My people think I am weird: I eat carrots as a snack, I brush my teeth as many times as I eat, I jump all around the room when I listen to "Rasputin" of Boney M and play it when I'm stressed, I do head-stands and hand-stands also when I'm stressed, I ask for hugs and massages (I also give many non-asked hugs), I love being tickled, I clean the office kitchen, I sing through songs loudly, I sleep little and still make it to smile the next day, I do an all-nighter and go swimming for a start of the new day, I enjoy being in my office where we drink wine, tea and eat carrots and bounce balls (also a good deal of Graze boxes), I became veggie (and then pescetarian) for lent and I'm not pregnant neither a believer, I get on well with Steinke and give him bread (indeed, I give bread to the whole office and beyond), I scare the lab technitian hiding behind the evaporator (since, he calls me "trouble"), I write my posts in English...
Muchas gracias por seguir palpitantes y expectantes. Expectantes y 'saltantes'. Saltasteis a mis ojos chapoteando en mis lágrimas, guardadas celosamente por mi alma guerrera. De ahí saltasteis, un salto pequeño pero agudo, al corazón, vibrando como aquello que carga un peso. Y ahora burbujea libre de presión. Y me hace... ¿cosquillas? Me alegra teneros conmigo, a pesar de vuestra tendencia solitaria.
I lost track of coherence a while ago. Now I can just hope that my randomness will not be too annoying. You can follow it in two blogs: You will find a mixture of frustrated poetry and well intended mini pieces of art at "Partición de la Unidad" which may bring at least a smile. Or a thought!
At "Big steps with smell of dust" you will follow me in Kenya. It has been a year of organising, cake baking, soap making, tube collects... and time has come to visit and experience the dusty beautiful country.