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Sunday, December 27, 2009

Three Small Steps



Remember when I told you that I almost cried when Sami got his first tooth?
What kind of an emotion is this? I have a feeling that I now understand one thing a little better than before I was a father. I’ve been covered with hardened volcanic rock. The lava inside of me has been seeping slowly and lazily through my veins. Preoccupied with what I had to be, rather than what I was, I was building a future, forgetting about the present and denying the past.
And that’s what was killing me. The horizon kept shining, full of empty promises and oases, while my blood hardened into black rocks.
But Sami changed that. He shook me to the core and even though it took quite a bit of shaking, I feel reborn through him. He gave a new meaning to my utter love for aleX and a whole new role to my life as a head of the family.
A proud dad!
It’s that lack of adequate reactions that the long period of dollar-chasing and ego-erasing had implanted in my head that lead to tears as I heard the spoon clinging to his brand new tooth a few months ago.
And now how do I react to this? Sami’s walking! Finally and officially! It’s been five days! He made three steps! His first true three steps! (Three steps we’ve awaited for the past 3 months) The ones that he’ll never know about and the ones I’ll never forget. A beautiful, stable little cautious boy started the journey he’ll walk for as long as he lives!

It was beautiful!

I had no resources to react, so I just stood there, quiet for about a minute, before I came to my senses and told aleX. A million thoughts must have run through my head, once again totally and completely unexpected. Whatever the reason, I won’t lie to you: I’m loving these feelings! I kind of like the inadequateness too, because what good would it be if I knew the end of the story before I started reading?
So, keep walking, my boy, keep being so amazed at the world, and keep amazing us with your love and excitement!
WE Love it and we Love you!



Saturday, December 26, 2009

Chocolate-covered Christmashit


Like the frosting on a shit,

My Christmas has been a merry one. Lots of presents, great food, wine and love, lots of great moments on this family holiday, which we celebrate out of nostalgia and habit of the old us. I can’t help but experience the bites of the sense of guilt, tickling my mind as I hypocritically take advantage of this old Christian and pre-Christian celebration of the winter solstice.

Whether spiritual or traditional, Christmas has always been like the war between Oceania and Eurasia or Eastasia in Orwell’s “1984”. First we hated it – it was the enemy – the western world, then we loved it – it was the “old” Bulgarian tradition. It was family and warmth and home…

I must have been at least ten when my grandparents gave me a present and told me it was for Christmas. It was confusing. I thought you got gifts on New Year’s Day. There was no grandpa Christmas, (Santa Claus), there was only grandpa Newyear’s. All of a sudden, here was this reinstated holiday, now allowed again, which I was supposed to embrace. And I did. I mean, I believed all the crap about the son-of-a-god and lived with it. I still couldn’t quite figure out what to do with the two Santas, and I doubted them both.

The excitement, the waiting, the presents, the disappointment that my dad always fell asleep before 12am, I lived it all. I loved Christmas up until I moved to the US. As soon as I started seeing the commercials on TV, starting in September, as soon as I heard Silent Night in October and as soon as I saw how the shelves in the stores got cleared off of the orange and black Halloween monsters and pumpkins, to be replaced by the green white and red colors of this “holly” day it all started to rot in my mind.

Today my realization of the true meaning of Christmas to society brings a bitter-sweet taste to the holiday, but not to the thirteen course dinner that we cooked.

What does this mean?

It means that the eyes of a thirty-year-old kid have cleared up a bit, so they can see – it’s not about what the holidays mean. It’s about what meaning you breathe into them. The towers are just as high, as we build them. And in this case they are towers of family love and tradition.

So, no matter how stinky the shit – the right frosting will make it sweet for anyone.

Two questions that I’m yet to answer: Which shit deserves a frosting? And how much frosting justifies the fact that you’re eating shit?


Thursday, December 24, 2009

True Masters

Some people are just different...

The true leaders of humanity! The true Supreme Beings. The true engines of progress. Prophets with no pretence. With no following, with no religion, with no idiots, transforming them into gods or god's kids...

Some people are simply better:







Saturday, December 19, 2009

Trading a TV for a Fireplace!



