Well, I’m not feeling too great at this precise moment in time. Baby’s swollen eye problem is back yet again and we just don’t know what the cause is. He’s booked in for the zillionth visit to the docs tomorrow, but even they don’t seem all that sure what is causing his left eye to swell up and make the poor little chap look like someone who has gone a few rounds with Mike Tyson.
It is a testing time. The first time something like this happens you sort of chalk it down to small children and experience. Now we are at the eight occurrence and I’m finding myself at a loss. You worry for the little one, worry about finding the time to make enough money to keep on going and get frustrated at the amount of time which is evaporating merrily away every time you get stuck with baby sitting duty. It makes trying to run a business a challenge to say the least, some might say that it may make running a business downright impossible, and I may be tempted to agree with them. But what can you do? The answer is not a fat lot apart from hoping that things will get better. Obviously my other half is worried out of her mind. Women do seem to have a deeper connection with their off-spring than us guys, but then seeing as kids are quite literally attached to their mothers for around nine months maybe you can understand this attachment exists. Take how much I’m worrying and multiply that by a factor of fifty or so and you begin to get an idea of just how much worry children, particularly sick ones cause for their mothers. Tough it is. There is no other word for it.
Stop reading, start speaking
Stop translating in your head and start speaking Italian for real with the only audio course that prompt you to speak.
To cap it all, and this may cause a wry laugh, the summer heat which a raved about a few posts ago, has failed to live up to its initial promise. The weather has been distinctly English for the last few days as it tries to make up its mind as to what to do. Rain, grey clouds, a smattering of sunshine and low temperatures all in the space of a day. When it’s grey outside, I feel grey inside if you know what I mean. It’s sad, or should that be S.A.D. – seasonally adjusted depression or seasonal affective disorder. This is probably not a real problem back in the UK, where it is quite often difficult to know just what season is, er, in season. In sunny, not at the moment, Italy you see so much sun usually, that you are geared up to accept it and exploit it, so when your hopes become dashed by terminal cloud cover, you do start to feel down and sad or SAD or both. I’ve also got a nice little cold as well which seems to be resisting all my best attempts to throw of, the little blighter. They do say bad things often come in threes, and at the moment I would completely go along with that little saying.
Sometimes I wish I was a duck or a fish, or some other beast that finds wet weather wonderful. A frogman maybe.
Now where did we put that video about holidaying or vacationing in sunny California? Would anybody know of any work which may be going in that part of the world? Boy, do I need a good dose of summer.
