The end of a wonderful time
Blah. My parents came home from the summer cottage today. I had been “home alone” with my sister and the dog since Thursday, and it was soooo wonderful (if you don’t count the fact that my sister was there). I worked from home these three days and it was much cooler here in the basement than at the department where I have to gasp for air from the window every once in a while.
I didn’t get to be on the computer a lot (perhaps I could’ve, but I chose not to), instead I continued reading Dark Tower VII — at last. On Saturday I did go to the movies (Mr. and Mrs. Smith, very good and funny, and well acted), and a bookstore… Loot: Dead Zone, Skeleton Crew, and Gerald’s Game (!!!!!). Gerald’s Game is the only book that has ever made me nauseous, which makes it very good! I’ve been looking for it for a looong time.
My sister complained that she never gets to be home alone. I guess the youngest always have to get everything younger than the first-borns — which annoys me immensely. I was properly home alone for the first time when I was 22 — last summer that was. My sister just turned 17. Of course, she wasn’t alone this time, but without the parents it’s almost as good.
I think I was around 15 the first time I was home alone while my mother went away somewhere (I forget where, that’s a long, long (long) time ago).
I remember being scared shitless because I thought there was a burglar outside the door – I kept seeing some shadow. But I was too scared to go look in case it was a psycho killer who came in after me.
What an idiot
As Italians are often mocked by other Europeans as they are supposed to live in the shadow of their “mamas”, I’m particularly proud of contributing to the dismantling of such stereotype sharing that the first time I spent a week-end on my own I was about 8.
As my parents were off with the neightbours, for the night the neightbours’ dauther came over.
Result: at 4 o’clock in the morning, we rang at the door of the flat below mine (where a doctor lives) as my friend was convinced her belly was “pulsing” and would have soon exploded.
The doctor explained us that yes the belly pulses: is called DIGESTION!
That is such a cute story! 8 is really young to be home alone. I wouldn’t have known how to make food, except some cold stuff (sandwiches, etc.). Well, this time my spaghetti bolognese was pretty bad too (I couldn’t spice it well), but I didn’t prepare it the way I usually do — this time I used corn starch as thickener. A bad choice.