Ever seen an ad like this? I wish I had! I wish my mind would have been more open and out-boxed a looooong time ago and not just last month, when I finally dared to sell my enormous, wardrobe-like TV and discover the fireplace that was hidden behind it for years!
A new world enfolded! A world where you can sit down with your loved one and a glass of wine and talk!, reconnect, or just listen to music and daydream! It’s like a blindfold has been removed from my eyes and now the time we used to waste watching shallow, unfunny and uninteresting movies, or brainwashing news, or the Hollywood gossip, can actually be OUR time again!
I’m so conditioned! The abstinence that I feel! The pressure! Buy! Buy! Buy! Spend hundreds of dollars, get the newest, the best, who cares that you’re broke! You’ll get it now and pay it later! You need a new TV, who lives without a TV? Everybody has one! You’re a freak! How can you go a whole month without one? It’s like food and water! What are you going to do if you don’t have one? Read? Write? Think? Make love? God forbid you had a chance to wake up from the slumber!
The struggle with the deamons, implanted by the modern world is a monstrous battle! I’m doomed to lose! The drug’s gonna get me sooner or later! “The consumer always pays the fee with great hope and anxiety, but he’s always left wanting more…” (Shelter).
And what’s even worse is that I feel depressed when there’s nothing that I need. It’s like this is ridiculous! There must be something I need! I can’t ask for anything for Christmas this way! Christmas? So what if it’s Christmas? I’m sure many of you have felt the pressure…Buy! Buy! Buy! Well, I don’t wanna buy! I don’t wanna give useless gifts with no meaning, just because I have to! I want to express my heart in a gift! Not buy a stupid gift-card! And certainly NOT when I’m TOLD to! And not to mention…I don’t want anything! Call me! Not because it’s some stupid fake holiday, exploited by the corporations, so you can buy! Call me, ‘cause you care! Where’s the LOVE? Where’s the warmth? Where’s even your stupid God in your stupid Christmas?
$$$$peeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeend
$$$$peeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeend
$$$$peeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeend
Be a $$$$lave!
There’s your God!
***
I just sit here and I wish!
I dream of a world…
With far less TV’s and far more fireplaces!





Friday, December 18, 2009

Saturday, December 12, 2009

Bootcamp for Dads

Nonononono! No words can describe it! No painter can draw it, no musician can write a song about it! The love and connection that I have with that little creature has grown beyond the limits of comprehension! I know, you have heard of the parent’s love, but this is unheard of! If you haven’t experienced it, you can’t know what it is (please, don’t take this as an invitation to make kids, contact me at 702-xxx-xxxx to actually tell you about the downside of it).
Alex said that she had always imagined that I’d be a perfect dad. And I wasn’t for months and up to like 13 of them, I was a total goon! I was ALWAYS forgetting things, dropping things, dropping Sami (kidiiiiiiing!), letting him cry without tending to him ( I guess I always thought it’s normal. Babies cry.), and I honestly tried and I tried and I tried, but I just couldn’t make it happen.
Now! Now come see me! I’m a superdad! It’s pointless to say how like a Shiva I do everything around the house while Alka’s gone and how I haven’t forgotten anything from Samuil’s tight schedule, but the connection we now have is unbelievable! I think I finally became a dad! The hard way! Through the dad boot camp. But, whatever it takes, dear boy, whatever it takes to grow up, I guess 30 is about time you did.
The match that lit that fire ablaze was the afternoon when Alka was leaving. I was lying on the couch in pain from the terrible congestion I had and he crawled up to me, caressed me and said “Ooo, Ooo, Ooo!”  and there it was – the first true communication between us started then and I reap the fruits of it every moment now. With every hug and smile, with every mischief and even cry I get filled with that new emotion!
I’m a dad now! Some might say I catch on kind of slowly…

before...



after...









Wednesday, December 9, 2009

Cutting Nails is Like Pulling Teeth!



I was never much of a cutter anyway. Always, I mean always when I had to cut something, I’d make as crooked cuts as it gets. Be it cutting out animal pictures as a kid when I always used to cut off a ear or a tail, be it as a teenager when I was endlessly cutting copied CD covers…to this day they stay crooked on my cd’s, be it when I tried cutting Buddah’s nails and left her with a good half cut-off nail, that left bloodstains all over our floor and my mind. Because I just cannot cut!
That’s why I was terrified today when Sami scratched my face pretty bad and I saw that there was no getting out of it, because tonight he might scratch his. I had to cut his nails!
So, imagine trying to throw a ball through a small loop-hole, blindfolded! That’s what I was doing this morning! Tiny little hands, with tinier little fingers and even more tinierer little nails! But that’s not all…they are friekin’ moving all over the place! You know what I mean, that kid won’t stand still when you tell him to! No toys, nor Buddah would help me get him to concentrate his attention on something else, so I can cut his fingers…pardon me…I meant to say nails.
Good thing I had to tackle him down so many times with the past cold, to suck his boogers out (oh, my God he hates it!) so at least I have experience in forcing my kid down.
So, I admit it! I used force! Give me up, America, report me to the bureaus, institutions, sue me, but I struggled my kid down and held him down till I cut his nails. Oooh, wraaaaaah, the cries, the screams, they’ll haunt me in my dreams. But sit back and relax, no blood was spilled! And even though the shape is pretty wavy, I’m proud of myself! A new Everest was conquered today!
We had to celebrate!
We went to a restaurant!
Just the two of us!
It was romantic and messy!
But beautiful!
I ordered the calamari, Sami – steamed yellow squash with spinach and bread. That kid has a weird taste! But I’m glad he knows to eat healthy.
And now, now daddy’s celebrating his first and only night all alone by himself. Tomorrow we’ll have guests. And I need not mention that I worked for the past week.
alkA’s still gone and I can’t wait for her to be back, but this night is all about me! I have the fireplace, wine, music and a book all to myself!
Dads, we need some attention too, even if we are the only ones to agree on that, huh!





