Its been days since I got back to Paros and I’ve been busy catching up, grooming, and now, I’m house/dog sitting again.
Meanwhile I’ve managed to convert my house into a removalist’s nightmare as I go through my stuff and sort. I’m sticking with my idea of transforming my living room (kitchen/studio/everything room) into a sort of gallery to show my work and invite people to see and (hopefully!) buy, instead of trying to find shops/galleries to sell through.
Along with trying to sell online… I’ve pretty much given up on the Instagram/Facebook shop idea, I just can’t figure it out and its giving my confidence no end of battering cause I’m not THAT stupid.
On the other hand, I see that WordPress has a commerce thing going on too… not sure if its available to the whole world or just the USA, or how it works, or anything at this stage, but I might look into that. Last time I tried it, it wasn’t ideal… Maybe this new version is better. Failing that I’ll just post stuff on FB and Instagram with a price and ‘contact me’ button. It might be better anyway, since I’m selling original artwork and not multiples of any one item.
So, in the vein of creating gallery space, I’ve been going through my house and pretty much packing away all my display items that are not for sale in order to replace them with items that are.
In order to do that, I got more plastic containers which I can seal things in to keep them safe from the damp and potential rodents returning, to store them in the basement. I’m also putting away all project/craft supplies I won’t be using over summer. Things like my fabrics, felting wools, etc. I won’t be needing those for a while, they are not things I use regularly. They’ll be put away and the space they took up previously will be used for the materials I do use, moving them out of the living room.
The suitcases under my bed, for instance, will now hold paints, paper, canvases etc, things I will continue to work with over summer. That way, the bookcase will be a display case.
At least that’s the plan…
Meanwhile, I’m keeping my little cubby boxes and drawers, and I’ve added another 4 drawers to the bookcase for all the tools and odds and ends. I found these little boxes at Jumbo the other day and bought 4 of them.
They’re pretty, but I’m using them as drawers so I had to make them fit in with the other drawers I’d made myself. I used old magazines and decoupaged them to the front of the boxes and voila – more drawers.
Once again, the photos are pitiful, mainly cause I do a lot of this stuff in the evening or at night. But you get the idea.
More to do. Lots more to do. So little time! Better get on with it!
I’ve always loved the idea of painting clouds, but had never tried it.
So today I thought it was time to give it a go.
This is how this painting started:
And this, of course, is it finished:
I am actually quite pleased with it.
I even started searching for other photos I’ve taken of cloudy skies but couldn’t find them. Hopefully I’ll find them tomorrow so I can try another one.
Its been a really busy day, and a very frustrating one at that.
I hate technology… I’m one of those people who hate getting a new phone/computer etc cause I have to set it up.
Computers and smart phones are meant to make our life easier, but things keep changing and every update and upgrade seems to make things more complicated.
It might be my age speaking here, but I remember this being an issue when I was much younger and working as a graphic designer. You’d just get used to a program and they’d upgrade it and things which worked fine didn’t work any more, things got moved to different places, new things (which were usually good) appeared and you had to re-learn everything again.
Or they stopped making a program you knew off by heart and you had to learn a new one.
I kept up. I did my job. Then.
Now, it seems every time my computer or phone runs an update things are different. Facebook keeps changing. And everything is somehow connected – which you’d THINK would make life easier, but it doesn’t.
Today I spent time trying to set up a Facebook/Instagram shop.
Its not the first time I’ve tried. I’ve spent hours on this in the last year or two. I did set up my Junk4Joy page as a shop initially but never did anything with it, then they changed their shops and added Meta and now its so much more complicated.
People keep saying ‘read this’ or ‘here’s a link’ etc. I’ve done all that. I’ve read stuff, I’ve watched Youtube videos. They’ll say ‘click on xxx and then select xxx’ etc but nothing on my computer, in the app or on my browser, is in the same place where theirs is!!! Even the wording is different sometimes.
Please tell me I’m not crazy.
All I want to do is streamline my FB accounts/pages, match up my Instagram account names, and have a shop where I can sell my stuff. Is that too much to ask?
Maybe I should just go open a Shopify shop, pay for it, maybe they’ll make more sense.
Mind you, that doesn’t solve my different accounts.
I need a fairy god-IT-person. Or a 10 year old.
Whatever.
I’m tired.
What I did manage to do today was close my Etsy shop for good. It did well when I first opened it, but kinda died.
