Lousy doesn't mean lazy
I am a lousy blogger. Lousy not lazy. I do many things at once—often ending none. I frequently try to explain this by adult ADHD, but I don't even know if I have any. My older son has one, and this was his suggestion, not a doctor's diagnosis.
I searched for a place I could improve my skills in writing in English. Some forty years ago I was used to this language and I received an M.Sc., writing my thesis in English. My supervisor actually asked me: Monika, did you write it by yourself? Yes, Ron, I did! But that was so long ago!
I came back to Poland and tried to make a living. It wasn't easy in those times. The eighties in Poland were hardly nice times for anybody. And after three years, I became a mum. This was a real turning point. Well, before that, I never liked children. I did want to have some but couldn't make myself like those noisy little creatures walking, running, and doing things I was sure nobody should do.
There was a little baby in our family, and after a while I may say a sweet one. When she was brought to our flat, she bit my dog on his nose so badly that he never could stand any children around. Anyway, this is one of my last memories of that sweet little one because when we were staying in the US, she died in a car accident. With her mother and younger sister. It was our family.
Stop it, Monika. You don't want to make yourself sad, you just want to train some English!
I am not lazy, but I need an anchor to keep me writing. I think this Bear Blog place is made just for me. What do you think?
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