A Profound Look Back at the Weeks: April 26 – May 9

These past two weeks have been a time of trials and torture but also of reward for perseverance. You’ll notice I’m doing the subheadings a little differently, with the song of the same title because why not.

10:15 Saturday night

Okay, it wasn’t 10:15, it was Saturday and it wasn’t night but we spent eight and a half hours last Friday to cover a distance of 200 km. The reason: it was Good Friday, half of Sofia was going to the country because that’s how people celebrate Easter down here and we, meaning Big C. and I. suffered temporary insanity believing most of the travellers have left the previous day.

The result of our insanity was that we got stuck in the biggest traffic jam on the highway in the history of Easter exoduses, at one point spending two and a half hours crawling two (that’s 2) kilometres. Traffic police, you ask? There were a couple, because obviously with such a massive jam there were accidents, all scrapes, luckily. But directing traffic? Of course not. That’s not the traffic police’s job. We eventually got to our village at dusk and couldn’t believe we’d made it.

This is one of those stories with a moral, the moral being that you should never assume the best. I always assume the worst and I’ve no idea what got into me this time but I won’t forget it, that’s for sure. Even better than the moral is the fact we’re now open to trying new roads that are not traps like the highway. You can’t make a U-turn on the highway, can you? But you can on second-class roads. They also tend to be quite pretty, if slower, so there’s an aesthetic bonus.

I love the world

Although I often sound whiny and chronically unpleasable I’m actually all about silver linings. The silver lining of the worst traffic jam in space and time was my enhanced appreciation of things like uninterrupted movement, rainbows and the sunset. Just look at it.

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Time is running out

I had a reasonably amicable relationship with the city I was born in until about five years ago when the part of it where we live began to turn from a neighbourhood into a tumour of residential construction. My patience ended last year and since then the patience of the other members of the family has reached its limit, too.

I’ve mentioned before that we plan to move to the country but we have finally started taking specific steps towards this goal, such as starting work on what will be my dream kitchen. It’s early days but I’ll be keeping a visual record, which I will boast with in due time.

In the meantime, I’m making plans for my garden, learning organic fertilisation tricks (because we can’t be bothered with synthetic fertilisers, not because we’re particularly green) and the benefits of coffee grounds. I have also achieved compost. Nothing is impossible when you set your mind to it. I even got my dahlias to grow and I had all but given up hope.

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Book-peddling corner: if you’re in the mood for some dragons and vampires, or mysterious vanishing planes, try The Lamiastriga (which you can’t read for free on this blog) or Sky High (which you can read for free on this blog or on Kobo).

2 thoughts on “A Profound Look Back at the Weeks: April 26 – May 9”

  1. Good Friday was the day we collected two kittens, ( more of this later) meeting at a mid-point, to MINIMISE TRAVEL – in orange, on all the gantry signs.
    No longer the rule, but the gantry signs are still there, because leaving expired roadwork signs up is a British tradition.
    . Our garden plans might work better at 20C., not this month’s 12.

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    1. And here I thought it was a Bulgarian tradition. Feeds my long-standing suspicions we’re disappointingly (for some) similar.
      I can’t wait to hear more about the kittens.

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