Lisa's Blog: 2010

Monday, August 16, 2010

Cucumber

Rafting Memories

The sign Jay is holding up says 'Cucumber'.

Mum always wanted a boat called 'Cucumber', we didn't know why, but every time we made a raft, it was named Cucumber for her.

Sunday, August 15, 2010

There was a story about witches in Alaro, it was said that they learnt to fly by jumping off one bluff with their brooms and trying to flying to the other. Some would learn to fly and others would die trying.

Home

Numbero 95,

Calle Pujol,

Alaro,

Mallorca,

Islas Baleares,

ESPANA

Home.

Los Vecinos

Our neighbours in Spain were our second family.

Jay and Teresa.

Jay, Ta-ta y Jesusito.

Todos los vecinos.

Bwana

I remember when you use to babysit Jay and I, you'd fall asleep on the couch and later we would come and wake you up, just to let you know that we were going to bed now.

Always smiling and forever working on your tractor collection.

Bwana sayings:

"Jobs a gooden"

"Annikins" (to mum)

Never Forgotten.

Wednesday, July 21, 2010

A Day in the Life

I wake up, my pillow and duvet all around me keeping me warm and comforting me. I don’t want to get out of bed, I know the house is cold. My bed is so cozy and warm, I don’t want to get out and be cold.

Finally I get out of bed, the chilling air immediately giving me goose bums. Trying to keep warm and be enthusiastic about the day ahead, I make my bed, put some toast in the toaster and put a laundry wash on. Shuffling around the house, doing this and that I realize that yet again I’m the only one home. Flatmates away staying at their real homes or with their boyfriends, my other good friends too busy to come and hang out with me, I spend most my holiday days alone.

My toast pops, I cover it in butter and sit at the dinning table in the lounge. It has six seats, only one ever seems to be occupied. The crunch, crunch from my toast is the only sound I hear, other than that the house is silent. Silent and lifeless. I’m wearing my heavy black jacket and wooly slippers to keep me and my feet warm from the cold tile floors.

Finishing my toast, I wash my dishes and put them away. I return to my room, to my things and my personal safety zone. My posters, photos and art works covering the wall throwing colour into the room hiding the bare bland and depressing beige walls behind them. All the images have something I love about them, they make and inspire me to be creative. They keep me happy, filling my life with colour and creativity.

Taking my laptop from its hiding place, I set it on the desk and turn it on. Its slow to turn on, I tend to think its because its so cold. I check my emails, checking for anything interesting or urgent that will keep me busy or give me something to do. All three email inboxs are empty. Giving up on correspondence, I take to the world wide web to entertain me, but it bores me quickly. My hands are freezing, I can see my breath inside. Its too cold. Thinking of the long winter days still ahead, I shiver yet again. The cold, rain, wind and wet is just too depressing to think about.

I look out my window, thankfully today is not one of those days. There are blue skies and sun outside, hope.

Tired of moping around alone in my cold, empty and silent house, I decide to move. Music is great, breaking the silence, I turn on The Edge and listen to the new Kesha song, Take it Off. The beat taking over and cheering me up, I dance around my room to get my blood back into my hands and feet.

I pick out some comfortable yet stylish clothes that make me feel good and put them on as quick as I can, I may fool myself but its still freezing inside.

After brushing my hair, getting the sleepy dust out of my eyes and brushing my teeth, I grab my bag, put on my shoes, alarm the house and lock the back door behind me.

In the sun and fresh air I feel myself defrosting, the sun is warm on my face. Putting my sunglasses on, letting my hair down and putting my headphones in I relax. As I walk, the music lifts my spirit, and I no longer feel alone or cold.

Walking slowly I arrive at my local mall, climb the steps to the Robert Harris Café, and order my regular Mochaccino from the counter. Taking my number I head to the back of the Café, pick a seat and take out my book. I read, enjoying being around other people and their chatter. Reading my book and drinking my coffee, I’m relaxed as ever. I’m comfortable and warm. I feel happier in the mall than in my own home. Its warm, I’m not alone and I’m happy.

As I walk hope I am happy, I have a smile on my face and a spring in my step. Let the day come, with whatever challenges it wants.