Year: 2006

My mother came to Cyprus once again. She had a good flight, she looks happy, and she looks good. We’ll have a lot of fun for the next couple of weeks.

I’ll probably blog less, but, on the other hand, she’ll probably blog more.

One my problems, that keeps coming up no matter what I do and in which area I work, is finishing things. I am very good at starting new things. I am even good at doing them. But finishing them is a totally other story. One day I’ll be rich and I’ll have the Finishing Assistant, who will be finishing my jobs for me.

I’ve made a huge effort today to clean my apartment. I was working straight for about four hours, doing things that I hate the most. I’ve got one last room to do. And there’s not much to do anyway. I only have to wet mop the floor. That’s it. And I can’t push myself to do it.

I am not tired. I am not too bored. I don’t hate it THAT much. I don’t have the problem with actually doing it. It’s just that there is something in this being the last room. That fact stops me. And I wonder why.

Do you have any ideas?

Update: By the way, I tricked myself into finishing the last room, by counting the balcony as the last room. Balcony is a place I rarely visit, so it can stay dirty for today.

Bloglines is way too slow today. For hours and hours now it only updates one feed at a time out of my 200+ feeds. I thought that it was a slow Sunday, with people going to the beaches, but when I checked out some of the most frequently updated sources, I saw that it isn’t the case. There are news out there that Bloglines isn’t picking up.

I wonder why though. Sundays are usually slower in blogosphere, and today isn’t any exception. There is less to fetch and parse, and Bloglines can’t keep up with it. It’s probably catching up with all those missed articles from the last weeks. Or reorganizing something. Will we see the Bloglines Plumber one of these days again?

Please, Bloglines, just update my feeds before I accidentally give you some more bad PR.

One of my greatest wishes of all times is for my wife to blog. She’s smart and she often has something interesting to say. And we see world just a little bit different. Talking is good, but we don’t cover all those interesting differences – there isn’t enough time or mood or something else.

I’ve been pushing her to blog for some time now, but she just isn’t interested. There was a minor spike of interest on her behalf, when I started Maxim’s blog. I still hope that she will contribute. Maybe later some day. She started with making a few pictures of Maxim with her mobile phone, and taping a few scenes with her new camcorder. There’s no regularity in either of those though.

I wish, I wish.

I’ll be spending most of today in house cleaning mode. There are two reasons for this. One is that it’s getting difficult to move around the house with all the trash everywhere. Plus all the smells and stinks. The second reason is that my mother is coming today. She is flying from Moscow to Larnaca in the evening, and there is no way I can let her into this mess. Boy do I have a lot of work in front of me!

On the good side though, I can listen to all the podcasts that I’ve been downloading. And that’s about 2 GBytes of audio, most of which is speech. There’s enough content out there for a planet cleaning event, I guess.

Anyway, I won’t be posting much today.

Update: I figured, if I am that much of a blogger, why don’t I just post the updates of progress on the web. So, here it goes. One and a half hour later, I’ve just finished with the dishes. That means, I got rid of 90% of biological weapons and 60% of stinky smells. I am tired, sweaty, and proud. Those damn dishes were depressing me for the last couple of weeks or so. Now they are all gone clean.

Update: 35 minutes later, I’ve picked up all Maxim’s toys and put them in one of the two toy storage cubes that we have. While doing the toys (I just love the expression), I also threw out all large pieces of garbage from the floor and other surfaces. Now I can move on to washing floors – the most difficult part, and the one I hate the most. I guess I need a short break.

Update: I called the airport, and found out that the flight arrives at 18:55. With one hour for the road to the airport, and half an hour for the shower, that leaves me with two hours for washing the floors. Enough, but not that much. I should get going…