Even that was a nightmare. In order to close the shop I had to first pay the AU$1.98 I owed them. Which I tried to do using Paypal… But Paypal won’t let me log in without sending a text to a phone I haven’t had since leaving Australia. There is no other way to log in. I can answer my security questions, which I did, but then they want to send me a text to the old phone and they don’t even give you the option to say “Hey dudes! I no longer have that phone so I can’t receive any texts! Is there another way, like, say, for instance… send me an email?”
No. That would make too much sense.
And unless I want to call Australia, I can’t get in touch with them. There is no ‘chat’ on their site and no way to email them with a problem. I can do a search for an answer in ‘the community’ but I can’t ask a question without logging in!
Can you say ‘vicious circle’?
I managed to close the shop by adding a new credit card to my account. How does that make sense?
I still have my CafePress shop, but I’ve barely added anything new to it in years, so its barely selling. I should close that too, but eh, it doesn’t cost me anything since they’re a print on demand company.
Remember when I wondered how you can be an artist and have an online shop/commerce site and manage all the posts and ads etc? Well… this is where I’m at. About ready to give up.
I swear, if Greece allowed street markets, I’d just sell my stuff at a stall. But there are no street markets in Greece. Only the farmer markets (laiki) in the cities and those are not for art and craft and handmade items.
A while ago I made a memory box for mom and dad – photos of them courting and a photo from their wedding day. Photos I’ve always loved.
I found the box in a secondhand store, and it had a glass front which slides out. All I had to do was paint it white, glue on a background I liked and then decorate it.
This trip while I was in Athens I found the wedding crown from their wedding in all the boxes I sorted through.
It’s yellow with age and has lost some pearl beads, but I like it as it is. At some stage I’ll iron the ribbon, but for now, I just popped it into the box for safe keeping.
For those who don’t know how Greek weddings go, somewhere among all the priests chanting and carrying on for what feels like hours, the best man or woman gets out these ‘crowns’ to crown and bind the couple together.
The crowns can be decorated in any way they want, but they are made to sit on the heads of the couple during the ceremony and have a ribbon tying them together. It’s meant to symbolize that they are now kind and queen of their own household. Apparently. I didn’t know that. I just read it on google…
During the ceremony, the best man/woman puts the crowns on their heads, then crosses them over back and forth so that each crown goes on both heads. Then the couple does the ‘dance of Isaiah‘ – where they move around the table with the best man/woman holding onto the crowns/ribbon.
Seeing as Greek Orthodox church ceremonies are all in ancient Greek, I can’t say I’ve ever understood a single thing they say or do…
But at least this bit of the ceremony had a bit of action, so it was fun.
Sort of like cricket…. I heard a comedian once describe cricket as so boring for so long that when something finally happened it was insanely exciting. Like that.
You can tell I’m not a very church-going person. There are a couple of ceremonies I like – Easter Friday is my favourite by far. I’ve always thought that other Christian churches I’ve visited were much more interesting. At least there the priest/father/pastor/whatever he/she is called speaks in English and gives a sermon that I can understand.
However, I digress. All I wanted to do here was share how much I cherish having mom and dad’s wedding crowns to add to my memory box.
‘I could go into the story of my life and the deep down reasons I’ve disliked (and even resented) Greece since first moving here as a 10 year old many years ago, but its a long story involving a child who felt like she was ripped from a town, a life, and a family she loved, moved to a foreign country far away against her will, where she knew no one and who’s people were cruel to animals. And who sincerely believed she would never again see the people and places she loved.’
I thought I’d share a song which totally encapsulated my view of the world at the time. I used to hear it and cry for everything I’d lost.
Sure, the song is in greek (so I’ll provide a translation below) but to me, it is everything I was feeling at the time.
I first heard it on the ship from Melbourne to Athens. The Patris.
The Patris is a very well known ship amongst greeks – It took so many people from their home towns all over Geece towards a better life in the 60s and 70s, including a lot of proxy brides sent to marry men they’d never met.
“… no one knew where they were traveling to – they were to be thousand miles away from their families, [they didn’t know] if they would come back home ever again.”
Of course, we were some of the few who took it going the other way – from Australia to Greece.
But for me, the feelings were the same cause I was too young to understand that the parting did not have to be forever.