Monday, December 7, 2009

Death By Remodeling...a True Story - pt. II


“Come right back home! I caught one of them going through my jewelry drawer!”
“What? I mean, WHAT?!?!?! Are you effen kidding me?”
Four days in the working, my wall was starting to shape up, we even got over the problem that after they built it with small windows, looking like jail cell openings I made them cut them larger to double the size. It’s a whole new story, but where the hell should I begin, after I already told you they had the arrogance to go through our drawers!
One thing at a time:

The windows. So, the nice hard-working (wink-wink) Mexicans, built the frame of the wall and put up the drywall around it in about three days. ( A job that ONE knowledgeable good worker should be able to do in a day, but between sodas and sandwiches, hanging out on the lawn in front of my house and going for “more materials”, it took them three) That’s why, it broke my heart to see how after ever the project was shaping up, there was barely any light coming into the room and it was depressing. Chills went down my spine. I gave them the everything looks great look, but inside of me something was screaming that I’m really disappointed that I didn’t think of making those windows much, much bigger. So I went and told Alex and she agreed. F*#K! Guys, stop the work! Let me call your boss and ask him something! I’m thinking…I’ll pay another $1000 if I have to, just so I don’t hate myself for the years to come for not giving my kid enough light in his room!




And there it was. Four hours later and a bunch of negotiating later I had my bigger window openings and the wall was back to the middle of nowhere! A ton of work still lying ahead.


In the meantime, me, and my family still stuck in the little room downstairs, breathing dust and not daring to leave the house because of those stupid Bulgarian fears!
Sooo…
Imagine: you’re lying in that little room, and if you’re alkA, you’re obviously Facebooking. You’re leaning on the back of the kitchen cabinet and a vibration of one of its drawers being open goes through your body. Your mind starts racing. Is it possible that Stoyan and Sami got back, since they left for the store 15 minutes ago? You yell, Honey, is that you? And there is no answer. You jump up and open the door. A fat Mexican standing three feet away from the drawer doesn’t know where to go. He, of course, denies everything.
So, I got the call, we came back home and I kicked all the workers out, after hearing the stupid excuse that his pants got caught on the handle. (Inside myself I was really hoping that it was just that childish curiosity where you’re like a moron, who goes I wonder what they keep in that drawer kind of thing.) Alex checked and at first glance didn’t notice anything missing. So, after emptying their pockets I kicked them out. I spoke to their boss “the contractor”.
The deal was the following: they come back, he supervises him, we don’t pay the upcharge for the expanded windows, we get 10% off the original price, they need to finish the work in 2 days and…as Alex did find one ring was missing, they pay back for the ring, oh, aaaaand, because those IDIOTS scratched my floor by cutting drywall with a sharpie right on it, they need to fix my floors too!
Deal or no deal?
Deal!
The anger and frustration grew immensely inside of me when I actually realized that they HAD stolen a ring. It had fake diamonds. If they were real, they would have cost $50 000, but then again, in a case like that, we’d probably be living in a mention where we wouldn’t need to build an extra room for our kid. Knowing that someone would touch and take your things makes you sick! That’s how I felt when they stole my bike and my skateboard when I was a kid. It’s disgusting! And you know what hurts me even more? That we gave JOBS to those people, we gave them a chance to earnestly make some money! What a disgrace!
All of this really makes me think about morality and honor, and justice. I am a justice freak! I need things to be fair, or I BURN inside! If I were to be truthfully just with those workers, I would be going the American way right now and would be suing them not for theft, but for moral damage!
Damn, Alex is right that I’m too nice!


Thursday, December 3, 2009

A Series of Parenting Tips for the Non-perfect!




Or, as we Bulgarians say: “Make the lazy work and they’ll give you wise advice (how to take shortcuts)” (don’t call me out on my translation skills now, shut up!)
We fathers may not be the best at parenting, but one thing is for sure – we are definitely second best!

