Snow. Hurrah. Not.
Especially not when you got dragged out by yer good ole Mum to get that last late salad heads to safety. Ri-ight. Meaning, I got invited to the cold party with carrying and dragging around a whole lot of a salad heads, cutely (not!) packaged into flower pots, and having to keep in mind my balance. Especially because snow is apparently treacherous thing - you think the patch is safe, and then hello, sky. Or snowflakes, at any rate. And hello fucked-up wrist. Yeah, I am bitter. The winter time for all of it's prettiness, and happiness and dare I say - gayness - does nothing for me with it's cold, ice and absurd work in the garden. Apparently Mum's promise in autumn that this was last thing we had done in the garden went away with the snow - but can't complain too much as she apparently got back pains, so I and her were two miserable asses lugging the damned vegetables around.
Personally, the kids got it right.
Vegetables are evil.
I also swept the snow from out balconies - and for those blessedly innocent of this work, I wish for you to never find out just how annoying could it be, not to mention dangerous. I wonder just how those guys that work on building the skyscrapers do it when they are walking on those almost rail thin support beams many meters above ground with only a safety line as their lifeline in case they fall into depths below.
Ick. I just got nauseous with my imagination.
Above it all, my darling elder brother innocently mentioned that he intends to off internet line at the end of the year becasue he is concerned for the father's purse.
Che. Just who is he kidding again? I am paying for my schooling from my pockets, and he dares to whine that the entire sum of the internet+phone+television is too high for my father's bank account, while he doesn't pay even a cent for anything - not for electricity, nor for food nothing - although he did mention something about paying the surplus payment for the internet that should have held until the end of this year but I am mainly pissed off becasue he is alluding that father has money troubles and badgering me to pay it, when I clearly told him that I have to look about my own expenses first. I am pissed that he dares to act concerned, when while it gets to the helping around the house, the ones who work around are mainly our parents and me. And I am pissed that I can't get him to see that, just because he is getting doctor's degree.
This is one of my main motivators to continue the schoolings to get a magister's degree myself, and if all goes well, pursue doctor's one too. Even if I don't know just how the fuck will I do that.
I am just wondering - is he making a fool out of me or am I being a fool because of my aspirations that could be totally wrong on the long run?
Bright point of the day - posted the next chapter of Fire And Ice, so I am free to much about through the next batch of chapters. of course, that is when I get through Anatomy first .../groans/.
And the song theme for today: Best of You, by Foo Fighters. Seriously guys, I love the band's music.
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