Here is the song…
Here are the lyrics in greek (cause I know some of you will get a kick out of seeing greek) –
Χωρίς το σύννεφο βροχή δεν κατεβαίνει Ούτε το δάκρυ χωρίς καημό Χωρίς τον άνεμο τα δέντρα δεν λυγάνε Δεν σταματάνε οι πικρές δίχως γυρισμό
Αχ να μπορούσα τα λιμάνια να τα κλείσω Να σταματήσω τα τρένα στον σταθμό Να ‘χα τη δύναμη τα βράχια να κυλήσω Να μην αφήσω δρόμο για τον χωρισμό Να ‘χα τη δύναμη τα βράχια να κυλήσω Να μην αφήσω δρόμο για τον χωρισμό
Γιατί κοιτάς τα μάτια μου τα βουρκωμένα Που πας στα ξένα Σε ωκεανό Γιατί κοιτάς τα χέρια μου τα λαβωμένα Που πας στα ξένα και έχουν σφίξει κεραυνό
Αχ να μπορούσα τα λιμάνια να τα κλείσω Να σταματήσω τα τρένα στον σταθμό Να ‘χα τη δύναμη τα βράχια να κυλήσω Να μην αφήσω δρόμο για τον χωρισμό Να ‘χα τη δύναμη τα βράχια να κυλήσω Να μην αφήσω δρόμο για τον χωρισμό
And here in english (excuse the double line spacing, I have no control over the app on the tablet) –
Without a cloud there is no rain,
Nor tears without pain.
Without wind the trees don’t bend,
This anquish won’t stop without (a) return.
If only I could shut the ports,
(If only I could) stop the trains at the station.
If only I had the power to roll the rocks
So there is no road for separation.
Why are you looking at my tearful eyes,
You go to foreign lands, on the ocean.
Why are you looking at my wounded hands,
You go to foreign lands and I’m holding lightning.
If only I could shut the ports
(If only I could) stop the trains at the station.
If only I had the power to roll the rocks
So there is no road for separation.
——–
You may think this is melodramatic… but remember, I was a child of immigrants, who’d left their home towns and loved ones behind themselves, never knowing if they would see them again. They missed them and cried for missing them… I myself, never saw anyone from Greece, how was I expected to believe I’d ever see my loved ones in Australia again?
What made the goodbye infinitely worse was seeing my Uncle George, my favourite uncle, hiding behind a column as the ship set sail, crying… Proof positive I would never see him again.
Of course I was wrong. I’ve been back and forth between Greece and Australia all my life, but back then, this song hit me really hard.
I spent the whole of last week house/dog/cat sitting where I’d spent a month a couple of months ago. It’s nice, kinda like a holiday, but I sure do miss being home. Here is Lainee enjoying lying on someone’s couch for a bit:
So, when I got back home on Saturday I immediately began picking up where I’d left off in my organising and cleaning stint.
I’d already cleaned the living room and put down the rug for winter, cleared out and organised my kitchen cupboards, put away almost all my summer clothes, moved my outdoor furniture and fans to the basement for winter, and swept and threw out all the accumulated pine needles from the back courtyard and front patio.
This time round I did some laundry, a ton more dusting, put away the rest of the summer clothes which had been washed and were piling up in the bedroom, went crazy with the hammer hanging a few odds and ends on the walls and re-arranging others, found a home for some vintage encyclopedias I was unable to resist when someone was giving them away, and began a pile of ‘take to Athens’ stuff. Oh, and threw a big bag full of crap from the bathroom.
It felt great! I minimised all the products and crap I had in there, no more holding onto things I don’t use or things past their use-by date.
Did I mention we’d had another blackout while I was away? Well, second one in the last month. My freezer is now totally empty since I had to toss everything out. But I got some frozen Korean dumplings on the way home. Dinner! Yum.
Since the weather wasn’t too bad and I was in a working rather than lying-about-watching-Netflix mood (I did that too!), I trimmed some of my plants back for winter, checked on others and when I checked the dead lavender bush I had in a huge pot out the front, I found it came out in my hand without so much as a tug… It had virtually no roots at all. Strange I thought. So I began to dig at the soil thinking I’d put something else in the pot.
This is what I found:
EEEEWWWW. There were TONS of them. Big, round fat grubs, squirming and disgusting. I’m sure they might be full of protein and taste great if you tossed them in a bit of flour and shallow fried them… GAG.
I did a google search and I believe they are some kind of beetle larvae which eat plant and grass roots. YUCK. They were just horrible. I put them in the rubbish bin. I now have to throw out the soil as it may have more eggs in it (and it’s not cheap filling that pot) and treat all my other plants just in case.
Eeeewwwww. I’m still cringing.
