The Unbearable Chiat Lat-ness of Administration
So what am i spending this beautiful day doing? Admin. Yep. I am sorting bank statements, mortagage statements, accounts, etc, etc. Ugh. I HATE doing account but it is now a necessary evil. The other thing is that it sort of is a recapitulation of my life since i first arrived here. So it is heartbreaking as well. I looked at statements from last year, places i had been to, Achill Island, Venice, Bunbeg...you know and then it was sooo sad.
But it had to be done, i have no choice.
My mom is watching The Awakening, a different trip down memory lane for her. Ah Zhe, the hero of the story has recently passed away from cancer in real life and they are rerunning all the episodes. It's very sad. I listen to the theme song from the series and it takes me down memory lane as well. We sanguine types i think don't really care for memories. Possibly why i am slightly obessive about the blog and diarying. Over the years i have realised that my memories tend to be locked up in pictures and diaries and this blog - and if i don't have them there, then...
Also forgetting is important and sometimes, perhaps i don't want to forget...
Well i think i might head to the club for a swim. Take a break from the past three hours of hole punching and sorting. And then i may possibly have at least another three hours of it ahead of me. Boo hoo hoo. I know i'm going to feel very delighted when it's all done. Then next week i can concentrate on phoning banks up and asking for the latest statements of ISAs, PEPs and Pension plans. Surely to god there must be a better, more delicious, pleasant way of doing these things. If i ever ever ever find it, i would be the most richest person on earth, helping people get organised in a beautiful, wonderful, pleasurable way.
But it had to be done, i have no choice.
My mom is watching The Awakening, a different trip down memory lane for her. Ah Zhe, the hero of the story has recently passed away from cancer in real life and they are rerunning all the episodes. It's very sad. I listen to the theme song from the series and it takes me down memory lane as well. We sanguine types i think don't really care for memories. Possibly why i am slightly obessive about the blog and diarying. Over the years i have realised that my memories tend to be locked up in pictures and diaries and this blog - and if i don't have them there, then...
Also forgetting is important and sometimes, perhaps i don't want to forget...
Well i think i might head to the club for a swim. Take a break from the past three hours of hole punching and sorting. And then i may possibly have at least another three hours of it ahead of me. Boo hoo hoo. I know i'm going to feel very delighted when it's all done. Then next week i can concentrate on phoning banks up and asking for the latest statements of ISAs, PEPs and Pension plans. Surely to god there must be a better, more delicious, pleasant way of doing these things. If i ever ever ever find it, i would be the most richest person on earth, helping people get organised in a beautiful, wonderful, pleasurable way.
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