Tonight, being Sunday, (my lovely solitary rainy day off)
Mr. Buttons was spinning 20’s and 30’s standards at our
own personal speakeasy – our deluxe Kabaret-Expat night at Mythique…
Red wine flights and flurries and gin rummy – such a lovely combination.
The weather has turned seemingly – long torrents of water fall from the sky,
and grey skies perpetually. I think I love it. Does this mean I will love Dutch weather too?
If I was less woozy, I could force this to make more sense.
Instead, I’ll point out a few random but choice items of interest:
I’ve been meeting some incredible people lately.
Precious Andy, the baby-faced dissolute writer.
Stefka, from Bulgaria who said she she would tutor me in Bulgarian folk-singing
(So exciting – my dream come true!)
and tonight, a lovely mortician, who said she would take me to work with her sometime!
We have plans to experiment with mummification/preservation techniques.
Just when I had made up my mind to leave this place…
My mind swarms with possibilities and fears and hopes.
Amsterdam looms in front of me – adventure, a huge risk.
So much to lose – but much experience and knowledge to gain.
I’m scared, and determined.
Two black cats in a row crossed my path tonight.
Doubleplusgoodluck.
Jaws ache from tooth grinding. To bed now?
Perchance to dream.