Slowly recovering from COVID side effects. It did help that I had a week holiday last week, which culminated in a national urban sketching gathering in Figueira da Foz.
When I read the program, I was stoked. We were going to sketch rice fields and salt evaporation beds. Really outside the box, I thought. But 4 hours at the salt beds? What were we going to do for 4 hours?
Turns out, I could have stayed the whole day there. There is an interpretation center that shows all the process of the salt production, our guide was very enthusiastic, we gathered edible plants that grow in salty lands (salicornia and sea purslane).
And of course, I couldn’t leave without a kilogram of salt and a smaller bag of salt flower.
Wasn’t able to move between the raindrops this time
Well, I needed rest, so there you go, I am on forced rest until Thursday.
Not too bad, I go back to work on Friday and then it’s the weekend.
And I only have mild symptoms, hardly any cough today, but oh, the exhaustion and the mushy brain…
And I was worried my other colleague would have to mind the fort alone, since another colleague is on holidays, but he tested positive as well.
Actually since masks stopped being mandatory it’s been 3,4 cases a week at the office. And our type of work can’t be done remotely.
Funny how the peacocks seemed to be posing for the photographs
Posted as part of six word Saturdays
This year, for the first time since the beginning of the pandemic, I physically spent Easter Sunday with my cousins.
The last 2 years we spent Easter Sunday lunch together via Google Meet.
So this is cause for a celebration.
Posted as part of Microblog Mondays
I’ve always enjoyed comics and graphic novels and have always wanted to try making one but I never signed up for a course mainly because you have to write a story and I always panic when I am asked to make up one.
But this year I finally had the courage to register for a course, and I am enjoying every bit of it, except when there are writing exercises of course.
And I try very hard not to compare myself with my classmates who given any prompt immediately write amazing stories.
Keep telling myself imagination is like a muscle, you have to exercise it…
Other six word stories here
Tomorrow morning our playback theatre group will perform outside on the theme of the environment. The municipal council is doing a series of performances and activities on that theme. We applied during the first lockdown and our project was one of the most voted.
And we had to wait almost 2 years because of the successive lockdowns.
We have been rehearsing every Sunday morning and sure, we are prepared, but performing in the open presents special challenges.
But I guess the day I will stop having stage fright is the day I quit being an actor, because that would mean I stopped caring.
Other six word stories here
One week today since I started living in my new apartment, an apartment just for me, where I don’t have to wait for the bathroom or the washing machine. (Although I haven’t brought my washing machine yet, but this is a detail).
And I feel really privileged to live in the city center. Plus the street I live in is really quiet, as it is a dead end, so no traffic. Some mornings I can hear the birds singing. The only slightly annoying noise is the sound of the pigeons.
So yes, I feel quite content.
That’s how a friend of mine calls my room, as hardly get any sunlight because the window faces an inner courtyard and my view is the wall on the other side.
But now, thanks to dearest M. and D. ( who gave the contact of one of his friends who has apartments for renting and who battled on my behalf), I have a new apartment, in the center of Lisbon and full of light.
That’s what made me fall in love with it.
The year is starting well…