Seven Quick Takes

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1.

I’ve been getting frustrated with people lately. I think I was justified (duh), but that’s not an excuse, of course.

2.

One of the bloggers on my read-always list is going to seminary and lists his reasons. Almost makes me want to be a priest too! But I can be a scary nun. That’s something.

3.

After six months, my mum is back on the continent! And not only the continent, but staying with one of her friends who just happens to live seven houses away. Yay!

4.

Speaking of my mum, your prayers would be appreciated. It’s nothing very serious but she will need an operation undoing something they did nine years ago, and then another one to fix the original problem again. As total narcosis surgery goes it’s pretty minor, and she is mainly glad because we have cause to hope that this will be The One Ending All The Vague Problems, but still, you know.

It does mean she’ll stay in .nl a while longer!

5.

Nine days until I go visit the convent for a few short days! I am looking forward to it enormously. We will probably also set my entrance date. Nailbite.

6.

My physiotherapist hurt her back while showing a patient how to do a stretch. She came wobbling into to the room when it was my turn. This did wonders for my trust in physiotherapy… then she put me through the most sadistic set of exercises since I started with her a year ago. Maybe I shouldn’t have voiced my concerns.

(She does like me, though. I think.)

7.

A letter of mine (correcting some unfortunate factual errors in an otherwise good article) got into the “Katholiek Nieuwsblad”. With a border around it, a background colour and a picture of the topic of the original article (a certain gaggle of Dominican sisters, not mine). After which people asked my dad whether I was in that picture.

Eh, no, my daughter, whom you talked with yesterday, is still running around in combat pants with malfunctioning zipper, I’m afraid.

I think I have a kind of delusion field around me. People just don’t notice I’m there. They ask ME whether I’m in England yet. THEY ASK ME IN PERSON.