Other than that, while outside, I checked the outdoor fairy lights and found they no longer worked. I guess leaving them outside for 2 years will have that result. Oh well. I got a new, smaller strand today … I won’t leave that one up for years. Or so I say now…
Other than that, I’ve been THINKING creatively but not actually put more than a few strokes on the canvas I’ve started or the two pet portraits I’m working on. Maybe tomorrow. I have a dentist appointment tonight. Nothing dramatic, but I’m sure my tongue can feel a hole which wasn’t there before… I probably lost a filling and didn’t notice…
The weather has been a bit erratic lately – warm and sunny one day, windy and cold the next, then warm and sunny again. However I think it may have finally settled into winter mode now… As long as it’s not raining I’m fine with it cause I don’t like walking Lainee in the rain.
Work has been busy, grooming has slowed down, so hopefully I can get back into my art in a real way soon.
In just a couple of short weeks I’ve gone from a strictly ‘work/home in pjs couch potato’ to ‘Ms Out-Way-More-Than-Is-Good-For-Me’.
The downward slide began last Sunday when, on the way home from visiting my newly widowed aunt, I was hailed over by a couple of guys I’ve known for years who were sitting on their patio enjoying the weather with a glass or five of tsipouro. (Think greek homemade hooch similar to italian grappa.)
I spent a pleasant couple of hours with them, getting home too late to do any housework and too drunk to do much else.
Did I mention I’d walked to my aunt’s? Driving may have saved me from drinking, but the way my day was going (too much beautiful weather to work) I doubt I’d have gotten much done anyway.
Monday I had a haircut… perhaps not a social occasion for most people, but my hairdresser is also a grooming customer and we’ve become friends, so our tongues got as much of a workout as the scissors.
Tuesday after a grooming appointment (which doubles as a visit to a friend, and her owner – haha!) I caught up with ‘the girls’ for drinks at the bar where we usually meet. That is a pretty much standard ‘every Tuesday night off season’ thing, but a lot of the time when its cold and miserable out and I’m snuggled on the couch with my poodle, I don’t feel like going out, so for me its more like every 2 weeks.
Wednesday I was invited out for dinner with friends I dog-sat for on top of the mountain… incidentally, where I am again right now. For a few days only this time. At least thats the plan…
Thursday is, from this point, on quiz night at the Jolly Roger in Parikia. Went with a friend last week and we came in 2nd. Of four, but hey, we still came in second. And I actually helped by answering FIVE whole questions she didn’t know the answer to. I just LOVE quiz nights so I think this will be the one thing I brave the weather for weekly!
I’ve joined a writing group called Bell Book & Candle which meets once a month on a Sunday evening, where we write to a theme, read our efforts aloud then share dinner and drinks.
I’m still waiting for info on some pilates classes I want to join, and I’ve been invited to join a couple more things.
There is a theatre group which does plays in winter (before COVID and again this winter I hope). There are dance lessons for tango in Parikia I hear, a greek dance troupe and latin in Naousa. There are a couple of art groups.
I would love to do a ton of stuff but I must remember that I need to work on my art as well, and in order to do that, I need a few restful evenings a week.
Who said there is nothing to do on Paros in winter? People think its dead once the tourist season ends and the shops close, but that’s when the permanent residents begin to get a life.
Life is different when you live on an island, or any tourist place I guess. Everyone is too busy during the season to have time to do much of anything but work. Then in winter, when they have the time, there is a ton to do if you want to do it. However a lot of people either leave to go to their ‘real home’ or go away for a holiday. And holidays can be long when you work in tourism 6-7 months a year, then have the rest of the year off.
That makes it hard for some of the groups who need to have a steady number of people showing up.
Still, its one thing I love about living in a small place – the fact that I know a lot of people and that there is always something to do if I want to.
And I love the peace and quiet here in winter compared to the crazy hell of summer.
How did I go from ‘things are settling down now summer is over, and I can finally get back to being creative’, to total silence again… ?
Let me see if I can put it in a nutshell:
Mom things to deal with, a death in the family, a ferry almost disaster, absent gas, an appliance put on this earth to test me, a thunderstorm, power outages, and a flat tyre.
And now for the nuts sans shell for those who want to read on…
October 28th one of my uncles died. He was the second youngest of my dad’s brothers. He was 82 and hadn’t been really well, but he wasn’t like, real sick either, so it was sudden and a shock. He’d been the Don Corlene of the Famelis family for so many years I guess we thought he was not just omnipotent, but immortal too…
On the up side, since October 28 is a public holiday, I got a 3 day weekend.
On the down side, it wasn’t a fun weekend.