So, as I’m devoted to fatherhood, I’ll share some experience and advice with you, while Sami’s busy slamming two doors together…seems like a fun job to do…sometimes I entertain the idea – just for fun – what would it be like if all us adults acted like kids! The world would be a better place, for sure!
But let us begin!
First off:
When your kid wakes you up at 7 am, eager to get his breakfast, don’t be a lazy ass, get up and start the day! Whether you’re tired and sleepy now or in another thirty minutes, doesn’t make any difference, but in those thirty minutes you get to: vacuum-clean the house, make coffee, wash the dishes, mop the house and get a shower! Done! And it’s 9am already! (well, Samuil wakes up at 7am, eats breakfast in bed by 7.30 and tries to fall back asleep till 9. Now, I’ll give you one exception, which is me – if you need the extra 20 minutes between 7 and 7.30 ;), BRING the bottle warmer with you upstairs, so you won’t have to sit and wait for it, while unpleasantly warming up to the idea that this was it with your night’s sleep!

So, at 9am you go to get the baby, so the day of endless chasing and “where’s mommy” can start! To your surprise you may find, that the little monster has fallen asleep at 8.59! and…whooooh – another 20-30 minutes, so you can catch up on some blogging and coffee!
When you finally hear the ultimate wake-up call, do this: take off all your sweaters, shirts, and go to his room half-naked, because the struggle begins with all the poo-master diaper changing, chasing around the room so put the socks and shoes on and singing songs, to distract him while you suck up the buggers! If you had your clothes on, after all this you’d be sweaty and stinky and would need another shower, which is now next to impossible, even though you might be allowed to do some of the “restroom” techniques, coming up.
How to go to the restroom:
Number one is actually harder than number two. You need to either leave things as they are and be extremely quick, or try to figure it out somehow while holding a wiggly toddler. I do the first one, since the second is quite risky for my clothes and the bathroom floor.
Number two – you have two choices:
1.       Take 2 magazines – one for you and one for baby, so that before he’s done tearing at his magazine, you get to be done unnoticed and may even catch an article or two.
(I personally feel like this might be a bit disturbing for Sami, so I use the other option)

2.       The open door policy! You need a play-yard or a walker for this one. Leave the door open, the kid in the play-yard and save yourself, as he’s throwing all toys possible out of the crate and at you, while you rush to do your business. If any toy reaches you, toss it back. Try NOT to hit the kid, even though I’ve heard that if you get them right in the chin, they fall right asleep, but those are just myths. 

Your time’s up! You need to go feed him now!

See you whenever you have some time to read again!



Emptiness


One of the worst, hardest, nastiest months of my life is over…
It can never even start to compare to The worst moment of my life, but it was pretty bad nevertheless.
As soon as I can put myself back together I will keep telling the story about the remodeling, not to mention my favorite story – the one, in Bulgarian, about Sami’s birth, but I really need to be in better mental health for that one. So far, I’m nibbling at the text with caution, because I’ve totally lost the feel for writing with having such a long and exhausting pause. This being said, I apologize to you, fine blog followers that I’ve left you hungry for my blogging for so long. But I know that you can’t be that devoted, as to rely on blog-food solely from me. If it is so, I strongly suggest you find other food-sources, because in the times of crises that we live in, there often may come other issues in my life, to overshadow the blogging.
But it’s time I said…anyway…
What this blog is about is the ONE thing, that has nested in my mind and will not give me rest and it’s this: alkA’s flying back to Bulgaria as I write this…on a family emergency matter. One that hurts her deeply and even though the worst has not yet come, it may…and I hurt for her. And I hurt that I can’t be there for her, when she might need to lean on my shoulder, and I hurt even more that even if I was there, I might still not have been able to help her, because there are moments in our lives when we are stupefied, our minds are left listless and helpless, and no matter how we try, we still end up being inadequate, just because we don’t know what “adequate” means.
Well, right now Sami’s asleep and the house seems awfully deadly empty. Every little crevice that this girl has filled with her own being is now empty. I roam around, trying to put things in the right place and I hate this one idea: tomorrow I’ll find them exactly where I left them! This NEVER happens here! The norm is to leave something somewhere and when you go to look for it – it’s gone. That’s what I’m used to. I’m used to being lightly lost in my own home, because we both organize things in our own ways. And now…now I just can’t bare the idea that things will be untouched when I get up.  For the last almost three years we’ve been together every single day. For the last almost 12 years we’ve been inseparable, but these last 1000 days we went through so much…the pregnancy, the birth, the baby, the toddler, now the kid…through good and bad we’ve been together. And we’ve always known that that’s how we want it to be. It’s sad that we let circumstances make us be thousands of miles away for awhile.
But hopefully it’s for the best. Every time we’ve been apart has only worked as a catalyst of a stronger relationship. Today it’s gotta be no different. It’s just that…how am I gonna make it through fatherhood alone? It seems a little scary, and I’m sure I’ll have a lot more to say about it as it progresses, but the good news is…I also feel empowered! I feel like it all depends on me! If I decide that Sami eats salmon tomorrow, that’s what he’ll eat! [well, come on, you know I already have it approved by the boss ;) ]

