Purge

Last week, I got rid of almost 20 GB of cloud storage by deleting videos from Google Photos and newsletters in bulk. Some of them went as far back as the early 2000s and the stores have long since closed down. While I was at it, I also unsubscribed from most newsletters. It felt quite liberating and was also an interesting trip down memory lane. I randomly opened some order confirmation e-mails and could not remember half of the things I had bought. In other cases I wondered what had happened to the shoes or clothes in question. Did I gift them? Sell them on a classifieds site? 

Amazon e-mails will be tackled next and definitely must amount to at least one GB alone. I first ordered there when I still worked at Coma HQ and they still gave you generous vouchers when you bought there. Seems like another lifetime, back in the golden days of online shopping.

Home Improvement

 

The past weekend was rather work-intensive, as were the days before. First I had to completely empty the kitchen at the country house, then to fill all the shelves and drawers again. Had to? Well, I brought this on to myself as I had been itching to get rid of the birch look chosen by the previous owners of the house. I wanted to do a sustainable renovation where as much as possible of the old material would be kept and managed to find a company specialising in exactly such makeovers. 

It was a reasonable price, but still a hefty sum that I am thankfully able to pay without batting an eyelid. Highflyer is somewhat nervous what area of the house I am planning to attack...erm...UPGRADE next. It is not a sign of having too much money, though, I have always been into home improvement projects: I lived in two fully furnished flats as a student and tried to make them look mine as best as I could by sewing cushion covers and hanging pictures and photos on the walls. My flat in Vienna has undergone many metamorphoses from IKEA furniture combined with things custom-designed by my dad (a true DIY king in his prime if there ever was one) to floor-to-ceiling hallway wardrobes and a walk-in closet in my bedroom I had made by two different vendors. 

The only constant is change, eh? As regards my better half: he is always hesitant at first, but then super happy with the outcome...at least he tells me so quite convincingly.

Role Reversal

In the past few weeks ever since Mum tripped and broke her arm I have visited my parents more often than usual and got to do tasks I wouldn't usually take any part in at their house, including some entirely new ones like assisting them (my Dad is severely chronically ill and Mum is usually the only person to help him) with taking a shower. Not only because of this "maternal role" I got the impression I was dealing with kids, stubborn and petulant in their own ways. In fact I sometimes feel like the mother of quarrelsome siblings who'd take turns telling me what the other one did wrong (again) because they themselves obviously are much smarter..wanting to earn brownie points with mum by reminding her of their own merit vs. the stupid sibling. An interesting experience, for sure.

Other People's Lives

 

Behind our (ugly) thuja hedge - not the one in the photo - is a row of terraced houses. I might have seen some its inhabitants about in the village, but I would not know unless I hear them talk. In the past 4+ years that I have lived at the country house (part-time) I feel I have got to know these people "acoustically" at least. During lockdown when everybody was at home, making the most of their gardens you heard quite a bit of your neighbours near and far. You began to recognise where mouth-watering barbecue smells would come from as well as wish some people had better taste in music and friends when they held garden parties. As regards families in those terraced houses we have given some of them nicknames, such as "mansplainer" and "boysplainer" (possibly father and son) who have annoying voices and who like to lecture people loudly. We also know that there is a certain Benjamin, who must be of primary school age by now. His mother loves to cheer him on and so we hear "BRAVO, Benjamin!" a lot, imagining what kinds of magic tricks he might be performing. Probably riding the bike on his own for the first time and some such milestones. It's all a bit like a random radio show that you don't consciously tune into, but catch snippets of occasionally and have become semi-familiar with over the years.

Mobile Working

While we were on vacation (which was really lovely, btw) my mother tripped in town and broke her radius bone. Less than ideal under any circumstances, really bad if - like her - you are the sole caretaker of a chronically ill person who needs a lot of help and your only child lives 300+ kms away. Well, these are the times when I am grateful that my job allows me to a) work partially from home and b) that I recently decided to switch to a 4-day-week with Fridays off. A real blessing in cases like this! I arrived last Thursday and picked mum up from hospital (she had an operation and has her whole right arm in a plaster for 6 weeks) on Friday. It was quite a work-intense weekend with my services ranging from domestic help, chef, cleaning staff, gardener, personal shopper to hairstylist and mani/pedi technician. I'm returning to Vienna on Tuesday evening as I have a work commitment I could not get a substitute for on Wednesday and will be back soon. Shit can happen at the blink of an eye and my resolution is to also get accident insurance asap as mum learnt from a friend that in that case you are entitled to help and much more, depending on the small print. Unfortunately my parents (otherwise insured against pretty much "everything")  didn't  have such an insurance, but at least they have a rather flexible daughter and a helpful circle of friends, some of whom are pretty fit still.