February 23rd 2001

I should have written an entry yesterday, after all it was a nice day without anything bad happening. I was too busy, believe it or not. It made me quite angry that I didn't even have time for a journal entry.

I came home around 5pm because we'd had afternoon classes and for the first time in months, I didn't skip PE. We went ice-skating, which I wasn't too keen on. I was afraid I could ice-skate anymore and that I couldn't even keep myself on my feet. But it turned out fine, and I have to admit that I had a lot of fun. It took me a bit to getting used to the ice again, and I felt a bit clumsy. I kept thinking about how well and elegant my ice-skating once looked when I still had training, years ago. I want to get that feeling bad, I want to feel totally comfortable on the ice again. From now on I will try to go ice-skating more often, just to get a feeling for it again. I really want to get used to it again. It felt weird to be so clumsy on the ice, which once was my second home.

At home there was a lot of household work to do yesterday, and I was quite a bit angry that my mom had given me so much to do, although I'd had afternoon classes. Not fair. And then there was a whole lot of homework to do, which I did, surprise surprise. Nice day.:)

Today was pretty nice too, nothing exciting happened. Today was the last day that my granma cleaned our apartment. She came once a week to clean, for 15 years. She will have knee surgery done in a few weeks and then won't be able to come anymore. As always, my mom took her home by car, and I came along. It was weird when I watched her walk towards her house, with me and my mom sitting inside the car and waving at her, as always. My granma turned around once more than usual, and nothing was as always. I never realized my granma would stop coming here every week sometime. I was glad when my mom switched on the radio and when it wasn't silent in the car anymore. Now that I am thinking about it, I have tears in my eyes again. I can't help it, it's just a kind of good-bye, one that hurts. I don't like good-byes anyway. It was a really strange feeling.

We went home and I went online for a while, until my dad told me to come along grocery shopping. I met Muhic and had a little talk with him, not long because he was busy. But it was nice seeing him again, I hadn't seen him working there for ages and I'd already been afraid he might have been fired, for which reason ever. Muhic is a really nice guy, with a lot of charm, and a very nice and natural smile. I like him. I hope I'll get to see him tomorrow too somehow, when I'm at work, but it is not very likely because he works on the first floor and I work on the second, and I don't have a break tomorrow. but we'll see. It was definitely nice seeing him today, definitely.:) I met some other of my colleagues, but meeting them wasn't as unusual (and pleasing) as seeing Muhic.

I still have my staff clothes to iron, for tomorrow, and I suppose I'll write a longer entry tomorrow. I will have more time then. Honestly, the past few days haven't been packed with things to write about.

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