Todays loss: one sock (used) and one piece of female hygiene product (not used). I lost them in gyms’ changingroom. Really struggling to understand where to one can lose such items. But I succeeded! They were not on the floor, not in my locker not under the locker, not on the weird fake-leather cubicle that is meant to be sat on. Now, socks I took off and put in to the locker. But the female hygiene product backup I keep inside my bra. That is something I discovered decades ago – the place to properly keep a stash of tampons is inside bra. One or two is enough. Then, when you use them up you just put new one into your bra. That is to avoid the embarassing situation of the tiny things rolling out of my pocket into restaurant chair or floor for your date, or even worse, your boss! to see it. And this is also something I do to avoid this ever weird going-to-toilet-with-your-purse-thing. I don’t get it. Probably because I don’t powder my nose. I keep all my stuff usually inside my tights or inside my bra. Nobody can steal my stuff. So when I went to gym I put one tampon into my bra, so I could change it before going to the spa. When I started to take the tampon there was none. It has never happened before. I looked under the chain of lockers, checked my bag, my shoes even… It will be forever mystery. That means nobody can steal my stuff but I sure can just lose my stuff :). Now, I never blamed anyone but myself, so that just adds to it.

I have trouble with putting up with people. Strangers particularly, as you might know from previous posts. One day I am a star, trotting about smiling to strangers. Next day I have difficulty paying my groceries at real live person at cashiers. That’s a bummer if the shop has no selfservice. Oh, and the stores where the shopassistants follow you like you are a criminal, then jump to your face and ask if she can help me. Hell, no! In this case I just want to know where the exit is. Blody hell. If I am looking for black jeans then believe me I know how they look and I can find them myself. But when I ask the assistant to show me all the bras in size 38G then she is just useless. Because she has pimples instead of breasts. Yes. Shopping in here, peripheria, has been and is difficult and expensive. The whole nation makes up a small to medium size town in USA. The whole country is like few suburbs of New York. And most of it, roughly 70% I guess, is covered with natural settings – forests, bogs, agricultural fields, these sorts of things. You can go hours without meeting anyone. Or even days, if you are not moving a lot.

I don’t think I will ever be comfortable in all female settings. Even any class or lecture or such. Not to mention changing rooms. I very much struggle in the all female changing room facing the bending females. Turning back to people and THEN bending. I mean, if you keep the crack hairy, please, please consider not bending. Please. I can not emphasize enough that this is not pleasing site to see. Believe me. If you are next to me with that Einstein-looking pussycat stuck between your buttocks the chances are everyone sees this, certainly when you bend right under someones eyes. It’s horrible view. And you should not chock unsuspecting people with it. Even if you get turned on by their chocked faces. You should somehow tend this horror. And especially considering that boys up to some 7 years old are coming to all female changing rooms aswell. In this country at least. The chock is not going over still. It takes days. 

My garden is in blooms, very nice. Real garden. Not the changing room metaphor garden. This changing room garden is hibernating still, for the last three years :). I am talking about real garden, at my summerhouse. Or cottage. Very nice indeed. I now have spring blooms covering most views, preparing for summer blooms. These will be some small bit of annuals and carload of perennials. The idea is to have spring bulbs ending and succumbing slowly and at the same time the summerblooms and perennials starting. All the way until October or so, finishing off the season with some statuesque trees or bushes with red leaves. I now received my roses from England that I ordered a year ago. What an optimistic thought that must have been. I have no place for them ready :). So thats a bit of a challenge now to visualise where to put each one of them and start digging ground or building a site for them. The point is these roses are growing huge, up to three metres high and they need some support because of that. My initial idea was to have a wedding pavillion where all around are these roses. Now, that pavillion obviously is not yet. I have to find it or build it or weld it. So that’s a new challenge for a week or so. 

Off to neverland now, keep my pillow tight,

The Mad Hatter

XOXOX