Well, hopefully, if I fall asleep very soon, it will actually be two down two to go.
Considering the amount we fight and the number of times I have taken the decision that I might be better of working somewhere far away from tweedledum, it is amazing how much I am missing him. He is constantly at the back of the head. The alarm rings and the first signs of consciousness is the thought that he is not around. As for the rest of the day, I'm alone and it is the same when he is at school or working (at least for this year, when I am not) but still the fact that there is a Suez Canal in the middle is disconcerting.
So what have I been upto? Played a lot of violin. I seem to be destroying my bowing hand all over again. I really need the mirror in front of me to see whether I am moving the upper arm or not and somehow I am just not getting the right placement in this house. Figure I will have to practice scales etc in front of the mirror before coming into the living room to play my 'repertoire' of pieces. I feel so sorry for the poor professor. I thought he had left on Sunday but he has been in the house all along and the poor thing has to bear with me screeching along. He must be rueing the day he gave us the house.
On the food front, went to Champion on Monday and picked up some baked aubergines, lapin pate and another frozen assortiment to last me this week. Hate cooking for myself. The pulses I made Sunday night are going to be sufficient till Friday. Also, I've been watching a bit of TV and trying to catch individual words. It is such slow progress. Somewhere along the line, the brain just stops translating and you start watching the pictures and then you have to pull yourself back and start listening to individual words again.
To put myself to sleep, I have discovered that the internet works even when I am in bed and as a result, I have finished two of the PG Wodehouses which are online. Whenever there is a nocturnal sound, I need to take a deep breath and tell myself, its just a sound, its just a sound.... But tonight I feel really brave. I have actually ventured out for dinner. Our friends from Tel Aviv had everyone over for dinner - the Roos, Scones and Bagpipes and another stranger. Didnt want to go without Tweedledum but she insisted and I figured, what the hell, its about time I got out of the house. The last two months I have had so much time to myself that I seem to have forgotten how to talk to people. But it was nice seeing all of them again and we had some really good food. One was a spinach quiche. Buy the pate and the mixture is spinach, white cheese, eggs and the rest of the condiments on choice basis. In the oven for 20 minutes. I really liked it. And he has a good taste in wines. We started with the Riesling Tweedledum and I had used to celebrate his first salary. So I, of course, went right back into the miss him mould. Dessert was a spread - an Israeli dish called compote (yes, I know its french too, but this was different), tarte tatin, strawberry pie, ice creams, chocolates. I have no idea why people serve dinner at all, I could survive just on the sweets.
Hopefully, the Roo will pass on this biography she's just read on Indire Gandhi. Wonder who the author is. That, frankly is all that differentiates a well written biography from a maudlin one.
Have found a pdf copy of the XBF exercise series on the Internet and have started doing it all over again, I think in good earnest this time. It is so strange. When my dad insisted that it was a well constructed series, I was in no mood to listen and now that I am on my own, I am appreciating the all roundness of the exercises, the fact that it takes only 12 minutes, has an achievable target among various other things.
And finally on my walks, tried one half from the Carrefour. Tomorrow, I try the other. According to everyone at dinner, there are animals in the forest but it seems they are more scared of me than I of them and the sound of my footsteps will have them scurrying away before I can say 'Tally ho!' Hope so. Today morning, there was this oinky sound and I was totally confused whether it emanated from my extremely hungry stomach or the oral regions of a boar. It certainly had me looking over my shoulder for the rest of the walk.
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