Right now, I am feeling in a tailspin, and being pretty much miffed about it, to the point of feeling aggravated to the n-th degree, and I really wanna howl because of it. I feel confined, having no job and no work - wait, work I can find, but job... /grumpy face/. The unemployment is getting to me, and with mum biting my head off sometimes, I am not a happy camper about it. I want to do something. I NEED to do something before I burst. Doesn't help there's also that damned SOPA 2014 on the strike, and we still need some 6.400 signatures to get to the threshold!
Today I looked up the possible study choices - I am toying with the thought of picking up my previous study, or continuing the recently finished one, but to my disgruntlement, I can't find in myself to get serious about them, either becasue they are too hard or too confusing. I am leaning on continuing the finished study, because it's shorter and I already have a background, 'sides it's near my home. I am a little bit wary of picking up the former study, firstly becasue it's away from home and secondly, I know myself only too well - not having liking for language and it's grammatical nuances. Bitch, please, I can learn, but I have some notable exceptions - Old Slavic Language is one of them, because this language is dead as dead can be, and I so don NOT want to have my brains zombfied for a year before the exam and so on and so forth. Gimme French any day, thank you. And while we are at French, oh glory of all glories, mum finally did her homework without me! /relieved sigh/.
But back to me and my snit. I am feelin' snitty. Now it's a little bit easier, but in the morning I snapped at my mum when she brought me possible contact for a job - in my defense, I was eating at the time, and she came in just in the middle of my chow time. What pissed me off was that she continued even if she saw me eating. (true, I was reading alongside, but that isn't the crime, as far as I know, and I sorely despise when someone interrupts my read-chow time.) Back before the snit, I was pissed off becasue a) I found a small mountain of a freshly laundered clothes to hang, which is .... somehow my duty, and b) the two berks who shall remain nameless for the sake of democracy, left their dirty dishes in the sink ... for me to wash. Not a happy morning for me, if I have to do mundane tasks even before my breakfast. Okay, laundry I understand, because we just repaired the washing machine, so the increase is understandable, but I am a mite bit pissed off that the two don't wash the dishes they use after themselves. Noo, nope, not in a million years, since I and mum got that unwritten and unspoken agreement that I am an unofficial dishwasher in the house. Hello? Gawd, it's tedious, and I can't help but admire her for the sheer tenacity of doing this 50+ years, and being grumpy that we still don't have dishwashing machine to do the deed. if there's a machine which we use for washing the clothes, it boggles my mind that we don't use a machine that would wash the dishes and spare us the pissing around the subject of dishwashing once and for all. We would spare time, heating up the water - well, electricity and water would be a collateral here, but still, the good would probably outweigh the bad. Probably. /skeptic glance/.
Good news - this month I am absolved from paying the health bills :), so that's a plus. Still, the sooner I find a stable job, the better. That means getting off of my behind, wagging my proverbial tail at prospective employers and hoping that I would be interesting enough for them to employ me. Really, all this cheer is practically killing me /miserable groan/. And am not feeling charitable right now. Right, shutting up now.
Have to do something productive.
Tuesday, March 18, 2014
Friday, February 28, 2014
Mia-tastic Day
Well, what do you know, there are some days when both of us have a respite from each other. Today, I led Mia out, let her to run and dig her goles to her heart content - I amused myself with thinking that for all of her entusiasm, Mia could definitely dig a hole to the other side of planet, but alas, her abilities to find the juicy mouse or a mole are on a declining side. However, digging tired her out.
We also found a spot where she just threw herself down and roll, roll, roll, like crazy. I don't know why, but it was Rolling Spot, even if I didn't see anything that would differ that patch of dried out grass from any other. However, Mia enjoyed it. On the walk back, I don't know, but she behaved as if she had hemorrhoids in her behind - sitting , rolling anything, just not going home! However, her 'beside-walk' improved - I just had to tire her out enough for her to comply. Today's time was half an hour, or three quarters of an hour - I am not too clear on that, but okay.
Anything else? Got amusing new concept for story, and I am grinning at the thought of it. Right now, gotta go read some more, yesterday was once again Pack Your Logs Day, and I only finished with sorting it out today.
Mia was a darling, though I will have to get her in the garage tonight, because the temperatures outside are, even if days are moderately warm, still chilly.
