I had dreams about ordering Barbie pins and badges from Etsy, eating lemon meringue cake, shopping at Flying Tiger, and fighting platonically with Strax from Doctor Who.
In the morning my alarm clock rang at ten o’clock. I was already awake, in an odd place between being awake and having dreams.
I got up, took my morning medicine, put on a dress I had recently bought from a thrift store (or actually it was my good friend Mirette who bought it for me, I will pay her back), and went back to bed to sleep.
I was supposed to go see my friend Mella, but I declined because if I have to get up early in the morning, I am very grumpy and sleepy and that way I cannot be the tap- dancing ray of sunshine I usually am. I called her and told her about it, she was very understanding.
My HoivaOnni worker came for an appointment. Fortunately Mirette kept her company while I took the laundry off the drying rack and folded it into the cupboard.
Later the day they both left. Mirette went to her own home, and the worker went to see another customer.
I drank more coffee, did the face muscle exercises, took a dump a couple of times, and wrote into my diary.
I sat in front of the dining table, looking at the grey suburban landscape from the window. It made me think how no matter what happens to me, the sun still sets, the rain falls down, the trees still swing in the wind.
Now that I look back on that afternoon, I could have spent it more wisely. I could have hoovered and mopped the floor, gone for a walk, visited a library… I seem to criticize myself too much.
Later the day I left, travelled to Helsinki, and went to the library to write into my blog template, the Microsoft Word file I keep in my memory stick.
I was thinking of walking to Girls’ House in order to get exercise and fresh air, but I took a subway instead. The grey weather is making me feel a bit subdued.
Once at Girls’ House, I felt better.
Later the day me and Mirette went to a movie theater to see Saamelaisveri (“Sami blood”) which is about an old lady who recalls her childhood and how ashamed she was of her Sami family.
After the movie, Mirette walked me to the station. I travelled back to Hometown and visited the supermarket, just to look around. Then I went back home, drank a cup of coffee, had a wash, took my evening medicine, and went to bed.
I am increasingly worried about my physical health; when I get up from my bed after noon, I don’t feel like eating a decent breakfast, I just drink tons of coffee and in the evening before bedtime, I scoff half of the food in my fridge. When I actually feel like working out or eating a decent meal, it’s about midnight.