Thursday, November 26, 2009

Death By Remodeling...a True Story - pt. I


“Give someone a finger and they will bite your hand off”, says yet another of Bulgaria’s smartest proverbs. It seems that Bulgarians always have a nice proverb for any occasion, a saying, containing the essence and the wisdom of the centuries of history and wit.  If only we would follow our own advice…

It’s high time I tell that story. I’ve been preparing you for it and waiting for the fruit to ripen, so I can give you a nice, high quality and high-proof fermented and distilled story, to keep you entertained for the rest of the day. I’ve been promising and preparing you, my friends and readers for this moment and now here it is, upon us. Yes, you know some of the facts already, from former posts, and yes, it’s ironic how when you look at the consecutive months on my posts, they get less and less every month. But the reason is not the lack of ideas or inspiration, nor the lack of time, really…it’s the harshness of the circumstances, leaving me speechless and in wonder…what should I start with!

So it all started with that innocent post from Oct 24th, about the beginning of our remodeling. The truth is, we had our house emptied out on the 22nd. We stuck all furniture in the garage and in the one room downstairs and decided to live in that room, along with Sami for the next “four or five days”, as promised by our licensed private contractor. But he didn’t show up, as you know, because he had a “family emergency” that was going to last a week, and only lasted 2 hours, so I rehired him and then Alex fired him as he was 2 hours late the next morning. Little did she know, what those two hours of patience would mean, nor did she have any idea that she should have listened to her ridiculously accurate horoscope, saying for that very same day: “Don’t let emotional decisions get in the way of business, because it could mean a major setback!”

At the time I was like, “yeah, she’s such a toughie! She just fired the guy! We’ll get another one in no time! They’re all piling up to do the job!” and there I was, all excited and on the phone again, dialing number after number, negotiating and explaining what the plan for the remodeling was. And what a plan it was! We were going to build a wall that would separate our loft, from the rest of the living room, giving us an extra bedroom, where our precious child could sleep, so we could selfishly reclaim our own bedroom and live a bit of a more normal life.

The negotiations were successful, we had a winner, who was going to do the job by building the wall on the side and attaching it in place afterwards, for a little as a Grand ($1000). I didn’t care. They were on!..until a day after they were hired and I called them to see when they would be here, so I could hear the following excuse: “We were doing another job and the owner of the house car-crashed into his own garage, so now we have to stay for another week and fix his garage up!” OK, you’re fired too! Idiots! What an excuse, uh!

Time was passing, our patience was growing thinner and thinner. We were spending our fifth day in “The room”. I felt the worst about Sami. I just knew how his little explorer's heart was pounding, ready to go and roam about the dust and mess of the house, but instead he was spending day after day stuck in a tiny little room, with the same old toys, that sing the same old song and make you wanna get the one and wack it into the other one, till the stupid little melody doesn't die forever, so you could have a bit of peace between the "A_B_C_D" song and "Marry had a litle lamb"!

So I made a few more phonecalls and I made this guy come by and see if he would be merciful enough to get us out of our single-cell jail. He was on! His workers were going to start on the next day and it would take no more than five-six days! Oh, jump with joy, in six days our life would be new!

Our spirits were so high up, that we even hired a baby sitter and went to the hottest Halloween party I’d ever imagined! Those Americans, they don’t play around! When they wanna do a party, they don’t just do it at their parent’s house and clean for the rest of the week after. They just RENT a house, put up decorations, a DJ and an enormous table for liquor and all the cool people are invited! Don’t even ask about the costumes! It was hard to keep a normal conversation with alkA and she kept trying to get my attention, because those costumes of the like 200 people, that were there, were crazy!!!

 
So, as you can see, we felt so loose that we’ve got everything under control that decided to go for some fun. The next day the workers came and I was dead asleep, so I couldn’t even remember to wake up and let them into the house, so they would start working on the ceilings that I totally had messed up, by trying to fix them in the previous days. Well, at like 9.30 am I wake up and look frightened at the watch, I jump out of bed, like it was a pot of boiling water, open the garage door (that has no bell on it) just to find a couple of Mexican guys hanging out there “for the last two hours” as they claimed. I apologize, let them in and the work begins!




I had the grin of a person, no suspecting what’s to come and the hope of a naïve, attempting to improve his live with logical solutions! What the hell is wrong with me?!

