Been quite busy lately. Autumn is the busiest time of the year for us. Yesterday we finished putting the pickles. Nothing can beat my husband and dad when it comes to preserving vegetables through the pickling method!
There is a lot of work to do but it is so worth the effort! I love the feeling when you get to eat fresh food straight out of your own garden!
Then there is the same feeling in cold days when you know that you have everything you need to get through winter.
All the mixed scents of spice, vegetables , fruits and smoke coming out of the chimneys.
Summer cucumbers are almost ready for consumption .
“You just don’t bury someone until you are absolutely sure that that person is dead for good. “
Well seems like we were about to bury one of our family member and we got others involved too. More precisely , husband called 3 days ago to let me know about a FaceBook post made by his cousin where he was mourning the loss of his mother. Husband couldn’t go because he is abroad at the moment and he will be back next weekend only, my mother-in-law can’t go because of her leg, I’m stuck with work , visiting the hospital for check ups with my mom-in-law and everything … a bit awkward to go by myself , I’ve only seen that woman once, at the funerals of her older son, about 5 years ago.
But most importantly…we didn’t knew how to give my father-in-law the bad news that his older sister just passed away. He absolutely adored and admired his older sister , so much that he even named his only son after her. So, aunt Emilia was dead…great….how to break up the news to a man who’s health is not that stable after two brain strokes ?
Husband and his mom agreed not to tell him and wait until the day of the funeral. They just needed a bit of time to figure an easy way to tell him. So my mom-in-law called her brother and told him the bad news. He offered to go and attend the funerals on behalf of our part of the family, so he ended up ordering 3 huge flower arrangements , with written messages on the bows and everything ( “You will be missed”, “R.I.P Emilia”, “Eternal peace” etc ) ; one from him and his wife, one from my in-laws and one from me and my husband. He even wrote down a speech !
So the next day he was marching to aunt Emilia’s house, where the funerals were supposed to be held, carrying the heavy arrangements and he was the first one to get there … except there was no funerals and the gate was opened by aunt Emilia herself. It turned out that husband’s cousin was mourning the loss of his MOTHER-IN-LAW, and not his own mom! Good job, love! Good job!
And knowing my mom-in-law, of course, in 5 minutes she gave the news to each and every family member that she could reach – that aunt Emilia was dead and we should all gather and say our last good byes ! Despite the circumstances aunt Emilia was happy as she didn’t had so many people visiting her in a long time!
Yesterday I went to visit my parents and spend a lovely afternoon in the garden , after a pretty chaotic morning . In a few weeks I’ll be gone again. So from the little time that I have I try to split it between everyone . I have missed my pets so much! Here you have my kitty , enjoying the last sunny days of autumn and my old buddy – my 17 years old buddy! Mom baked a pie and we had lunch in the garden under an old golden nut tree. My, God! You just have to love autumn!
After that I got back to work until almost midnight . I was planning to work until the morning but I remembered that I had to wake up early today . I had to drive all the way to my in-laws and take my mom-in-law to the hospital for a routine check. The doctor was pleased , her leg seems to be healing very good after the surgery. As a side note , remember to always go to the emergency room in time – especially when rusty nails are involved! Infections are never fun to deal with! Thank God that at least one of us was home and was able to assist her! We only wished that she had called sooner and not try to “take care” of the wound by herself. On a good note if she continues to behave she will be getting rid of the crutches by Friday.
Husband and I planned to get new phones this Christmas ; it seems that Christmas got a little earlier for me as mine collapsed first , this morning. I was so close to not wake up and get in time to my in-laws! For the past few months we only had issues with both of our phones and it was just a matter of time.
Seems like my mobile phone network provider just got new policies and they don’t sell phones without a subscription anymore. I’m already subscribed to them , my number belongs to their network and I pay monthly for it, but seems like I had to pay an extra monthly fee for the subscription (?) because I’m not eligible yet for a new phone (whatever that means ? ). I already picked up the phone that I wanted and was standing there , cash in hand, puzzled and not convinced that I heard her right . My phone was slowly dying , battery almost gone (was not able to charge it for two days) and an angry husband yelling obscenities back at the assistant – in my bluetooth earphone. So again I had to drive to the nearest gadget store to buy my new phone.
I don’t know what feelings other people get when upgrading but I absolutely hate switching gears! Reason why I buy new phones only when my old one completely breaks. I’m somewhat emotionally attached to it, feels like letting go to a part of me . Every time I get a new phone I behave with it as if it is an intruder ; I completely ignore it until it rings . Same goes with a new PC / laptop . As I’m writing this post I’m still trying to bring my old phone to life by keeping it plugged in – maybe it will charge in the end, who knows? You just don’t bury someone until you are absolutely sure that that person is dead for good. And for this absolute reason I can count on one hand all the phones that I had in my entire life – so far.
My favorite season is here and I’m doomed to spend most of the time indoors working. I know that hard work always pays off in time but sometimes I wonder if it’s all even worth it. I didn’t even realized when summer was over , right after our vacation trip I started to lose track of the time again. And so the days are passing , one after another ; today is autumn and tomorrow I might wake up in winter without being aware of the drastic changes.
Today I decided to take a day off and go to the place that my soul longs for – the forest. I cannot believe that I was close enough to miss autumn without me playing with the rusty leaves at least for a couple of hours! Where are my days? Where is my inner peace? I’m stressed and on a rush most of the time and lately I notice almost nothing. I become so numb and I didn’t even realized it.
I made a promise to myself that Sundays will be wisely spend – outdoors reconnecting with the nature. I actually missed hugging a tree, I missed hearing the birds, I missed the pure clean scent and I missed walking barefoot through the crunchy leaves.
My eyes were so tired , yet the vibrant autumnal colors calmed the pain and cleared my vision. When did I lost touch with all of this?
For me writing seems to be the answer to everything. It helps clear out my mind and sort out my feelings. I’m already writing an ongoing journal for the past 10 years or so. I like my privacy and I never considered to write for an audience – I do it strictly for myself and for my own benefit -reason why I write on LiveJournal for so many years. I really love the option of writing my posts public, friends only or private. Some of the posts are friends only and I have a hand full of close people that are able to read them ; but most of them are private, of course.
Now that I was somehow convinced to write a public blog , I believe that there are beautiful experiences that I can share with an audience. There are also many subjects that I can write about and some people might find them useful – or so I was told. Even if I write about beautiful experiences I do it from a very personal point and I feel like keeping them for myself only and not share with everyone…I do not know why but this is how I function. So every post that I write here it will be made with a lot of effort . But yet again writing things down is very important to be, it has become like a coping mechanism. I’ve been writing since an early age , I own every single diary and every single notebook that I ever wrote.