Mom was due to leave on Saturday. When she told me about my uncle’s passing I picked up her tickets on the way over. Like… was she going to leave right after he died? Stupid. But then I also left home without my bag, my wallet and wearing my incredibly sexy pink crocs with striped socks.
Whatever.
That evening my brain kicked in and I called the travel agency to change mom’s ticket to open so she could travel on another day. All good.
Sunday, before the funeral, I went past and picked up the new tickets for Monday.
Monday morning mom called me at work from the port, distraught. The ticket was wrong and they wouldn’t let her on the ferry. Her sister was already on board. Mom was in a panic but the little Hitler at the port was hell bent on not letting her on.
The ticket had the correct time and ferry name but instead of ‘Paros to Pireaus’ the ticket said ‘Pireaus to Paros’. What? There are no ferries from PIR to PAS at that time, any day of the week.
Especially that particular ferry which was, at that very moment, loading cars, trucks and passengers the wharf on Paros.
I called the agent, the woman who changed the ticket, demanding she fix it. She said what could she do? she was alone in the office… the ferry was due to leave in 5 minutes! I suggested she lock the office and run to the port and sort it out. Mom is an old woman with a heart condition, and this was too much.
Back and forth calls – me trying to find a solution and mom telling me what I should tell say and do. Like I’m 10 years old…
The story? The tickets were originally for Saturday but when they printed out, the date and time was correct but origin and destination were wrong for some reason. Computers, right? You know what they say? “To err is human. But to really F#@K things up takes a computer”.
The little fuhrer could have just looked at the old ticket and said “Hmm.. the old ticket was correct and paid for. The new ticket has part of it right, but there is no ferry from PIR to PAS at this time, so why don’t you drive on in and totter up to the the purser to sort it out like a good little old lady?”
But no. His brain was so wrapped in ‘by the book’ that there was no room for out of the box thinking. Or common sense.
I had asked the lady at the agency to just issue new tickets and run them to the port. When she tried to issue new tickets for mom she couldn’t cause mom was apparently already booked in for that trip! (duh) So she issued them in my name.
Of course, the genius port officer refused to accept the new tickets those cause they were in another name!
In the end someone was able to argue mom onto the ferry. Last vehicle on.
Sheesh. And me at work, in a meeting, trying to sort this out.
Later that evening mom called. She didn’t have any gas. Everything in the new house is on natural gas… No gas to cook with, no hot water, nothing. Wonderful. And I’m meant to help how? Being millions of miles away and having no idea what to do?
After over an hour on various calls to the gas provider – who politely told me that their job was just to bill us, they had nothing to do with any issues we might have – i called mom and she said it was working again. One of her neighbours said she had to run water in the sink and it would then turn itself on. So it was working fine…
Thanks mom.
Next morning, another distress call from mom. The oven wasn’t working.
I bought this whiz bang oven at a great price from a place in the north of Greece, a display model top of the line Gorenje oven. It came with a manual in some unknown language. I was able to find and download one in English and when the oven was put in place around May/June this year, I tried to set the clock. It began flashing PLOC which I take means the oven is locked, and I never managed to unlock it, no matter what I tried.
At the time I called the Gorenje distributor in Greece. Nope, they couldn’t send anyone out as I was not reporting a fault and their service department only deals with faults. Besides, he said, they don’t support that particular model as they weren’t the distributor of Gorenje products at that time.
They gave me a number for an uncertified repair company, who said no, we can’t fix that, call the distributor. I called the same guy back and finally he told me the name of the old distributor.
He could have started with that.
Anyway, I called and booked in a demonstration and service/repair if needed. another load of calls yesterday. The repair man. Mom. The repair man. Mom. Mom. Mom. Telling me what to say. What to do.
This is not over yet… chapters 3, 4 and more are coming. The oven is either faulty or broken cause it wont unlock but we don’t know why. I’m speaking to the seller and they are no, apparently, going to try to send someone to fix it or diagnose the issue and will replace it if need be.
This weekend I’ve had two power outages. One for 12 hours and one for 24. Everyone in my area, in the same building – right next door and above me in fact! – had power after a few hours but I had to wait 24 hours and 2 visits from the electricity company to get it fixed.
I can’t explain it… but somehow I’m getting power from somewhere else, like, perhaps the moon, cause they came and checked the building and pronounced it ‘fixed’ when I still had no power.
Being at home in the dark without internet and a flat kindle sucks.
But its fixed now.
And this morning I get up to go to work and find I have a flat tyre.
Ain’t life grand?