Sunday, November 22, 2009

For alkA's Birthday!



It's alkA's Birthday!
It's alkA's Birthday!
It's alkA's Birthday!
It's alkA's Birthday!
It's alkA's Birthday!
It's alkA's Birthday!
It's alkA's Birthday!

Happy Birthday, alkA!
Happy Birthday, alkA!
Happy Birthday, alkA!
Happy Birthday, alkA!
Happy Birthday, alkA!
Happy Birthday, alkA!
Happy Birthday, alkA!

29 years ago a shrimp was born! Then, later on, as the story goes, she marries a prince and becomes a princess, then they hava a little monster and live happily ever after!

The only evidence of the shrimp-ness left is that the princess still sleeps like a shrimp!

I love you to death, alkA! May all your wishes come true! I'll be there to help grant them!

Happy Happy Birthday, my Love!

Saturday, November 14, 2009

Bliss!

Oh, my fucking gOD!
One of the most amazing feelings!
I got home, turned the lights on, sat down on my couch and had a shrimp burrito!

If I had a TV (well, I'm a spoiled American now, so I mean a flat screen mounted-like-a-picture-on-the-wall TV), I'd probably even watch some TV and relax, but even like this it's fine!

After 22, I repeat: twenty-fucking-two days of living stuck in one room during the remodeling at home, we finally have our house back. Well, this is all relevant and I promise you, once I do have the time, I'll share with you all about our remodeling, BUT! It's almost over and now, after and during the BIG cleanup, we have a breath of fresh (well, dusty) air and it feels like FREEDOM! Don't get your starred and striped flags up yet, I'm not talking about the American freedom! We'll talk about this in a few...what I mean is: the Freedom to have dinner and a glass of wine after work! And if you think I'm bullshitting you, think again of what you have and do not appreciate, because before you know it, you'll read what we went through and you'll know what I mean!

All I'm gonna say is: I'm back! And I missed writing! It was one of the hardest things to endure, because I JUST HAD TO GO TO SLEEP! That's how tired I was!

So, grab on to something, people, I'm back. And this story should have Hollywood producers write me, so they can make one of those "based on a true story" movies :)

Friday, November 6, 2009

"Временността"



На връщане от Коста Рика бяхме като ударени с мокър парцал! Споглеждахме се, ухилвахме се плахо, прегръщахме се и си казвахме, че не може да е вярно и сигурно сме се излъгали нещо. „Та ние сме още деца! Не можем да бъдем родители!” Така, недоверчиво си казахме наздраве на летището в Маями и само аз отпих от бирата. Направихме отново изчислението: да, съвсем по план! Може ли някой да се съмнява? Разбира се, че това плюсче от теста за бременност беше прецизно планирано, пресметнато и творено с прилежни усилия. (Дори дългите работни дни или цялата бутилка вино на свети Валентин не бяха оправдание за почивка. Когато на петнайсти февруари Алекс се прибра от работа, ми разказа, че изпитала странно чувство, сякаш наистина имала пеперуди в корема. Нещо сякаш се случвало, нещо треперело. Нещо красиво... ) И все-пак, в какво се забъркахме! Нямаше смисъл и да се опитваме да си представяме. Всичко с времето си. Сега предстояха осем необикновени месеца.
Скоро след плюсчето се появи и сутрешното гадене. Само че нашето идваше следобед, точно когато потегляхме за работа. С него не закъсня и пикаенето. Под подозрителните погледи на колежките си, Алекс дълго трябваше да се прави на болна. Аз пък изгарях от нетърпение да кажа на целия свят и ежедневно се борех със себе си, за да дочакам до четвъртия месец.
Другото, което очаквах с нетърпение бяха пословичните за бъдещи майки странни прищевки. Когато казахме на доктора си, че ще си правим бебе, той ме предупреди да се грижа за Алекс като за принцеса, защото това е вълшебен период, а аз нямах търпение да ходя посред нощ за сладолед. Не закъсня и смс-ът. Както си работех, телефонът ми извибрира с думите: „Кисело зеле!!!!!”. Леко смущаващо, като се има пред вид, че живеем на няколко хиляди километра от бидончето с кисело зеле на наш’те, а аз не съм напълно сигурен, дали са и чували за такова нещо тук. Е, оказа се, че Sourcrout си стои в бурканите по рафтовете на супермаркета без никога да е чувало за зелеви сърми.
С киселото зеле, за съжаление се изчерпаха прищевките на бременната. Единственото, което искаше беше да бъде винаги заобградена от цветя и любов! За да изпълня това условие ми се наложи да съчетая купуването на седмичната бира, с благоуханни китки. За нея китки, за мен – напитки. Така, към края на бременността бебето в коремчето вече беше с изградени умения по икебана, а коремчето на тати беше нарастнало правопропорционално. Честичко повтарях на Алекс, че скоро тя ще роди, а аз – уви – не!

