I just finished ‘The Time Traveler’s Wife‘, a novel by Audrey Niffenegger. I bought the book because I was intrigued by the synopsis:
This extraordinary, magical novel is the story of Clare and Henry who have known each other since Clare was six and Henry was thirty-six, and were married when Clare was twenty-two and Henry thirty. Impossible but true, because Henry is one of the first people diagnosed with Chrono-Displacement Disorder: periodically his genetic clock resets and he finds himself pulled suddenly into his past or future. His disappearances are spontaneous and his experiences are alternately harrowing and amusing. The Time Traveler’s Wife depicts the effects of time travel on Henry and Clare’s passionate love for each other with grace and humour. Their struggle to lead normal lives in the face of a force they can neither prevent nor control is intensely moving and entirely unforgettable.
I have been reading all weekend long, I only stopped to sleep, eat and to go on – obligatory – visits to friends and family. As soon as I returned home, I picked up the book and continued where I left off. It’s a wonderful and amazing love story. I was surprised, I smiled, I sighed.
At the last pages of the book, I cried.
I had a job interview last Wednesday. I came well prepared: knew my pro’s, con’s, what, how and why’s. I was dressed to impress, not nervous at all. The interview went perfect, as planned. I liked the company, the job sounded great, I felt a ‘click’ with the HR-guy… I floated on a happy cloud all the way home.
They phoned yesterday.
I did not get the job.
I matched the profile almost perfectly, but some one else was a better match. They did not think I was the right gal for the job. I said ‘too bad, better luck next time’ and hung up after their ‘maybe, good bye’. I cried a bit. For 24 hours I dreamt of a job. A real income, a car… My dream did not become reality- again, and I’m still a bit sad.
As you might have read in these comments, I moved succesfully from one server to another! This post is a test to check if I have changed all settings correctly…
update @ 9:20 AM Weeeh! I works! I am an ICT goddess… ;-D
Sometime this week this site will move to another server. ‘MyLove Hosting Ltd.’ offers more space and more privileges for less money! In fact, I can pay in goods and kisses ;-D
MyLove has promised me that the process will go as smooth as possible (it better!), but if you can’t reach ‘me’, don’t worry: I’ll be back a.s.a.p.
I am really excited, aren’t you?
Location: Global Weather Control Center
Date and time: Friday 21/01/05 10:31
“Sir! It’s time for our annual systems check.”
“Already? Time flies when…
Anyway, which country shall we pick to be an unknowing participant in our test? It must be Northern Hemisphere only, than it won’t be too suspicious… Somewhere in Europe…. Ah, the Netherlands. The perfect target; sudden changes in the weather are absolutely normal there”
“Sir! We are ready for the test! We are waiting on your signal.”
“Hmmm… is it on yet? Is still see people on their bicycles… It does look like it’s working: we’re bending the trees. Increase it a bit… Perfect, we blew that girl right of her bike.”
“Can you vary the amount, shape of the drops and direction a bit? … Perfect!”
“Sorry, I wasn’t paying attention, can you do that once more? Ah, thanks.”
“Sun… Oh, we already had done the sun? Ah well, better safe than sorry…”
“Snow… Go from wet to dry and back”
“Now push all buttons at the same time… Brilliant!”
Well, the test went just fine. Thanks for your cooperation. See you next year! Carry on as usual.”
Meanwhile, on a street in a Dutch town
“Sometimes you really think there’s some one up there messing with us. 10 Weather types in 15 minutes, and I was blown right of my bike!”
I am a pitiful person! You all should feel very sorry for me! I am injured! I am in excruciating pain! (I am an Aries, so I always over react a bit in case of diseases and wounds…)
I have a huge (2×2 cm) blister on the inside of my right lower arm; the result of an unfortunate cooking incident involving boiling food and hot steam. Don’t ask. I am motor handicapped, so this happens all the time. After I dropped the pan – shock reaction – on my foot – F$! – I cooled the burned spot with running water, and left it alone; just like I was thought at first-aid class. It was red and a bit painful, but it looked ok. This morning, I woke up with a blister the size of a 2 euro coin! After one look at it, MyLove immediately went to the bathroom and returned with a smile on his face and a needle in his hand. ‘Pierce it!’ ‘No’, I replied, ‘not by you, anyway. Sadist!’ Slightly disappointed MyLove went to his traineeship address, and I went to the doctor. The MD looked at it, complimented me with my fast response and the fast response of my skin – as if I have anything to do with that – and put a gauze dressing on the blister. ‘That’s all?’ I thought. ‘That’s all’, the MD said – which made me wonder if I spoke out loud, or if he is psychic… but that’s another story. Anyway, the longer the blister stays whole, the better for the new skin below it. If it pops, it pops, nothing to worry about, just keep it clean. Sounds simple enough, yet the only thing I worry about now is how I can protect the blister against MyLove’s sadist tendencies…
Third cup of coffee this morning and still I can’t seem to open my eyes properly, focus or think clear. Any suggestions?
1. Yes, I checked if and It’s not decaf- which would be really weird, cause we have a decaf-free household. We only buy the real stuff!
2. No, I’m not going to sniff coffee – liquid or powder – like MyLove suggested.
The fact that I don’t want to have children (not now, and most likely not in the future), does not mean that I am ‘against’ having kids. If you women want kids, have ‘em. Make as many as you want, when ever you want. You have my blessing.
Except when you’re really, really old. I think they did invent menopause for a reason, girls! Therefore, I consider it a very selfish act of the Rumanian woman who gave birth at age 66. Selfish? Yep, incredibly selfish! How big is the chance the mother will still be around at the girl’s 18th birthday? Her grandchildren will even never know their grandmother. She had (roughly) 30 years to become a mom. I think that’s enough time. If it won’t happen spontaneously, adopt, try IVF. Or stop trying. But don’t give birth to a kid at an age other women become grandmothers.
I just realised that this blog turned ONE last Thursday! *pweep!*
I know, I know, it’s not as ‘old’ as some of the other blogs out there but still: I’m really, really proud! So bring out the champagne and – sugarfree – cake!
I never thought I would say this, but as a true Cloggette I complain about all weather:
“Dear weathercontrolling person – whom and where ever you are,
Can you please lower the temperature in this region? 8.3 Degrees Celsius is a bit too high for January in the Netherlands, don’t you think? It should be 2.8 degC, yet it was 13 degC this Monday…
I want snow! I want ice on our canals, so I can skate on them! I need a cold period, so I will appreciate the Summer more. I promise *crosses fingers behind back* I’ll never complain about the cold again!