| May 20, 2007 - I'm finally 30 years old! |
| Dear Friends, I'm finally 30 years old! As you know from my previous posts, I've been 29 and some months for quite some time. That's because I base my birthday on Saturn's orbit around the sun rather than the earth's. Anyhoo, the big 3-0 finally got here. I approached it with mixed feelings, frankly. Back in January, I was rather apathetic about it, because there's just no way to stop Saturn's orbit, and by extension the passage of time. Then about a week before the actual date I got a little panicky. Not "Oh my God, I'm 30" panicky, but "I hope I don't get all emotional at this milestone" panicky. The day came and my office took me out for a fantabulous lunch and as I sat happily amongst them chowing down on steak and drinking gallons of gin and tonic, I realized I was totally unphased. Just because you're 30 doesn't make you unfantabulous! I'm headed to Sweden in a couple of weeks! After an absence of 2 years, I'm finally going back to the program I've been on before. Info is at www.uiss.org. With the present administration's sound economic policies and the lovely Iraq war in progress, I have the wonderful privilege of paying double the tuition I used to pay due to the weak dollar. Oh well, it will be worth it. I've paid the tuition already and I've bought the plane ticket. My weekend there will be spent in Stockholm for a few days prior to my arrival in Uppsala. Then friends of mine want me to come visit them in Zurich my first free weekend. I haven't bought the tickets yet for that. I'm thinking of spending my second free weekend in Dublin, since I've never been to Ireland and have been wanting to go there for some time. The third weekend will be the usual school outing to Helsinki and Talinn. Dear Friends, I have to admit I'm both looking forward to, and yet dreading, the whole trip. I'm looking forward to it, because I know I'll have a great time; plus I often dream that I'm in Sweden and then I wake up really disappointed. The dread comes from knowing that I'll be leaving my newly renovated apartment and all of these boxes of crap that I still have to sort through. I know, I know, at 30 I still have plenty of time ahead of me to sort things out. But you, my Dear Friends, must remember that I'll be dead by 40 based on Saturn's orbit. That doesn't leave as much time as one would hope! Guess what! I've not had a drop of alcky-hol since last Sunday! I know that's hard to believe. The reason is that Pablo was getting ready for a heart catheterization and then an operation for a deviated septum, so I was getting home early every day before those procedures. Then I took Thursday off to take him to the hospital, wait for him, and then bring him back. Friday I took off as well, because he had been bleeding from the nose so much on Thursday. Because he's on painkillers, he can't drive and I didn't want to risk him encountering unforeseen problems without someone here. He's getting along a lot better today so I may go out, but I'll leave that up to his comfort level. Do you know that I actually cooked for the two of us? I know it's hard to believe that, but I really did. I know how to; I just don't like to. Plus I kept the kitchen clean the whole time. And then on Friday and Saturday I worked cleaning out boxes in my room and hanging up pictures. By Saturday I was miserable with the allergies the dust had incurred, in spite of taking antihistamines twice. I'm sorry to say that I have no freak stories for you today. Perhaps I'll encounter some if I go out. But for now I have to sign off, because my nose has already started running. Ta ta! Next page Previous entry Go to diary entries Go back home |