Gorgeous sunny day today. Although it is February, our most wintery month, only sunshine and blue sky can be seen. No need for jackets, certainly no need for a winter coat. The White Mountains are still white with snow while a blue sky and whispy horsetail clouds float over their tips. The sea is a sparkly grey-blue with tiny little white ships far away from the shore.
It rained all night in just the way the makes sleep the most pleasurable. Yesterday the wind was crashing around but the air was warm, at least 20 degrees C at the highest. The wind was from Africa and coming up through the southwest corridor, avoiding the freezing mountaintops. African dust swirled around creating a haze in the air until settling on windows and windshields.
February is the month I usually get by with never leaving the house. My claim that I never leave the house in the winter seems to be convincing enough for people to just back off and not argue. But now with all this warm weather and blue skies every day . . . I've even been leaving the house. I'm giving agoraphobia a bad name this year.
I used to laugh and laugh when I read the comic strip called "Zits." "Such a cute relationship that teenager has with his parents," I would chuckle. Now with Kleo into her twenties and her own life and Natalie on her way out the door, that comic strip is not so funny.
I'm surprised I don't burst into tears when I read about the mom trying not to attack her son when he is back seat driving. "Oh, my God, this is my life, this is so true, " I cry out instead of laughing.
I really do not like driving with Natalie in the car. Just feeling her tense up from disapproval of something I've done sends me into a very irritable place.
Then when she insists on giving me directions to go to a place I've already told her three times "I know how to get there." I want to scream and swear so much.
But I try to not upset her as she has a stressful day of school ahead of her. Today I tried to explain to her that I have to drive agressivley sometimes or it will take us literally hours to get her to school. She expressed her firm belief that it wasn't appropriate for me to "force" cars to let me through. Aargh. Whatever.
I bet when Natalie starts drivings she is going to one she-devil on wheels. This politeness theory of hers will probably last about five minutes. Learning to drive in Chania will be her training to drive taxi in NYC or Boston should the need ever arise.
Yiasas, fili mou! Ta leme!