We also found a spot where she just threw herself down and roll, roll, roll, like crazy. I don't know why, but it was Rolling Spot, even if I didn't see anything that would differ that patch of dried out grass from any other. However, Mia enjoyed it. On the walk back, I don't know, but she behaved as if she had hemorrhoids in her behind - sitting , rolling anything, just not going home! However, her 'beside-walk' improved - I just had to tire her out enough for her to comply. Today's time was half an hour, or three quarters of an hour - I am not too clear on that, but okay.
Anything else? Got amusing new concept for story, and I am grinning at the thought of it. Right now, gotta go read some more, yesterday was once again Pack Your Logs Day, and I only finished with sorting it out today.
Mia was a darling, though I will have to get her in the garage tonight, because the temperatures outside are, even if days are moderately warm, still chilly.
Tuesday, February 25, 2014
Tornado Mia turned Brat Dog Mia
Remember Mia? The Tornado Mia?
Yup, that Mia. This day, she became officially ours, and changed into Brat Dog Mia.
Duration of time spent together: 1 hour and a 10 minutes - 30 minutes in the morning, and then 40 in the afternoon.
At morning, it was good, because it was more informal, nothing to take her attention aside from usual things, but the afternoon was a whole different kettle of fish. First father instructing me the leash should be slackened - I want to see HIM leading Mia without being dragged along at first /growls out, incensed/, then I tapped Mia down for jumping on me - all right, she weighs some 35 kilos, and I am twice her weight, but that still doesn't excuse her from jumping on me.
The work was mostly Mia-centered - I let her down to wild herself out, and I made a note to talk to Mum about teaching her to let go of the things - I wanted to play fetch with her, but she is as stubborn as a pitbull on that, and I am so not risking my hands without a proper know-how on how to teach her to NOT chomp on my fingers when I take anything from her mouth. Fuck, I miss Sani. He had plenty energy too, but he at least was obedient to me /slumps with defeat/. Then, walking alongside me - she had an unpleasant habit of trying to drag me everywhere and anywhere, so I was teaching her to walk nicely beside, or even better, a little behind me. pack leader and all that. It went better than with the first lesson, but that was about it - when she was let off leash, she was crazier than ever, not listening a whit to me, and when we came home, she inadvertently - not! - scared the chickens. Mia the Dumbass makes appearance. /quadruple sweatdrop/ Father was angry, and I admit, I should've lead her home on a least, so a lesson for next time. I intend on ignoring her today and maybe tomorrow. Even Mia isn't as cute as to convince me to forgive her so quickly. One step forth, three back. Oh, God, just why don't the dogs come with some kind of an user manual? /whines/ Cat-speak, I understand. Dog brains... the next greatest mystery to me, aside male ones. Sometimes, I wish we could gotten one of the ankle-biter puppies and reared them up. Because while Mum seems to get the Mia Manual, I am hopelessly lost within translations.
Till next time,
Eirenei
The theme for today Who Let The Dogs Out?
Yup, that Mia. This day, she became officially ours, and changed into Brat Dog Mia.
Duration of time spent together: 1 hour and a 10 minutes - 30 minutes in the morning, and then 40 in the afternoon.
At morning, it was good, because it was more informal, nothing to take her attention aside from usual things, but the afternoon was a whole different kettle of fish. First father instructing me the leash should be slackened - I want to see HIM leading Mia without being dragged along at first /growls out, incensed/, then I tapped Mia down for jumping on me - all right, she weighs some 35 kilos, and I am twice her weight, but that still doesn't excuse her from jumping on me.
The work was mostly Mia-centered - I let her down to wild herself out, and I made a note to talk to Mum about teaching her to let go of the things - I wanted to play fetch with her, but she is as stubborn as a pitbull on that, and I am so not risking my hands without a proper know-how on how to teach her to NOT chomp on my fingers when I take anything from her mouth. Fuck, I miss Sani. He had plenty energy too, but he at least was obedient to me /slumps with defeat/. Then, walking alongside me - she had an unpleasant habit of trying to drag me everywhere and anywhere, so I was teaching her to walk nicely beside, or even better, a little behind me. pack leader and all that. It went better than with the first lesson, but that was about it - when she was let off leash, she was crazier than ever, not listening a whit to me, and when we came home, she inadvertently - not! - scared the chickens. Mia the Dumbass makes appearance. /quadruple sweatdrop/ Father was angry, and I admit, I should've lead her home on a least, so a lesson for next time. I intend on ignoring her today and maybe tomorrow. Even Mia isn't as cute as to convince me to forgive her so quickly. One step forth, three back. Oh, God, just why don't the dogs come with some kind of an user manual? /whines/ Cat-speak, I understand. Dog brains... the next greatest mystery to me, aside male ones. Sometimes, I wish we could gotten one of the ankle-biter puppies and reared them up. Because while Mum seems to get the Mia Manual, I am hopelessly lost within translations.
