January 3, 2011
In the morning, I called my parents in Russia. They told me that it was snowing where they are.
After that, my husband called his parents in Ukraine. They also told him that it’s snowing.
Around the afternoon, my husband’s brother called from the United Arab Emirates. He said that it was a cool day – it was only +25.
At two o’clock, some relatives from the southern part of Russia e-mailed me, saying that it was raining.
I got a message from California, where they reported it to be very hot.
Then a friend called from St. Petersburg, letting me know about a snowstorm.
I received an e-mail from France, which said that they were also having a lot of snow.
Then my friend called, who travels all the time. My husband picked up the phone, and, passing it to me, said “I haven’t even ask where she is.” I took the phone, and said “Where are you – in Moscow, or in Toronto?” “I’m in Toronto, but tomorrow, I’m flying to New York. It’s snowing a lot in Moscow; Toronto is foggy, and as for New York, I don’t know yet.”
By the end of the time, I was completely confused.
I also noticed that, when I work hard all day trying to finish up paintings for my upcoming exhibition, the cat throws up all day. And I get at least twice as many calls as usual.
Good thing that tomorrow I’m submitting my work to the gallery.