that enough (if any) of these survived the years of wars, foreign occupations and migrations.
D and I were unable to agree on how and when we are to remove our Christmas ornaments. His mother removes everything only after Three Kings Day, which is 6th January. Whereas in my household, I (the one putting up the decorations) had total freedom as to when things are to be removed. And this is usually when I got tired of them. That, or other ornaments for another feast day had to go up. I also do not like an absolute one-time-removal because it leaves behind these sad little empty spots. One does not want to be sad this time of the year…
Therefore, I have come up with a simple solution to this silly dilemma. I shall only remove one or two things everyday. This process will be called gradual removal. It can also become a game for D – to spot what was removed on a specific day. Ha!
This afternoon, D and I headed off to Kortrijk in search of New Year’s gifts. Since we are doing Secret Santa this time, we only need to look for 4 gifts instead of the hefty 7 of years past. Phew…
By the end of the afternoon, we were still 1.5 gift short. Nonetheless, the trip has been fruitful because we visited the Christmas Market, D bought a new shirt, and I have my new 2018 journal.
The rest is for tomorrow.
The days in between Christmas and New Year are usually the most awkward time of the year for me. First, I will be occupied preparing Christmas Eve dinner. After that, I will be submerged in a sort of weird stillness on Christmas (which I no longer celebrate) and Boxing Day. As it gets closer to the last days of the year, the stress of having to buy correct New Year’s gifts creeps up on D and I. Before you know it, one must prepare for New Year’s Eve and the day after. Then there are those pesky trio-continental accounts which I need to inspect, analyse, balance for the old year and prepare for the new year. Last but not least, I get this end-of-year guilt of having to connect with people that I have managed to neglect for yet another 365 days! Argh… the in between days!
I did not get the chance to turn on my computer until now, which is an hour before dinner time.
The reason is because I have been busy making little spring rolls, rebuilding my inventory of home-made appetizers.
And I love it this way. There is no half way for me most of the time. If I am into something, I am all in!
Frozen roadways full of slushy two-day old snow did not stop D and I from going out with the car. First, we went to our baker for a loaf of fresh bread. Then we proceeded to the Asian market in Kortrijk for a bag of rice and a few food items I needed for my hobby. After that, we purchased enough groceries at our local store to get a free bottle of sparkling wine. We got home just before lunch time after a quick stop for potatoes.
The snow is melting gradually. My pantry is full. And I am going through my pile of reading materials in the comfortable warmth of our living room…
It rained earlier in the day. Then it got a bit windy in the afternoon. Sunset would be around 5pm. And my dear man wanted us to bike to the Lokaal. He would bring along a backpack to carry our grocery. Along the way, we would need to do a small detour to replace a pyjama set which was a size too small.
Despite my somewhat weak protests in the beginning, we ended up accomplishing all of the above. On the way home, I had to bike with a non-working front bike light which decided to die on me today. All I can say is that I am glad I am now sitting in front of the computer writing the tale of surviving yet another bike ride. Ah, the things we do for love…