Till next time,
Eirenei
The theme for today Who Let The Dogs Out?
Sunday, February 23, 2014
Deliberation, Determination and uhh....what was it again?
Somehow, I managed to stumble upon Rachel Aaron's blog - about writing. While she is good, her writing is interesting, what took me in, was that she wrote a manual on how to upend the amont of words written. I will have to ferret that out, because if I truly want to write, I have to have a system... though I am still pondering on the 'verse I will use for my original story. I have an outline, but not an outline I could base most of the things yet, but the premise looks interesting. However, father is egging me to find a work, and I din' wanna, I want to write! Fuck it all, I am again between Scylla and Charybdis. Also, my other stories will have to be kicked into a higher gear, without me having a candy-land with the fiction of my favorite authors. /sniffs/. oh, so sad, too bad. While copyblogging seemed interesting, I am not inclined to get into know' how of it - thy get me onto a leash and I will rebel. and copyblogging is a game you have to play if you want to have some goodies. May-be sometime. But not right now.
My head is buzzing with ideas, I only have to get the main characters, scenes and so on operating. /sweatdrops/. I predict one more college block will be murdered.
PS: Wrote her an email and we'll see about it.
PPS: Early wake up awaiting me. /despondent sigh/. Me no gusta.
Eirenei
My head is buzzing with ideas, I only have to get the main characters, scenes and so on operating. /sweatdrops/. I predict one more college block will be murdered.
PS: Wrote her an email and we'll see about it.
PPS: Early wake up awaiting me. /despondent sigh/. Me no gusta.
Eirenei
Friday, February 21, 2014
Tornado called Mia
Yesterday was an exhausting day - not only did I sleep only three and a half hours, had a fitting again (CI fitting), but we also brought home the newest member of our little family - Mia.
Mia is a dog, she is a mixture of Labrador and Boxer. I won't bother with detailed descriuption, but suffice to say, when Mum has seen her online, (February the 14th, ironically,), she immediatelly fallen in love with the furball. If I hadn't been asleep at the time, she would undoubtedly woke me up and tell me "I found her.".
Last year we had to euthanize our German Shepherd dog Sani - he lived 13 years, unusually long for his species (usually, they live to 10 years), and Mum was heartbroken. I admit, I didn't know how much I missed Sani until one furry tornado called Mia practically skeddadled in my day and thus in my life.
She is 1 year old, energetic and very, very affectionate. We will have to build rapport between the two of us still, and it seems we will have to teach her that cats are acceptable family members too /sigh, sweatdropping/, because Riki had freaked out when Mia fearlessly advanced at him. It would have been funny, because it proved that the old rivalry between the cats and dogs indeed does exist - or at least cats dislike dogs, and dogs are too curious for their own good, so it was good mum had her tightly leashed. Riki apparently didn't think that his sole reign of the house and surrounding domain would be challenged so fast, because Sani was very humble. Mia.... well, she isn't. But Riki having his fur standing upward was a sigh to behold, especially when he is one orange puffball. I really wish I could have photographed him then.
Riki's sentiments were shared by Dad, because he wasn't very happy we got Mia in without his approval, even if she's schooled and whatnot, as for my brother, I am very curious what would he say. Entire operation was like guerrilla - it's happening, but you don't know it happened until you are ambushed, and Dad dislikes suchlike ambushes.
Mia was very good while drive - I swear, if I hadn't known better, Sani behaved as if he had a motion sickness, whining and all, but Mia bore it stoically. It can easily fool you into thinking she is complacent, but when she comes out, she is a whirling dervish of energy, and she likes countryside. She is in a treat when Mum will begin taking her to woods, but for now, we are more more or less confined to the house's surroundings and plains.
