News

My hair was falling out at an alarming rate a month or so ago, but It seems to have stopped.

My jam-making has come to a stand-still.

My little computer was taken violently ill on Friday. We took her to computer hospital where she was admitted by a computer doctor with a suitably appalling bedside manner. (I know it's a sweeping generalisation, but you don't want your IT guy to be charming, do you? Social ineptitude can be a good sign in these guys...) I wanted to sleep there next to her in a fold out chair/cot, but Salva convinced me it would be better to stay strong and wait for the news. It turns out it's like macbook appendicitis, you know, dangerous but accute, has to be caught in time. She's coming home on Friday.*



This week I was able for the first time, since moving here, to put up a themed exhibition.

It's great! At least, I think it is. It's been up since Sunday evening but I havn't seen it yet. Does that seem strange? I took them in on Sunday evening and the organization man seemed to take his curating fairly seriously.. He sent me on my way and I have yet to return.

I was going to go tonight, but by the time I finished working I emerged into the type of fog that should only surface in those films set in Chicago where everyone wears hats and says "the cats pyjamas". In a land where red wine was against the law, the fog added to the hellish atmosphere, and it does here too...

Anyway. I've heard the exhibition is good. Salva called on my behalf last night and was told that there have been positive comments, and my face was spreading with smile while I tried to remain cool. I'm "opening" it on Friday night, so hopefully I'll have perfected the raised eyebrow, sophisticated "thankyou" down by then. Maybe I'll get a photo of me doing it.

My best friend came over for the weekend. We had one night of home-made Panzarotti that finished with a spontaneous performance in the Italian restaurant downstairs. The other was a tapas crawl. There was time for a few coffee dates and long catching-up chats in between. And it was lovely. I really need friends.

During the car trip home from Madrid a week earlier, I spilled to Salva about how I am feeling this now. I've always been the type of person to have few close friends, but keep them very close. In the last 5 years I've lived in Siena, Bologna, Melbourne,and even England for a time. It's always been the same. I go for quality over quantity when it comes to friendships, which although I am always with my partner, leaves me a little lonely, because sometimes you want to talk about the same thing again and again but you can't do that with the same person (it's like re-telling a joke, or worse, explaining it)...

Maybe I should stop being such a friendship snob. (blogpost interrupted by call from Mum, who agrees.)

In other news, We are going to Dublin for the weekend, and I'm enrolling in an online Masters of Fine Arts.

That's it for now.




*The hospital comparison got me a laugh from a Spaniard (difficult) the other day...just re-working it here.