Home Away From Home

Yes it is now Friday. And I must admit I am extremely grateful for that. It has been a long week and I am feeling my commute and my days are getting longer. I was relatively good this week. I went for a swim only once but I still took it easy in the mornings. But i finally had a meeting with a foundation yesterday and i had doctor today so it is hard to do everything. Story of my life. But I am impressively not concerned about it. All went as planned, and that is unusual and nice. This weekend i will have the entire time for myself so i plan to make use of that! To just catch up with missing pieces and try to sleep and swim. Maybe I can still improve my weekly swimming average! Baby might like that. What Baby really likes is to know she has a new friend on the way. Just as we were inspired by one another, Baby's friend will also be the same, in the same order. And that makes us very happy. Almost part of a plan we never thought we would execute on living miles apart. So that mak...

Today I am losing it. I can just tell. The fact I can no hold a position without pain for more than 5 minutes clearly does not help. I feel like i should be taking it easier, i feel like I can't deliver, I feel like there are such other greater things in life that the weight is just too much. I want to spend time thinking about what to do to raise more funds I want to spend time doing things for pea I want to spend time with the book I have not read in 10 days and I was really enjoying I want to find a nanny check out on schools get ready for the aftermath I want to do proper work when I am at work I want to blog i want to play the piano i want to write Why is it that most of my blogging always end up being about time management?

Some days i get it right some days i get it sort of right :) (I am sure some days I will also get it wrong) Today was a sort of right kind of day. I finally went swimming. That was good. First thing in the morning, a good walk in the morning cold and LA fitness here i am for my 3 day trial. The swim was good and the first challenge was to actually get out of the pool. Gravity hit me big time and I realized i had not been 'carrying' the weight of my little one during the last 30 minutes, and it suddenly all went back to me. The second challenge was to climb the stairs from the basement -2 to the ground floor to actually make my way home. But looking back it went pretty smoothly and i was very proud of myself. Until off course i realized the clock had not really stopped clicking for me. And them it just went all the way insane, trying to go through a to do list that grows by the hour while at the same time trying to manage our first emergency in mozambique. And no matter ho...

So here i an writing this blog about how today is a new start, letting it burst out of my head all the good stuff that in all honesty only comes out once, and i hit the wrong key and it is all gone. I am sure the person in front of me in the tube thinks I am some kind of robot by the way I am typing frantically on my iphone. What he does not know is that this second time round I can not avoid the typos I did not do in the first 1000 words I put out because now it is just not the same and I know i wont be saying all i was feeling and trying to say because I won't be feeling it, I will just be thinking about what I was feeling and writing before because I thought those words to be the best and those feelings to be the most genuine. It is almost like when I was a kid and I had these rashes of inspiration during an insomnia or even in my sleep and I would compose a poem in one go. Most nights I would tell myself I would put on paper by the morning but I would either forget it never re...

Sometimes it just sucks to watch story repeating itself, one more time. No matter how much you know it will happen, you are never prepared, it will never be ok. We'll live but it sucks.

I read an amazing book. I am not sure I blogged about a book before. But this one is hard to remain indifferent. Elena game it to me as a birthday present and the first chapter was enough to tell me this was not going to be a boring biography.  Three cups of tea should be read by about anyone passionate about non profits, anyone with a view on the war on terrorism, anyone with a view on the economics and politics of poverty, anyone with a view on how to change the world, one child at a time. Dr. Greg, as the book describes, makes me think of my so many times, though he is so much better. He had no ambition but to build one school when he started, all he wanted was to make that accomplishment in place of the K-2 failure he had. He was overwhelmed by all he wanted to do with so little time and so little money. He had the ups and downs of big donations and endless letters and proposals with no reply. He had worse, he had the threats of fellow americans that did not agree with him ...

Yes, I am writing this on July 14. In fact, I don't think it ever rains as much in London as in July and August. People have this conviction that it rains in London all the time. I guess it is a syndrome of the movies - they set movies to be filmed during the summer to see if the weather is better and then it always rains. As an example, last year, was the first Wimbledon that it did not rain (always in june) and in reality this was the first year that they put a glass roof over the central court. Who would think. Moreover, when we got to May and we were all happy about our new terrace, we had a warning that no one was allowed to water plants and gardens because we were having a drought in London. Indeed, it rained very little this winter. But I don't know why the authorities worried. You only had to get to June or July for the rain to start falling, and pouring, all the time, every day and every night. For those of you who hope for good weather and reserve the summ...