Wednesday, May 2, 2007

'Tι Ομο'φο Φεγγά'ι!!!'

It was a typical weekday.

I woke up in the morning with the rude sound of both my alarm clocks..I've started setting two of them the last two weeks or so..waking up has gotten as difficult as falling asleep has..i wonder what the next step will be...

After all the domestic chores were finished(phase one),the children returned from school and the next phase of the day started..reading,writing,refereeing the arguments between the two younger ladies of the house, negotiations with the older one of the three whether he could go for a quick round at the Internet cafe with his friends even though it was a school day...

Phase three then started which is made up of everything that exists outside the house..the swimming team,guitar lessons,polo practice,my private lessons,the supermarket and whatever else had found its own way on my list of things to do during the course of the day.

During all of these three stages, my mind follows its own course..what has to be paid when and how much..deadlines..what the hell i am going to cook the next day..i really do need to call my hairdresser to fix my hair again..the question of why i miss him so much if i 'think' I'm not in love with him anymore (read my other posts..i refer to him a lot) that a wrinkle around my eyes?..don't forget the dentist appointment..change the sheets..god girl!!go get your legs waxed..did i remember to turn off the iron before i left home?..and on and on and on...

When i finally got home that evening at around ten o'clock,I'm not exaggerating when i say that i was feeling a little bit more than just sorry for myself as i carried my bag,two huge swimming bags,two bags from the supermarket,my car and house keys and at the same time trying hold my youngest daughter's hand who has become quite a bit of a rebel lately and thinks she can 'dash' across the street while 'safely' avoiding the cars..

As we finally touched ground on the wide pavement in front of our house,my daughter looked up in the sky and said to me.."κοιτα μαμα τι ομοφο ειναι το φεγγάι!" (ειναι καπως ψευδη και δεν λεει το 'ρ' πολλες φορες..ειναι μικρη ακομη..4 χρονων..θα διορθωθει..ελπιζω..).

I looked at her at moment. How many other times had i told her the same thing i wondered..enough for her to do it on her own though..i felt like all χαζομαμαδες do...proud..

i hadn't noticed the moon..i hadn't noticed a lot of things that day actually..i was too caught up with everything else,in things which i 'thought' were the most important on my 'list of things not to forget' wrong i was...

I dropped all the things i was carrying at that point on the pavement and looked up at the moon. It wasn't a full looked like a cookie with a bite missing but at that point i thought it was one of the most beautiful moons i had ever seen..

you see ,it doesn't matter what you see really..its just a matter of perception..they do say that beauty is in the eye of the beholder..what a beautiful moon it was...

13 added their thoughts to the pile:

demonia said...

Όταν ανακαλύπτεις την ύπατξη ενός τόσο όμορφου πράγματος μέσα σε μια τόσο αγχώδη μέρα είναι πραγματικά ανακουφιστικό...;-)
Keep on watching!

tzotza said...

και το πιο σπουδαιο ειναι το ποιος μου το θυμισε..
και μετα λενε πως δεν υπαρχει ελπιδα στους νεους...ΧΑ!!!! μονο εκει υπαρχει!! (εισαι μεσα σ'αυτους dear!!! ;-))))

Anonymous said...

You can miss someone terribly, even if you do not 'love' them anymore. And you can worry and care about them and their happiness, too.

K. (

Love and Poison said...

"It wasn't a full looked like a cookie with a bite missing..."

I luv cookies by the way...

The thing is dear tzotza, that you shouldn't worry/wonder why a 4yr old gazed the moon in such awe. You should wonder why the 38yr old didn't, like she used to...

weirdo said...

It's a matter of perception.. Indeed.. But it's also a matter of moment..
(You can stare at the moon with a smile when you're happy
..or turn your back on it, if it 'hurt' you in the past..)

(keep up this beautiful writing and thoughts..:)

Anasazi said...

Ναι, χάνεις πράγματα μερικές φορές, που είναι απλά δίπλα σου. Αλλά συμβαίνει, ανθρώπινο. Όσο για το "question of why i miss him so much if i 'think' I'm not in love with him anymore", δεν έχει να κάνει με τον έρωτα το αν πεθυμείς κάποιον. Πολλές φορές έχει απλά να κάνει με σένα.