Това бяха знаменити времена, когато каквото и да правех, нямаше значение. Винаги бях прекрасен, обичан и обсипван с нежни смс-и; винаги й липсвах, когато не работех за нея беше празник! (За жалост, веднъж щом малкото дяволче си показа черните очички на бял свят, и голямото отново заигра с жезъла си и пак спрях да бъда перфектен.)


Thursday, November 5, 2009

Аз, Самуил

http://www.facebook.com/home.php?ref=home#/video/video.php?v=54719433561
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Началото на Един Живот

Тени,  кръв!

Надигнах  се в полусъзнание в леглото и в първата секунда се хванах да мисля „Кръв? Къде е успяла да се удари!?”. Във втората секунда вече бях пред нея, прегърнах я силно и се чух да казвам само „идва нашето бебенце!”. Моментът бе така раздърпан във времето. Едновременно преминаваха стотни от секундата и векове, цели ери в рамките на мигове, в които образите бяха размазани, а мозъците – в пълен блокаж.
А дори не бях разбрал, че е станала! През последните пет-шест-седем месеца тя прекара около 70% от времето в тоалетната и без друго, та нощем бях свикнал да проспивам скърцането на леглото по двадесет пъти на вечер, пускането на водата и лягането с думите „Ох, май пак ми се пикае”; бях свикнал да проспивам дори и това как й помагах да се надигне и я поддържах за кръста, докато се изправи. Не помня дали в последните няколко дни не съм я водил спейки и до тоалетната.
Този път май е сериозно! Бях си представял, че когато часът наистина настъпи, ще подходя с недоверие, лъган вече нееднократно да изхвърчам от работа, да карам като бесен до нас и...да се връщам на следващия ден, за да обяснявам на милионите разпитващи ме колеги, че това вчера било фалшива тревога. Но сега чувството беше друго. Енергията във въздуха беше различна. Признавам, изненадах се  от увереността и хладнокръвието които ни обзеха след първоначалния шок. Дори се изкъпахме, облякохме и докато минавахме покрай строените пред вратата родители на Алекс, тя им каза, че предполага, че от болницата ще ни върнат. Аз си знаех, че нямаше...
Багажите ни бяха приготвени от седмица и кротуваха на задната седалка на колата. Потеглихме в ранната, едва обелваща очи към изгрева сутрин на Лас Вегас. Тръгвахме двама, щяхме да се приберем трима. Синът ни пристигаше! Пътувахме вплели ръце, а в колата се носеше "Wish you were here" на Pink Floyd. Всички прозорци бяха отворени. Алекс дишаше все по-учестено, а погледът и беше някъде далеч в планините пред нас. Беше 5. 30 сутринта. Ех, каква сутрин само...
Предварително изчислените и засечени четиринадесет минути до болницата минахме за девет със затаен дъх, а в галавата ми, измежду трескаво сменящите се и хаотично блъскащи се една в друга като в сферата за тото мисли, една от печелившите беше: „Край на една ера? Колко прекрасна бременност беше само! Сега наистина ще видим личицето на онова черно-бяло бебе с чурка от ултразвуковите снимки!”



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Wednesday, November 4, 2009

System Overload!!!



Ok, the preparations for The Birthday, the second most important Birthday in our lives (the first one was about a year ago), are going as planned…NOT! Who would have thought that our bright minds would need a whole year to realize that we have an extra room inside our home that could have long ago become Sami’s room? I guess our stuck-in-the-routine minds took a while to think outside the box of our living room. Or maybe, since it was Alka’s idea, as soon as she broke the spell of the waiter’s cripple-mindedness by getting out of the “business”, her beautiful head started giving birth to some really inspirational and achievable goals.  (Now that I think about it, there really is a “frame of mind” that prevents your imaginations from flying)
Whatever the reason, the timing could not have been more perfecterer! Just as she is going through a career change, just as the endless Vegas heat gave way to the crippling cold (Autumn? What’s that?) and we need to keep all doors and windows open, so the paint smell and dust can go away, and most of all, just as our son’s first (well, second if you ask me) Birthday approaches, we have been reduced to rotting vegetables, a.k.a. couch potatoes, stuck in a little room with nothing but an eternity of dust around us.
No, not bitching! Just pointing out a fact that the two of us have noted a long time ago – our timing for most things in life is as adequate as like my dad likes to say “You’ll recognize the Bulgarian swimmer at a swimming competition as the only one swimming the opposite way.”
So, as much time as we could squeeze between the waiting for the workers to come and guarding them, so they don’t steal our valuables (which they might need a while to look for, due to their invisibility), we planned and researched.
So far we have the place, the invitations, the decorations, the presents, and above all – this is the cherry on the ice-cream – the cake. (The cake, which must have golden threads woven in it, or may be precious stones for decoration, because only that would explain the price tag of $105! For this much cash, it better be the best fucking cake I’ve had, ‘cause it certainly is the most expensive one! )
There’s only one problem...as busy as we are, we might not attend ;)


Sunday, November 1, 2009

There are no hours, days or years...


