Schadenfreude.
A German term, it means taking pleasure from someone else
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Schadenfreude. Le Building Nightmare 2008 continues. There are a lot of things that they don’t tell you about what building work does to your life. I vacuum every 20 seconds or so to keep the dust under control. It’s a constant battle in the kitchen – once you disturb the earth around the [...] There are about one million things going on, not least the fact that I’m in London tomorrow, the skin is sloughing off my hands thanks to all the building work we did today, and the delivery guy bringing our curry will be here any minute now, and my God the priority he’s been given is [...] Day 1 – Period has ended. Whew. Glad that housecleaning is overwith. Like clockwork here – Helen changes the sheets every Sunday, I turn up and clean out the uterus every 28 days. And I like to come on in and fuck up Helen’s Sunday sheet changing a little, too. [...] I’ve spent my life feeling like someone who was on the move. An itch would get under my skin and inflame the hairs up and down my arms, tingling through the back of my neck. Little imperfections in my environment would become huge gaping holes propelling me to go, to move, to change [...] Two days ago I heard the words: “You have a choice – the washing machine or the dishwasher.” Happy Birthday to the love of my life. I love you. The Clampetts have arrived for a short visit before the builders come inside the house, which, although the builders had accidentally knocked a whole through the fireplace and had to brick it back up, will start next week. My folks don’t even mind that the babies are thoroughly cranky with teething and colds. Sometimes I wish I could just be a kid again. Sunday I sat on the floor just inside the front door, my finger holding a leaking radiator closed. Sometimes amazing things happen and you forget that you’re a cynic, that you inherently feel that people are something to be wary of, the tiger in the cage, the bear with a hunger pang. It’s book tour time again, and this time we read AM Homes’ The Mistress’s Daughter. This is a memoir written by a woman who was adopted, and when she dug into her past she found a not ideal situation – she was born to an unwed mother who’d had an affair with an older [...] OK, I need some help here. Pru (Pru again! Damn her!) hit on something that I’ve been thinking about myself. When you have kids you learn kid things. Last Tuesday the builders showed up and dropped off scaffolding. Our builder – who we call The Cowboy – grinned. That big green thing on the right is the shipping container which [...] On Sunday Jeff started projectile vomiting. He nailed the bed, the bathroom, and all of his clothing. He would puke and then tell a joke and laugh then take a nap. Lather, rinse, repeat. Today the babies are 6 months old. Every once in a while, you get to do something for someone else. This morning I got handed coffee and babies in bed (two seperate deliveries, of course). Presents were opened, kisses doled out, and after the babies were fed we all hung out on the bed in our pajamas. This. This was the stuff my dreams of family were made of. Not the parties or [...] |
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