Lote Alcarin said...

Το βασικό είναι ότι, για μένα τουλάχιστον, η πραγματική ομορφιά είναι στις λεπτομέρειες. Κάτι εκπληκτικά όμορφο μπορεί να το θαυμάσουμε. Ένα άσπρο ετερόφωτο σχεδόν στρογγυλό πράγμα στον ουρανό όπως μπορεί να γίνει σχεδόν λύτρωση όταν στο θυμίζει αγαπημένος (να σου ζήσει, είμαι σίγουρη πως θα εμφανιστούν και τα ρο της, απλά αργούν λίγο) μετά από μια κουραστική μέρα. Ιδίως όταν σου θυμίζει πως ακόμα κι όταν το μυαλό έχει πάρει 200 σταυροδρόμια και απασχολείται με ακόμα περισσότερες σκέψεις, δεν βλάπτει να κάνεις μια μικρή παύση και να κοιτάξεις αλλού. Μπορεί να βρεις κάτι πόλύ όμορφο, just to keep you going!

Σπύρος Σεραφείμ said...

I pictured a rainbow
You held in your hands
I had flashes
But you saw then plan
I wondered out in the world for years
While you just stayed in your room
I saw the crescent
You saw the whole of the moon!
The whole of the moon!

You were there at the turnstiles
With the wind at your heels
You stretched for the stars
And you know how it feels
To reach too high
Too far
Too soon
You saw the whole of the moon!

Siddhartha said...

Πολύ γλυκό το κειμενάκι σου Γεωργία μου. Το συμαντικό είναι να θυμάσαι, όχι πάντα γιατί είναι δύσκολο, ότι μικρά πράματα μπορούν να κάνουν τη ζωή μας χαρούμενη. Όσο και γι'αυτό που λέει ο anasazi συμφωνώ απόλυτα. Η απουσία και η συνήθεια είναι μας κάνει μερικές φορές να αναρατιώμαστε για απαντήσεις που ήδη ξέρουμε, αλλά αισθανόμαστε ανασφαλής μαζί τους.

Pan said...

I admire your energy! No way would i cope with such a program from hell.
Still, the daughter put things back in order. That's called luck!
Υ.γ.: Ρε Σπύρο, γιατί μας κλέβεις την αποκλειστικότητα;!

tzotza said...

this is true but seperating one from another is many times more than just hard..

dont be so negative..i havent forgotten it..i just temporarily overlooked it in the rush of it all..

no kidding about the cookies!!i would never have guessed!!! ;-))))

a moment can last for a split second or it can last for a lifetime..that's the beauty of it..(thanks for the good words..coming from such a sensitive writer that means much!!!)

εχει να κανει με μενα're right..ισως πολλες φορες τα πραγματα ειναι πολυ απλα right in front of our eyes αλλα δεν θελουμε να τα δουμε..θα δειξει..

lote alcarin..
thank you for the wish! i agree..που ειναι το κακο να πατησουμε λιγακι το pause button?it's just that many times we forget where that button is!!!ευτηχως εχω την νεφελη μου και μου το θυμιζει που και που..

σπυρος σεραφειμ..
παλια σε μια αλλη συζητηση μας (εσυ στο red)παλι το ιδιο τραγουδι μου ειχες αφιερωσει..some things dont change and im happy about that!!!i'll see you at the waterboys concert in july!!!

'it's the little things you do and say that make all the difference'..
as for the other part,im probably uncertain with this decision because i used for the first time in my life logic as a guide and not my heart..this is was causes uncertainty my friend..

children have a way of being 'profound' in their innocent way dear pan..this is called being lucky to have children..

i'll see you and σπυρο at the waterboy concert in july too!!!!παρεουλα!!!! ;-))))

ggk said...

Πολύ ωραίο το post σου tzotza. Όλοι περνάμε το λούκι της καθημερινότητας.. το θέμα είναι να τσιμπάμε μικρά όμορφα πράγματα που θα αλλάξουν την εντύπωσή μας για αυτή τη καθημερινότητα. Όπως το κερασάκι στην τούρτα.

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