Just sneezed so loudly seven times in a row, I felt as lost part of the brain as it flew out of my nose.

I have not been sweating like that since 30 years or so. Last time I had sweat dripping off my face and even into my eyes was exactly some time 30 years ago when I was rather active in sports – I remember I had long distance runs every now and then but mostly I was doing lightathletics like highjumps, short distances and things like that. I did not like running though because I hurt my knee badly once and that was really painful for the next 20 years…. And that time it was just so much pain every time the weather changed. Felt like old fart when I was teenager. Come rain, come pain. The worst part was that nobody, again, believed me. No doctor, nobody. No help from them. Just put some stincky motoroil on your knee and shut up. Thats the instructions. No painkillers. Dont know….. If your kid is telling you that somewhere is such pain that she or he pisses to pants… I recommend you better believe!

Anyways, so now over some years, the weather is getting stranger and stranger with every season. Last year there was snowstorm in Spain so that all small airports shut for five days. We have had few years such heatwaves that many people lost all or part of their crops. You know, if your all life is to grow potato and you know nothing else in life then you probably in deep shite if all your fields of potatos just cracked and you have nothing to sell and nothing to live on for the next nine months of lousy summerweather (thats sarcasm. We have winter season that long). So now I am trying to do some gardenworks at my summerhouse. I have had two years already the plants waiting for me to dig the holes an plant them to their stationary location where they could blossom. So I have two weeks freedom to do that. Guess what. I took out the shovel yesterday early mo at 7, set it to the visible place so I would not forget it. The heatwave struck me rather hard. I barely came out of the house which is cool like refrigerator due to its extremely thick walls. At midnight I took the shovel back in. Thats the work I do. None. Yet I was sweating like the time 30 years ago – dripping from my face! And I only stood there and did not do anything!!! Oh, yes, I was breathing and apparently that was already too much in 34 degrees heat. European measures, Celsius.

So I thought I am able to walk and trim gras. I put on bikinis, knee-lenght rubber boots and vest, and visir. Took the trimmer, swithched it on. By the time I had done with mere two metres of human-hight weeds I was soaking wet everywhere. Yes, there too. I thought some insects are attacking my bum running down my thighs but turned out it was my own sweat running down my spine and, to my surprise, into my boots! So I was literally squirting along the weedpath, ass wet, eyes full of sweat and thats the best lunch the horseflies were waiting for since many moons. For gods sake they actually torn pieces of flesh off from me, flew up to a tree to feast on it. I mean in addition to the forever insect-inviting sweat I was now bleeding everywhere. This is somekind of horrormovie setting I say! But stubborn as I am, pored myself over with water and completed the job. The moment last weed was cut I dropped the fucking trimmer, yancked the fucking boots, splashed water on my body from the only running water I have – a gardenhose – and ran to house. Oh, lord. This fucking nature is literally killing people with insects. Everything was in pain except nails and hair! I needed aloe bath or something. Took painkillers and lathered myself with some after sun cream and the wonds I treated with whatever medical stuff I could found. So the mean insects that ten or twenty years ago lived in Mediterranean or even in Africa are raging here. I had fever that night. Next mo woke up and from the overdose of insects I felt like I had been struck by streetcar after the wildest night out! I have heard some people are very sensitive or allergic to wasps or so and could even die. Well, take the horseflies adn beat that. I think I died several times that night. Horror.

Anyways, I survived. As I am the real veed! 

Suddenly some heartache stuck me. I suddenly thought. What if the blody wasps and horseflies beat me. And nobody, I say NOBODY, was there to help. I would just lay there in the sun and fade away to eternity. Nobody would have noticed. Nobody would call. I would be there in the field five days already. Only lawnmower would come and cut off my toes of fingers and move ahead only to come back later and rip off my hair. But I would not feel anything as I would be dead for three days already. The “wild” aka homeless cats whom I feed for few years already would come to demand their food.

Nobody else.

They say there is someone in the world for everyone. Well, even in this overcrowded world we now live I seem to be the single sock that the washingmashine did not eat away. The other sock was seen only once when came home from shop and someone put it on. Where is that mysterious second sock? Is there point to look for it or just toss the other one aswell…. I am quiet mostly. I am great fun when partytime. I can laugh hours in. I must be smart. Others say so. But somehow I am single sock. Where is the other sock?

Johnny, would you want to try on this one sock?

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