When we visited her - the navigation to the house was a murder, I will definitely badger my brother in showing me how to deal with GPS on my phone - I didn't expect we would take her home. Certainly, I knew my Mum had her heart set on her, so I took her claims- if we will like each other she will go with us today - for a hot air, so when it happened, I was very surprised, but well, it seems Mia chose us. She liked Mum for her treats, and she practically skedaddled to me to greet me and get a belly rub. (She is in love with belly rubbing - it's her weak point, besides right ear scratching). It was only half an hour - probably, and the next thing I knew was we were in car, Mia in the back and we were driving home. And I have to admit, she did wonders for Mum's temperament - thanks for dogs, for they cause Mum changing from angry dragoness to a sweet kitten, temper-wise. Really.
So, I can look forward to the ten years or more of walks, trials and errors and so on and so forth. More, if we will be lucky, because death, in the end, comes for us all. But until she does, we will at least have fun.
And such is the beginning of the next doggy chapter in my life, nicknamed 'Tornado Mia'.
PS: Have a new desk lamp because the old one died on me. it also caused me to clean the desk, and wow, is that a change now .../fascinated/. Seems my desk is big enough for me to work, but it's always like this, when you clear it.
PPS: Have a date with Mia today to tire her out. Wish me luck!
Eirenei
PPPS: Wow. My brother named her a 'second wii'. That's as good as acceptance... reluctant acceptance, but acceptance nonetheless... and he has kinder eyes. Mia is apparently good for us.
PPPS: Currently I am frustrated as hell. My walk with Mia was both good and disappointing - good because she marginally obeys my commands, but bad, because she tries to lead, loves chewing things and she got a fixation with moles. /groans, face palming/. She is not concentrated on me as she should be - sure, she obey commands, but she doesn't take me seriously. It is enough to make me mad!
Walking was a mixture of success and failure - success because I got her to walk beside me, and failure when she dragged me or walked in front of me. I admit, I am mostly a doormat for my family, but hells bells, I don't have any intentions of being a dog's doormat! She obeys when I call her, but I have to trick her, like I am going somewhere. I don't know how to deal with mole-seeking of hers yet. However, it's only a first day and I will get better... only having to read and gett o know her more. And tire her more! /growls/ So, I will have a pow-wow with my Mum to get the wheels rolling so we will teach her the same and whatnot.
Mia is a dog, she is a mixture of Labrador and Boxer. I won't bother with detailed descriuption, but suffice to say, when Mum has seen her online, (February the 14th, ironically,), she immediatelly fallen in love with the furball. If I hadn't been asleep at the time, she would undoubtedly woke me up and tell me "I found her.".
Last year we had to euthanize our German Shepherd dog Sani - he lived 13 years, unusually long for his species (usually, they live to 10 years), and Mum was heartbroken. I admit, I didn't know how much I missed Sani until one furry tornado called Mia practically skeddadled in my day and thus in my life.
She is 1 year old, energetic and very, very affectionate. We will have to build rapport between the two of us still, and it seems we will have to teach her that cats are acceptable family members too /sigh, sweatdropping/, because Riki had freaked out when Mia fearlessly advanced at him. It would have been funny, because it proved that the old rivalry between the cats and dogs indeed does exist - or at least cats dislike dogs, and dogs are too curious for their own good, so it was good mum had her tightly leashed. Riki apparently didn't think that his sole reign of the house and surrounding domain would be challenged so fast, because Sani was very humble. Mia.... well, she isn't. But Riki having his fur standing upward was a sigh to behold, especially when he is one orange puffball. I really wish I could have photographed him then.
Riki's sentiments were shared by Dad, because he wasn't very happy we got Mia in without his approval, even if she's schooled and whatnot, as for my brother, I am very curious what would he say. Entire operation was like guerrilla - it's happening, but you don't know it happened until you are ambushed, and Dad dislikes suchlike ambushes.
Mia was very good while drive - I swear, if I hadn't known better, Sani behaved as if he had a motion sickness, whining and all, but Mia bore it stoically. It can easily fool you into thinking she is complacent, but when she comes out, she is a whirling dervish of energy, and she likes countryside. She is in a treat when Mum will begin taking her to woods, but for now, we are more more or less confined to the house's surroundings and plains.
