Living here brings to mind the song Across the Universe by the Beatles, or at least the part that says: nothing's gonna change my world, nothing's gonna change my world...

Good news. We finally opened the bathroom door and we didn't have to shoot it. I think it got scared and decided to give in. My husband got home and had to kick it a few times, then, my 6 year old pushed it and...I was given my first few of a small old bathroom begging to be cleaned.
We are all happier now. I guess that makes us pretty easy to please.
That was the fun for the day.

The Secret Room

The lock to the laundry bathroom door has broken and will not open no matter what I do. I have used tools, have tried the police film technic which is kicking it with my foot or slamming into it with my shoulder (both my foot and shoulder are still tingling), have tried to pry it open with a huge screwdriver have even talked to it and to God but it won't budge. Since I moved here it's been locked shut. My husband, when I arrived, promised he would get someone to open it, that was 2 months ago. I don't even know what it looks like inside. The cleaning woman has informed me that the previous owner kept a pet rabbit in this bathrrom. It's testing my nervous and making me wish I knew a highly skilled burglar. They usually get anything open in 2 minutes. How do they do it? Is it practice or a talent people are born with? The house is old and I don't think this lock or door handle has ever been changed. The painters have just painted over the metal part of the handle and the parts around it which gives us the impression that everything is glued together.
My 6 year old son has told me to shoot it like they also do in films. I believe that's the only thing I haven't tried. Maybe if I do, my husband will then realize I'm a tad upset by it and finally find someone to get it open. Let's see...

life

I'm reading a book about intimacy. It says we see ourselves the way people define us. If people say we are good then we believe we have to be. Lazy, happy, slutty, smart, whatever the opinion we believe it and try to be it. I may be just stating the obvious but it's interesting to think about. All these characteristics are parts people see on different occasions. Probably all of us are something different at some point in life. The book says we only know who we really are if we are alone and go inside of ourselves. But aren't we defined by the way we interact with the world around us? Who are we when we are totally alone?

I went to see Slumdog Millionaire by myself. Some parts at the beginning of the film I would cover my ears and close my eyes because I'd get so nervous. Later, I relaxed more and loved the film. All the actors were great, the story is beautiful and I loved the way it was told. I've always been fascinated about India and it's one of the places I'd really like to go to before I die. (hope that's aways off)
I even forgot I was watching the film alone.