Esta foi uma semana de altos e baixos. Uma semana de muito trabalho e pouco sono devido à tarefa dos certificados e da preparação geral do ano escolar. A sensação de não ter tempo para o blog, para a horta e de ter trabalho todos os dias é um bocado pesada. Com a esperança que as coisas estabilizem com o tempo. mantive tudo em dia esperando que um dia livre aparecesse.
A semana começou bem com o Benfica a voltar a ser campeão (e já é aborrecido) e com o Salvador a ganhar o festival da canção. Ele diz não ser um herói, mas um tipo que consegue ser ele próprio, dizer o que pensa naquele circo e ganhar, só pode ser. Faz-me lembrar o Kurt Cobain numa versão não tão drogada. E por falar em Kurt, a semana acabou com o suicídio do vocalista da minha banda preferida , aos 52 anos. Apeteceu-me muito ter um abraço da malta com quem partilhava a música naquela altura.
E para agravar o sentimento de solidão, na sexta-fira, enquanto preparava a sessão de cinema para a miudagem, ao deslocar o projector, o cabo não desenrolou e trouxe o portátil atrás. Não o mostrei na altura, mas por dentro morri. Já há algum tempo que temia que isto acontecesse. Mas não fazia ideia do quanto estava dependente daquela maquineta que ia comigo para quase todo o lado, me permitia fazer mil e uma coisas e que guardava muitas horas de trabalho em muitas áreas.
Numa semana em que tentava manter tudo de pé por fios, a vida tratou de me dizer: "Espera aí. Todo este controlo te deixa doido. Vais agora descansar e perceber que consegues viver sem isto." Fiquei mais triste que quando perdi o carro no incêndio e as minhas fezes mudaram como se estivesse a passar por um desgosto amoroso. Devo ser louco, eu sei. Mas aquela máquina é como uma extensão da minha mente.
Por sorte, o material escolar estava numa pendrive. Mas todas as fotos que tinha, material relacionado com a permacultura, com a quinta, toda a minha música, futebol e outros têm um risco elevado de desaparecer para sempre. Deixei o computador em Nong Khai com um amigo da Khaek que vai tentar recuperar alguma coisa.
Agora é perceber que o mais importante está dentro de mim e avançar com o pouco que tenho. Pode ser que tenha mais tempo livre.
This was a week of ups and downs. A week of hard work and little sleep due to the certificates and the general preparation of the school year. The feeling of not having time for blogging or gardening and having work to do every day is a bit heavy. With the hope that things will stabilize over time. I kept everything up, waiting for a day off.
The week started well with Benfica being champion again (and it's already boring) and with Salvador winning the eurovision song contest. He says he's not a hero, but a guy who can be himself, say what he thinks in that circus and win, can only be one. It reminds me of Kurt Cobain in a not-so-drugged version. And speaking of Kurt, the week ended with the suicide of my favorite band's vocalist, at the age of 52. I really missed a hug from the guys which shared with me the music at that time.
And to worsen the loneliness, on Friday, while I was preparing the movie session for the kids, as I moved the projector, the cable didn't unwind and brought the laptop back. I didn't show it at the time, but I died inside. I've been dreading this for some time. But I had no idea how dependent I was on that little gadget that went with me almost everywhere, allowed me to do a thousand and one things and kept many hours of work in many areas.
In a week when I was trying to keep everything up, my life tried to tell me, "Wait, all this control drives you crazy, you're going to rest now and realize that you can live without it." I was sadder than when I lost the car in the fire and my feces changed as if I was going through a heartbrake. I must be crazy, I know. But that machine is like an extension of my mind.
Luckily, the learning files were on a flash drive. But all the photos I had, permaculture related material, the farmhouse, all my music, football, and others have a high risk of disappearing forever. I left the computer in Nong Khai with a friend of Khaek who will try to recover something.
Now it's time to realize that the most important is inside of me and move forward with the little I have. I might get more free time out of this.
Por sorte, o material escolar estava numa pendrive. Mas todas as fotos que tinha, material relacionado com a permacultura, com a quinta, toda a minha música, futebol e outros têm um risco elevado de desaparecer para sempre. Deixei o computador em Nong Khai com um amigo da Khaek que vai tentar recuperar alguma coisa.
Agora é perceber que o mais importante está dentro de mim e avançar com o pouco que tenho. Pode ser que tenha mais tempo livre.
This was a week of ups and downs. A week of hard work and little sleep due to the certificates and the general preparation of the school year. The feeling of not having time for blogging or gardening and having work to do every day is a bit heavy. With the hope that things will stabilize over time. I kept everything up, waiting for a day off.
The week started well with Benfica being champion again (and it's already boring) and with Salvador winning the eurovision song contest. He says he's not a hero, but a guy who can be himself, say what he thinks in that circus and win, can only be one. It reminds me of Kurt Cobain in a not-so-drugged version. And speaking of Kurt, the week ended with the suicide of my favorite band's vocalist, at the age of 52. I really missed a hug from the guys which shared with me the music at that time.
And to worsen the loneliness, on Friday, while I was preparing the movie session for the kids, as I moved the projector, the cable didn't unwind and brought the laptop back. I didn't show it at the time, but I died inside. I've been dreading this for some time. But I had no idea how dependent I was on that little gadget that went with me almost everywhere, allowed me to do a thousand and one things and kept many hours of work in many areas.
In a week when I was trying to keep everything up, my life tried to tell me, "Wait, all this control drives you crazy, you're going to rest now and realize that you can live without it." I was sadder than when I lost the car in the fire and my feces changed as if I was going through a heartbrake. I must be crazy, I know. But that machine is like an extension of my mind.
Luckily, the learning files were on a flash drive. But all the photos I had, permaculture related material, the farmhouse, all my music, football, and others have a high risk of disappearing forever. I left the computer in Nong Khai with a friend of Khaek who will try to recover something.
Now it's time to realize that the most important is inside of me and move forward with the little I have. I might get more free time out of this.
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