Against the Current
Stroke, splash, stroke, splash. It is October. My neck aches. I am back in a place of stress even though I vowed I would remain chilled and enjoy the whole building process. Builders push one to the limit. I do realise that building works always take longer than one expects, but the project is now more than a month behind and will not be finished by this weekend as my builder had promised me, merely two weeks ago. It’s the promises and the raised hopes dashed that does it. This year has been far from easy. I lurched from AA meetings to lawsuits and from selling my house to buying a new place in need of a total makeover. I packed my whole life back into boxes, which remain packed as I wait in this limbo for my new home to be ready. As limbos go—it is not uncomfortable here and I have been very happy living on Calle Compás de la Victoria. It’s just time to move on. Speaking of limbo: Do you know that I used to be able to limbo under a pole that was barely higher than my