With my wife being on a humanitarian project in North Ossetia for two weeks, I found myself with no time to write this blog. Now, how come, you might be wondering, having all sorts of dirty images on your minds. To tell you the truth, I was curious too, since I had expected to write a lot during this time.
After a carefull analysis of the matter I managed to come up with three possible reasons for this weird occurance:
- I am doing all the food shopping myself. I do not like shopping at all, I do not like consumerism and my energy is terribly low when I manage to force myself to dive into this terrible experience. My teenage monsters do not help, but they do eat a lot, so I go often.
- being without my wife to boss me around and tell me what to do, how to do it and when to do it, I am, of course, helpless, confused and overwhelmed with abundance of freedom from and freedom for. Basically this means a lot of time spent in trying to figure out what to do next, being existentially terrified of the possibility of forgetting something really crucial.
- and last but not least, when the cat’s away, mice will play, so there’s a lot of pizzas-and-movies evenings with kids. Yeah!
So, when my wife comes home she will actually have to start another humanitarian mission in our house.
And, yes, we will need to talk and cuttle a lot in order to catch up, so…
p.s.: In the meantime, may I humbly suggest you read some of the tragically neglected stuff on this site, like things on safety, perception, zen, being the best, children and fatalness.