Anyone want to trade a life on Paros, complete with a mom who cooks great greek food, for an isolated farm in Australia?
Its been a long time between posts. I have a good excuse or three. I’m still working, still grooming and still house-dog-cat-sitting.
The ‘sitting’ job has been extended due to health reasons – basically the owner needs surgery so I am staying another 4-5 days, past the already more days I have done.
I don’t mind, seriously, it’s just that having to do stuff after work becomes difficult when you have to drive up the mountain on a dirt road which only fits one car at a time (ie you/they have to back up to a spot in order for both of you to get through… not fun!) and then back down and back up again.
It means that (since I can’t take two dogs to work with me, or on grooming jobs) I have to leave said dogs at the house and drive up to make sure they are ok after work, feed them etc, then drive back down to go grooming or whatever. A lot of driving in a crap road.
I’ve had quite a bit of grooming lately. Not enough to give up the day job, but I’ve had some new customers and it’s still hot enough that people are wanting their dogs groomed regularly. Good for me… better if I wasn’t also house/animal sitting.
I keep telling myself I won’t do that again, but I’m a sucker and I say yes to everything. All the time. I love to be helpful. I need to learn to say no. I have stuff I need to do for myself. My own work, my grooming, my art. I can’t give up my time like I tend to do. Even for pay. I need to put my work first.
Anyway, did I mention my aunt got sick? Aunt #1, the one in the nursing home. I don’t think I did. During my busiest time, I had to spend some time in the health center here on Paros with her. Mom and one of my other aunts did too cause the health center is not a hospital and isn’t staffed at night. We are so lucky she didn’t have to go to hospital. There was no way I could take time off from work and leave the dogs/cat/house job either.
Thankfully she’s better and back in the nursing home where she has people to care for her round the clock. She looked awful though and we were really worried for her. She is 94, almost 95… declining health is inevitable, but still…
Work has been just as busy as it was all summer. Though September is over, tourists are still here, its still busy and there is still no parking.
The weather has been great mostly. Hot in fact, for the last 3 days. I finally managed to get a quick swim in today between work/picking up dogs/grooming. It was lovely. The beaches are nowhere near as busy as they were a month ago and I like that.
Hopefully things in my life will calm down soon and I can get back to sharing projects…
You know how I said how impatient I was to get home and get stuck into painting again? How I was ‘in the zone’ after so long?
Ha. I jinxed myself, ’cause I haven’t touched a brush, pastel or bit of cardboard since. I haven’t even felt the urge to get up off the couch and touch my artwork… let alone tackle the paperwork I MUST do.
Mind you, Sunday was horribly hot. I groomed a dog in the morning, then rushed to the PAWS (Paros Animal Welfare Society) annual general meeting, then had lunch with friends and it was all I could do to get home and lie on my bed with the fan on. I got up around 6.30pm and did a few handy-type things around the house (maybe I’ll share one day, but they’re definitely ‘zefi’ things, ‘don’t try this at home’ stuff), before heading down to visit with my cousins for a bit.
Then today at work was a day from hell. Complete with a visit to the dentist at the end of it.
So, here’s something I prepared earlier. Prickly pear on marble. This is a larger piece than I normally do and right now its sitting in the office on the bookcase.
I should put a big sticker on it with a price. Maybe someone will buy it for the big villa they’re buying!
I mentioned the dentist, didn’t I?
You know how people are always saying ‘where did all the money you earned over summer go?’ (well, they ask me that!) ha. Today I paid 400e for a tooth. The one I had problems with before summer. I’m getting it crowned. The one I’d already paid 300e for previously for a root canal treatment. Whammy.
Next up: Implants – double whammy.
Unless I go for a dental plate. Great.
This post suddenly took a dark turn… time to get off here and do something useful. Maybe wash a dish or two. Maybe water the plants and fight the mosquitos. Maybe just lie on the couch and watch Netflix or Stremio.
Hey, now there’s a funner topic! What have you been watching?
Since I disappeared from blogland, I’ve watched a ton of stuff. I watched all of Chicago Fire till I ran out of episodes, and I have all of Chicago PD and Chicago Med on a hard drive thanks to a friend, so I have weeks and weeks of viewing ahead!
I watched Better Call Saul.
Misfits (an english series about people with odd powers).
I got caught up with Greys Anatomy and the Good Doctor. And the Walking Dead.
I’m currently watching Russian Doll, and started watching House of the Dragon.
Next will be the Umbrella Academy series 3.
I tried The Imperfects, but I’m not sure I like it.
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