A long countdown
I was about to publish an entry about going to a bridal boutique and watching my friend try on the gowns. About how well and happy she looked in them. About the place itself, with the circus of materials, embroideries and colours surrounding us. I was about to tell you this wedding is going to take place on a September afternoon, 2006, which gives us a very long countdown. So i was going to let you know that i'm looking forward so much to that day, i may start biting my nails any day now.

But then my computer crashed.

Boys and girls, have a nice week. We've been broadcasting from a guest account at Pablo's PC today. See you soon, who knows from where.

The bliss is over
I had a dreamless night last night. At least i think i did.

My sister crashed her car in the evening, while i was buckling Muffin up in the back seat. She had the inside lights on to let me do it properly and she reared into something that broke her back window.

Prior to that, a man jumped off the window onto our street, minutes before i left home to pick Bruno up at day care. I walked to the car only to find the police had blocked an area where a large something lay covered in white sheets from a hospital. People (not a lot, not a few) stood there, in silence. A family. A bunch of school girls in their uniform.

I went to sleep feeling as exhausted as i have ever been. Muscles twitched and all. It's what you get from, well, my life in this case. It's also what you get after a bliss of 17 months without a period. The bliss is over. I tried to stretch my neck into the pillow and closed my eyes so fast i almost got dizzy.

No dreams last night.

Endless
How many hours can a baby play with his mother's bag or a __________ [insert any other object that is not properly a toy here] while comfortably sitting on the bed?









And just how many blurry pictures can a girl take of the whole sequence?

Sixth floor
It's cold out there. As in hats-gloves-boots-quick-walking. The wind was blowing under my coat this morning while i bottoned up in the middle of the pedestrian crossing. Still, true to the winter tradition in this city, the sun was out and about, playing tricks on those who are easily fooled by a bit of sunshine. I was on my way to the hospital, dreading the bad news yet eager to hug my friend.

That mischievous sun was taking up a good part of the white and blue wall in the sixth floor, where wee babies seemed to sleep peacefully in the intensive care area. I watched them for a while and proceeded to look for my friend and her baby girl in the next room.

She was sitting with her on her lap, feeding her and whispering and playing with her hand and smiling and biting her lip in concentration. Baby M had her eyes open and gently moved her fingers every now and then.

I was amazed how much she looks like her big sister. And her father. She is a beautiful baby. Doctors say the brain damage is severe. She probably won't be able to walk or speak. She may be blind. She will need special care. A wheelchair. Time will tell but we already know it's not looking good. For now, mum and babe look after each other in a sunlit room.

It's so cold out there.

She's got the look
Yesterday Muffin and i spent the afternoon at the New Mountain Family House. We played music on a keyboard, had coffee, watched Little M make a 150 piece jigsaw and took a nap (well, Muffin did anyway). It was all very jolly and comfy. Until we all went into Big M's bathroom to offer our opinion on her shower curtain -it was inside out as a matter of fact- and Bruno accidently poked his entire hand into my right eye.

I couldn't open it for a minute. Then i was fine. When i got home, the pain kicked off. I took paracetamol. Then i was fine. The night went by with no hassle because, well, my eyes were closed. But this morning filled with sunshine pierced my brain starting with the eye.

Now i'm an unhealthy skinny looking person with a bloodshot eye. Sexy.