Chalwah is my Love

On this spectacular day, I have nothing spectacular to say. Though I consider myself a passionate person, I regard Valentinki with a neutral 'ho-hum'. Maybe it's because I am a hormonal smitten mess all year long, daily in love with love and in love with life- what is st. Valentine in comparison?

There are some pleasant behaviors that accompany V-day, and I experienced some of it first thing this morning. On my way out the door, I found a plastic bag on my door knob and a card with hearts and my name written on it "Doli". ;) Inside was a hunk of Homemade Ukrainian Halvah shaped into a heart. Make a note everyone, there was a creative man at work who was also taking notes!

As for the crowds in yesterday's blog: People! You treat me as if I am some pitiful, hurting cynic. I said love does this (looking for someone through Warsaw crowds though for sure he is across the ocean) to people in general- I made a general statement. Why then, Peter and Patti do you assume that I am looking in crowds for someone? Maybe you consider yourself as priviledged as Bryce who said only yesterday 'I know something about the way you think.' I am not waiting for God to show me that 'oh so perfect special person for my life.' THAT is corny. I am more familiar with my future than any of you realize and I neither wait nor search for anyone- mind the verb tense- that's a statement in the present simple.

I don't mind looking in terms of appreciating however. ;) Why just 45 minutes ago Bogdan, who is a seminary student who participates in the distance learning program and is only here one weekend a month, totally threw off my dinner groove when he sat at a table opposite me. He ALWAYS sees me when I am looking like crap! Either with racoon eyes, just rolled out of bed, or like tonight, stuffing my face. Ug. So I made like water and ran outta there, lickady split! I made the statement once that I might be willing to have Bogdan's babies (Milosz i Maja) because Bogdan is one and the most beautiful specimen of man I have seen in Poland (though I wish he were just a tad hairier) and for sure between the two of us our babies would not only be Polish, but beautiful as well. But alas, he knows he is pretty, and that is totally a turn off.

So, even though some of you refuse to believe this fakt, I am completely happy and content with my life! I need not flowers or chocolates on Valentine's Day, nor some man to say this or that especially because it is February 14. It doesn't even cross my mind! I learn, I work, I walk home through laughing snow flakes, find MAK waiting for me and I say, 'this is the life!'