Assorted Thoughts

Sister
My sister has always been a little unstable. Perhaps certain people who know her won’t agree with my description of her instability as “little,” I’ve always known her like this, and thus it’s become more or less normal that she flips out every once in a while. The thing is, I hadn’t been there for about five years, until last night when I was accussed of all kids of things, some so blantantly untrue that it made me question whether I had understimated how disturbed she is all this time.

Apartment
The work on the apartment is going steady. The walls are now all painted, and the woodwork in the living room is mostly done, having had a second (and probably final) coat of paint. The quality of the painting is not great but it’s an excellent job considering all the people involved (you know who you are out there) were a bunch of amateurs and are now quickly on their way to becoming toxic fume-tempered, painting Gods!

Tonight I’m going to go and order the flooring that has to be put down on Monday. I just checked and both stores that I could get it at still have it in store, so that’s good. Hopefully I can get it delivered before Monday, or stored until we can pick it up on Monday. It’s 50 metres squared, which means about 18 or 19 pakkets of flooring, at 15 kilograms per packet. Muy heavy, so I’d rather not pick it up myself but have it delivered, or picked up by the guys that aren’t going to install the floor. We’ll see what’s doable.

( I just realised that I won’t have my passport on me to verify my ID for my credit-card. This sucks. This sucks real bad. Why don’t I have my passport on me? See Visum for that. )

Fatigue
I’m so tired it’s unreasonable. As much as I want to, I can’t seem to sleep properly while at my mother’s. Having all my stuff standing around in boxes is…well, it’s like living out of a suitcase, which is doable, but not entirely, since it’s not a very well organised suitcase. It’s decentralised, and sort of all over the place. Things make me restless, but the unrest only grows when that stuff is chaotically all over the place. Like for instance, I haven’t been able to find my earphones anywhere. Looking for it, I feel, is a big joke, because I’d have to go through all those boxes, which for some of them, means that I unpack them before I’m aware of what’s in them in the first place.

Upsetting.

Visum
Yesterday my mother joined me on a little trip to Den Haag, to visit the Indian embassy in order to get a six-month tourist visum. After getting horribly lost around the city-limits of Den Haag for an hour, I finally managed to find the embassy and, once there, things went hella-smoothly. I could even have my passport send back to me with priority mail when they were done approving me. I should get it back today or tomorrow.

My mother was questioned by a stern, unfriendly, and not too polite security guard, asking what she was doing there. My mother adopted an equally stern, unfriendly and not too polite tone in which to answer him, seemingly oblivious to the notion that we were now on Indian soil, to obey Indian laws and customs. Luckily the guy didn’t go Tian An Men on her.