Who has heard of Skakavitza?

It’s one of the few places left in our world, (if it even still exist as I remember it) where I first experienced the presence of a higher power. Call it God, call it quantum-mechanics, or the Secret, whatever the name, that is where I first lost my virginity! And I’m not talking about sexuality here either. I’m talking about spirituality. That was a place where I was in such awe with Mother Nature, that the powerful emotions, submerging me deep in the abysmal spiritual currents left me weak and incapable of comprehending what just hit me. The only reaction I could muster was…tears.


Skakavitza was the place that opened my senses to nature and one of its priceless gifts – the absence of civilization. Not just because I cherished the views, the colors and the magnificence of it all, but also because of the lack of one more ingredient, sickening my everyday life – TIME! The destroyer, the dictator! The neverending relentlessly downpouring sand of the hourglass. What’s even worse, it just stinks of civilization and vice-versa.

“…and then one day you find
Ten years had gone behind you,
No one told you when to run,
You missed the starting gun!”

This is one of my favorite and most formidable verses of all. But it wouldn’t have been if I hadn’t been born with the birthmark of civilization and all its pressures of milestones that I’d have to reach within a certain age of my life. Truth is, I’m so preoccupied counting the years that I forget to live them!


This really hit me today, as I was about to switch my clocks one hour back. I had earned an hour and this gave me a little thrill. But for what? All that really happened was that I lost another battle with the demands of my mental pre-conditioning. There are no hours, days or years. Just a certain glimpse in eternity where you get to open your eyes and say “Aaaaah, there’s something other than darkness in the world, and it’s beautiful!” That’s all you need to do! Realize the gift you’ve been given and enjoy it, grasp and grab and take deep breaths and love and give! By trying to reach what’s being expected from us, we just perpetuate the spell, that’s been cast upon us by some heartless sadistic misanthrope.

So how about we don’t set our clocks back for once? How about we just stop them all and just live for at least a day, huh?!

Friday, October 30, 2009

The Blair Home Project II



Predictable life = boring life!
When nothing goes as planned = asylum!
Which one should I chose?
Tough one!
Ever since Alex called the guy that was going to build Sami’s new room’s wall (and free us from having to sleep in HIS room, so we could finally reclaim OUR bedroom,) and told him to fuck off, not to come and that he just lost a $1000 deal, we got stuck. And I mean stuck! At first it was kind of like, oh, wow, it’s fun, cause we didn’t plan for that, but today – three days later – I’m just sick of having to eat on foot and live stuck on the only clean room in the house. I did decide to take it all upon myself and start working, but DAMN! we live in a house that needs a lot of fixing up. The avalanche was set off and is still rolling us down the hill, without any sense of control.
So, what do we do? We mess up the entire bathroom that has nothing to do with me scraping off all the ceilings, or not to mention Sami’s new room, and start fixing our headache by beating our heads into a wall.
But what kind of a choice do we have? Listen to these excuses, the different handyman gave us:
First one – family emergency! Needs to leave town immediately! Calls me three hours later, tells me he decided to stay, so he can build my wall. I tell him ok, the next day he’s 2 hours late and still no sign of him (that’s the one who saw the full extent of the alkA wrath)
Then next one – stuck in a trench for the whole afternoon – couldn’t call me!
Next – moving to a new house, can’t take the job, because he will be too busy!
Next – listen to this one – while they were doing some other client’s job, this client crashed into their own garage, so these people are now going to have to stay and fix his garage as well.
WTF?!?!?!?!?!
Does any of this add up?
Alex has to change Sami on our bed and we eat lunch over the sink! So…
If you are handy enough, and have no relatives dying in Albuquerque, trenches around you or polar bears, eating your mamma’s lunch, please, come help us, because we’re sick of holding Sami behind bars, so he won’t slap his pretty little hands all over our dusty floors, and keeping Buddah in the garage, so she won’t get her allergic reaction like last time we were remodeling our home…please, come help!
In the US, all the houses are made of wood and plastic anyway, so you may know how to build a wall if you’ve played with Lego long enough!