What a dramatic day. For a moment there it looked like the Skye and I meeting was off. Gone. Kaput. And there was much despair and gnashing of teeth. But I think we've got it worked out now.

See, we hadn't taken account for the fact that it's a 13 hour train ride and quite expensive. I guess we were naive.

The train ride was pretty much out of the question. And it was all looking slightly hopeless. But then Skye checked the plane fare. And it turns out that economically it's not too different and it's way faster.

So that's the new plan. Skye takes an aeroplane to copenhagen. And a train to Aarhus. And we will be together Friday and Saturday. It costs money. And we'll both have to overcome some fears. But we're still doing it.

I'm sending her some money too. If I can figure it out. I don't like going to the bank to do it. I have this image of me saying "I want to transfer some money to a bank account in The Netherlands" and the bank teller saying "Oh so you're involved with illegal smuggling and or money laundering and possibly other criminal offences? I'll just call the police then, please wait right there". But I'm sure it'll be ok.

And I have to say that my mother has been really great today. She's been so helpful it almost makes me feel ashamed of some of the things I've said about her. We both have sort of a frustrated life and since we're often alone in the house together a lot it just gets easy to blame each other and get annoyed at every little thing and just let the negativity rule. But she does care, of course she does. She called the train station a couple of times to help me with ticket questions and such. Things I should be able to do myself. But I'm not. And she helped. That was nice of her.

Maybe things will work out ok.

It's a little like my recurring car dream. The circumstances are always different. Different stories. But I always end up driving a car. And I can't drive. So I just sort of drive it like it's a computer game or something. Swerving around, almost hitting everything. Just stumbling forward, trying to get to where I'm supposed to be without being in complete control of the journey.

What a great metaphor for life. Or something.

np: r.e.m. - narrator (800606)