When we visited her - the navigation to the house was a murder, I will definitely badger my brother in showing me how to deal with GPS on my phone - I didn't expect we would take her home. Certainly, I knew my Mum had her heart set on her, so I took her claims- if we will like each other she will go with us today - for a hot air, so when it happened, I was very surprised, but well, it seems Mia chose us. She liked Mum for her treats, and she practically skedaddled to me to greet me and get a belly rub. (She is in love with belly rubbing - it's her weak point, besides right ear scratching). It was only half an hour - probably, and the next thing I knew was we were in car, Mia in the back and we were driving home. And I have to admit, she did wonders for Mum's temperament - thanks for dogs, for they cause Mum changing from angry dragoness to a sweet kitten, temper-wise. Really.
So, I can look forward to the ten years or more of walks, trials and errors and so on and so forth. More, if we will be lucky, because death, in the end, comes for us all. But until she does, we will at least have fun.
And such is the beginning of the next doggy chapter in my life, nicknamed 'Tornado Mia'.
PS: Have a new desk lamp because the old one died on me. it also caused me to clean the desk, and wow, is that a change now .../fascinated/. Seems my desk is big enough for me to work, but it's always like this, when you clear it.
PPS: Have a date with Mia today to tire her out. Wish me luck!
Eirenei
PPPS: Wow. My brother named her a 'second wii'. That's as good as acceptance... reluctant acceptance, but acceptance nonetheless... and he has kinder eyes. Mia is apparently good for us.
PPPS: Currently I am frustrated as hell. My walk with Mia was both good and disappointing - good because she marginally obeys my commands, but bad, because she tries to lead, loves chewing things and she got a fixation with moles. /groans, face palming/. She is not concentrated on me as she should be - sure, she obey commands, but she doesn't take me seriously. It is enough to make me mad!
Walking was a mixture of success and failure - success because I got her to walk beside me, and failure when she dragged me or walked in front of me. I admit, I am mostly a doormat for my family, but hells bells, I don't have any intentions of being a dog's doormat! She obeys when I call her, but I have to trick her, like I am going somewhere. I don't know how to deal with mole-seeking of hers yet. However, it's only a first day and I will get better... only having to read and gett o know her more. And tire her more! /growls/ So, I will have a pow-wow with my Mum to get the wheels rolling so we will teach her the same and whatnot.
Saturday, January 18, 2014
Plugged In, Charging Fix
Well, today I was baffled because my computer didn't want to display it was charging, despite of me actually charging the damn thing. So I asked Uncle Google for an advice, and lo and behold, it had some.
In short, there are some steps on kickbacking your lappy back in order.
So:
1 - Power down your laptop
2 - Disconnect the AC cord
3 - Remove the battery
4 - Connect the AC cord
5-Power on the laptop
6 - Go to Control devices - Device Manager - Battery
7 - In Battery Section uninstall everything with AC - don't worry about installing it back, becasue it's automatic.
8 - Power down the laptop
9 - Disconnect the AC cord
10 - Place the battery back in its slot
11 - Connect the AC cord
12- Power on the laptop
When you look on the icon, it shows you are charging (Yay!).
Fo anyone who wants more visual there is link to see for yourself.
Happy charging!
In short, there are some steps on kickbacking your lappy back in order.
So:
1 - Power down your laptop
2 - Disconnect the AC cord
3 - Remove the battery
4 - Connect the AC cord
5-Power on the laptop
6 - Go to Control devices - Device Manager - Battery
7 - In Battery Section uninstall everything with AC - don't worry about installing it back, becasue it's automatic.
8 - Power down the laptop
9 - Disconnect the AC cord
10 - Place the battery back in its slot
11 - Connect the AC cord
12- Power on the laptop
When you look on the icon, it shows you are charging (Yay!).
Fo anyone who wants more visual there is link to see for yourself.
Happy charging!
Thursday, January 2, 2014
Yaya con Dios, Sani
Why is that, when it comes to death, it's never easy?
Today I woke up, and thought - cranky - that I will have another ordinary day in front of me. However, Mum stunned me with news that she decided to euthanize Sani, our German Shepherd dog. What a fucked up way to begin the day. I thought he could get himself out of this... whatever it is - I tried, and even then, I am feeling guilty somehow, even if realistically speaking, I've done everything short of operation for him. I am inclined to say it isn't fair, but human being are selfish like that.
It hurts to see him laying on his rug, just breathing and being there, and knowing that he would pass on later this day, and it hurts knowing I won't have my canine four-legged companion to my treks to get milk. It hurts to know that he won't sit on his favorite sunspot, happy as a clam, or be his crazy self when the time comes for going into the forest. When we accepted him into our home and hearts, I rationally knew that he would have to go someday, but I am still asking myself - does it have to be right in this day? It seems as if I didn't have enough time with him, even if he was with us almost 13 years total - if he survived to this summer, it would have been 13 years.
