I'm going to do something very boring but that some people seem to do like to do on in their status on Facebook, that is share my mundane, everyday life in diary form. Only I'm going to be more specific.
7:55am - I'm in the middle of a dream where somebody is knocking. I slowly begin to drift into consciousness and I realize that the knocking is not in the dream, it's coming from somewhere in the building. KA KA KA KA!!! At first I think it's the surly looking lady upstairs who is nailing up pictures at this ungodly hour, but as the sound keeps moving around, Nick, who has began stirring as well, mutters that he thinks they're knocking the snow off the roof. He quickly goes back to sleep and begins to snore lightly. It doesn't take long for him to go back to sleep.
I lay there and know that I should get up and start my day by taking Kelly out for a walk and then maybe hitting the gym and then doing some translation work, as it's waiting for me, but I don't. I linger in between dazed consciousness and sleep, and finally go back to sleep.
9:45am - I wake up again and open my eyes. Judging from the light in the room I can tell it's quite late. I look at my alarm clock and know that it's time to force myself to get up. Kelly is awake but looks groggy and she turns around from her spot at the foot of the bed and looks at me with that stern face.
9:52am - I'm up, and make my way to the kettle to boil water for tea. I take one of my large tea cups and put a tea bag in it. Forest Fruit flavour today.
I then go into the living room and turn on the T.V. Falcon Crest is on, and I know this because it's on every morning. I lay down on the couch while I wait for the water to boil. I fight to wake up. I'm as dazed and groggy as I am every morning these days. Must be the lack of light.
9:55am - I pour the water into the tea cup and go over to the computer to check my Gmail, Facebook, hotmail, local newspaper and my blog. In that order. Some bullshit email from Ebay on Gmail. Nothing new on Facebook. Same old crap. A link to an ad for Huskey puppies from Nick on hotmail. Relieved to learn that nothing tragic has happened in the world as I read the local news. Saddened to learn that the only news that the local paper has to write about are which names are the most popular in Sweden at the moment and yet another drunken argument in a restaurant. Well in a way it's quite comforting isn't it since if this is all they have to print, we know nothing majorly tragic has happened. Nothing new on Blogger either. The waves of excitement are running high as always.
10:09am - I take Kelly out to do her business. I waddle my way down to the little strip of forest beyond the parking lot, in my large, black winter boots. Kelly sniffs at every yellow spot in the snow and crouches down to pee on one of them, just to mark her turf.
10:20am - I make myself a berry smoothie. Raspberry and mango today. I park myself in front of the T.V with my smoothie to watch Days of Our Lives while I drink my breakfast. It's not all that interesting but it sucks to eat alone.
10:52am - I sacrifice watching the rest of Days of Our Lives in favour of continuing my work on this translation. I just received a brief email from the client asking me to send him the completed translation as soon as possible. I get to work.
11:42am - I am finished with the translation and send it off with that same feeling of satisfaction of having completed a translation, and an utterly boring one at that. Bank business.
11:56am - I sit down with a pita stuffed with two fish sticks, lettuce, tomato, red onion, feta and tzatziki sauce. It's delicious but messy and I end up spilling tzatziki sauce on my sweater. So what's new. While I eat I watch Emmerdale to see what the freaks on this soap are up to today.
12:12pm - I have finished my lunch and get dressed to go to my 1:00pm interpretation. Today I choose to wear black tights, a beige/brown V- neck long top with a white cardigan. I wear a necklace as well, in an attempt to sharpen it up a bit. I put my contacts in and some war paint on my face. I admit defeat in my constant battle with my unruly hair, and gather my brown hair together in a pony tail that hangs straight down my neck and back.
12:21pm - It is time to get Nick up, because I need him to give me a ride. He doesn't work until 5pm, and as usual he's in no hurry to get up. I call out his name in a calm voice with a hint of gentleness. If I'm abbrasive with him he'll grumble and might take his time getting up, which will stress me out as I'll worry about being late. He's rather grumpy anyway, since he's not a morning person, or even an afternoon person. He's more of a 2:00am kind of person.
12:45pm - I have my black coat, black boots, white toque, red gloves and purple scarf on. It's time to leave. I'm waiting by the door as Nick scurries around the apartment trying to find his chewing gum. He's like a woman. He has certain rituals before he leaves the house and he can't leave the apartment without them. Meanwhile I'm like a man standing by the front door with my outer clothes on urging him to hurry up.
12:49pm - We finally pull out of the garage.
12:58pm - I arrive at my interpretation. The client is already there. For the next hour and a half I interpret everything that is said in the room and try to maintain a professional tone. I am actually booked until 3:00pm but we finish early. I still get paid until 3:00pm so I'm still on the clock as I waddle my way over the the library.
2:46pm - I sit down at a table in the library and take my Mac laptop out of my bag and switch it on. I somehow sense that this writing session is going to be somewhat scattered since there are two teenaged girls yammering on downstairs. It's a small library so sound carries. Several times I poke my stern, irritated face over the edge and peer down at them where they are having their gossip session.
Then some woman asks the librarian for help to find a nice novel to read. She's after a psychological thriller, as the whole library can probably hear, since she makes no effort to speak in hushed tones. Oddly enough, the librarian makes no effort to keep it down either. It's more of a local meeting spot than a library.
4:10pm - I catch a ride home with my dad, who is on his way to pick up my mom from work.
5:10pm - I come home. We eat dinner. Thai food, bought from the Thai wagon down the street by Nick. The quality of the chicken is so-so but I'm in a bit of rush since I have to teach a class at 6:00pm.
5:42pm - Nick drives me down to my class. I bring my workout bag with me. I arrive outside the dark building and can barely find the keyhole to unlock the door to the ground floor classroom that we use for this English class.
The students begin to arrive, all 5 of them, and we have our class.
7:35pm - I purposefully walk the up the street to the gym. It's about a five minute walk. Once there, my gym key is giving me trouble. There is something wrong with the machine so when I enter my code, one button presses twice and enters one digit too much. I struggle for a good minute before I'm able to get in.
7:54pm - I climb up on the tredmill and begin my 30 min jog, with the goal of trying to run 5 km. I increase the speed more than I usually do so that I can meet my goal. Nick is picking me up at 8:45pm and I don't have an unlimited amount of time here.
I end up jogging around 4.7 km. It'll have to do. After this I do some strength exercises on the machines.
8:45pm - I am waiting for Nick to pick me up. I am sitting next to the window, peering out hoping to see our familiar Passat come driving up to the gym. No luck.
8:50pm - Nick is still not here and a terrible suspicion hits me, what if he has fallen asleep, which he invariably does in the early evening. I told you he is a 2:00am person. I call his cell phone. He answers in a sleepy voice. Sure enough, he had fallen asleep and had I not woken up him now he could have gone on sleeping for hours and I could have been sitting there all sweaty and annoyed all evening. He says he's leaving to come get me right now. I wander over to the fridge where they have protein shakes for sale, just to have something to do I stare at them for a few minutes. Then I decide to work out just a few more minutes, so even though I'm my regular clothes I go into the gym and do some chest presses.
9:03pm - Nick arrives and I go outside and jump into the car.
9:10pm - I have a hot shower.
9:25pm - I am in my pajamas on the sofa, eating chips.
11:17pm - I get into bed and watch an episode of Cheers, season 2, before I fall asleep.
How fun was that!
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