Why is that, whenever we open ourselves for love, we also open ourselves for pain? Sometimes I wonder if it's worth it. I am remembering my kitten Lae and her broken spine, my white cat Mike and how inseparable we were, and Gray, the tomcat who loved to make me take breaks when I was stuck on particularly demanding Math problem. My lap was his favorite resting spot. And Johnny, with his long white and black fur, the old gun of our house. I am remembering them, and it hurts, because they are not here anymore, and it hurts doubly because they would get new companion today. This saying, 'if you love somebody, set them free ' is then one I am struggling with, accepting it the hardest. Love and letting go, forever, doesn't compute. But I don't wish to make Sani suffer because of cancer anymore. So, the rational - and hurtful decision that he would be gone - has fallen today. Even if we got another dog, Sani would always have a special place in my heart - he taught me that not all dogs are evil (was terrified of dogs, except when he came home like a small furball with incredibly sharp teeth and he had grown up into a 88 lbs heavy companion who was incredibly patient with me, even if I sometimes lost my nerves with his antics). He had given us so much - to Mum a respite from the home problems when they wandered through the forests, to me he was another happy furball, if annoying at times and he made me concerned when he vanished off to some of his short treks around, and he was faithful protector of our home.
It hurts! God, it hurts! It was one of the hardest things I've ever done, going downstairs and saying farewell to him - it never gets easier, no matter how you try to distance from them. They sneak in your heart, no matter how tightly you lock it. You think you have forever with them, but you always find out that kind of forever is just a very, very short moment in your life, no matter how many years you were gifted to be together.
Vaya con Dios, Sani.
I'm Still Holding You.
Today I woke up, and thought - cranky - that I will have another ordinary day in front of me. However, Mum stunned me with news that she decided to euthanize Sani, our German Shepherd dog. What a fucked up way to begin the day. I thought he could get himself out of this... whatever it is - I tried, and even then, I am feeling guilty somehow, even if realistically speaking, I've done everything short of operation for him. I am inclined to say it isn't fair, but human being are selfish like that.
It hurts to see him laying on his rug, just breathing and being there, and knowing that he would pass on later this day, and it hurts knowing I won't have my canine four-legged companion to my treks to get milk. It hurts to know that he won't sit on his favorite sunspot, happy as a clam, or be his crazy self when the time comes for going into the forest. When we accepted him into our home and hearts, I rationally knew that he would have to go someday, but I am still asking myself - does it have to be right in this day? It seems as if I didn't have enough time with him, even if he was with us almost 13 years total - if he survived to this summer, it would have been 13 years.
Why is that, whenever we open ourselves for love, we also open ourselves for pain? Sometimes I wonder if it's worth it. I am remembering my kitten Lae and her broken spine, my white cat Mike and how inseparable we were, and Gray, the tomcat who loved to make me take breaks when I was stuck on particularly demanding Math problem. My lap was his favorite resting spot. And Johnny, with his long white and black fur, the old gun of our house. I am remembering them, and it hurts, because they are not here anymore, and it hurts doubly because they would get new companion today. This saying, 'if you love somebody, set them free ' is then one I am struggling with, accepting it the hardest. Love and letting go, forever, doesn't compute. But I don't wish to make Sani suffer because of cancer anymore. So, the rational - and hurtful decision that he would be gone - has fallen today. Even if we got another dog, Sani would always have a special place in my heart - he taught me that not all dogs are evil (was terrified of dogs, except when he came home like a small furball with incredibly sharp teeth and he had grown up into a 88 lbs heavy companion who was incredibly patient with me, even if I sometimes lost my nerves with his antics). He had given us so much - to Mum a respite from the home problems when they wandered through the forests, to me he was another happy furball, if annoying at times and he made me concerned when he vanished off to some of his short treks around, and he was faithful protector of our home.
It hurts! God, it hurts! It was one of the hardest things I've ever done, going downstairs and saying farewell to him - it never gets easier, no matter how you try to distance from them. They sneak in your heart, no matter how tightly you lock it. You think you have forever with them, but you always find out that kind of forever is just a very, very short moment in your life, no matter how many years you were gifted to be together.
Vaya con Dios, Sani.
I'm Still Holding You.
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