The Mad Hatter

The Mad Hatter

  • 95 daydreaming

    Who would like to go out to some fancy restaurant with me? Before would take a stroll on the beach. You know, to build up some appetite. Have some roseË‹ on the beach…. Then get to that seaside restaurant to enjoy passing cruise liners, sunshine and waves. Order some oysters as a starter. Then order some oysters as main. And then few more oysters as a dessert. Anyone?

    I would sing you some nice tunes all the way from one end of beach all the way to the restaurant. Like Harry Belafonte Banana boat song, then Jamaica farewell, Scarlet ribbons, then speed up a bit with Man smart, woman smarter 🙂 Some funny stuff too, like most of Rosemary Clooney songs. And some from Leonhard Cohen. You load 16 tons and whaddu you get! Another day older and deeper in debt! Louis Prima, just a gigolo 🙂 …. Anyone?

    I promise I am all fun, and only fun! 

    Aah, I was told I should be, this time, for first time in 25 years!, be invited to restaurant. That’s a bummer because so far, for the last 25 years, I have not ever, NOT ONCE, qualified to be invited to restaurant. Now to think, it’s rather sad, no? I have always been inviting, treating everyone, everyone I considered friends, a few men I considered I loved (read>I was blinded). I was never invited to restaurant. Am I twat? Why I do not qualify? Am I boring? Am I not worthy? Am I the richest among my people? I am not rich whatsoever. 

    Today I drove 300 kilometres to deliver food aid to a total stranger. I am not sure I have written about it or not, so just to be clear. I stumbeled across Facebook post some 4 years ago, before the pandemic. That post asked for help for single mother of two who had responsibly paid all expenses, as one should, and now was facing hunger as not a penny was left for food. That post also explained in some details how this all happened. And also stated that the kids starting school in a months time had no clothes or school supplies due to that all difficulties. It struck (is that even a word?) me and I contacted the woman. The next thing I found myself on 4 hour shopping spree for this family, clothes, shoes, school supplies, and food. Delivering all this took another 3 hours. I know their names now. So last week she wrote me that they have again been unlucky as forced to help out her older son she gave all money to make sure her son has transport to work. He is now adult, by years, and has first real job in building site in other country. You know, taking away their jobs :). Last time I get stuff for them was I think…. before Xmas and then in February I guess. I don’t keep track. I only wish she would gather her stuff and move away from the shithole of a place she lives. But I can’t convince her ofcourse. No selfesteem, no dreams, no guts to take on new direction. Pity. So I just load up my car and go. It ain’t cheap. I spent 500Eur on todays trip and I am broke. I again, again broke. This fucking adulting drives me crazy. 

    This fucking war orcs started in Ukraine. These fucking orcs now threatening us, random cyberattacks on our airports, on our banking systems. Yes, we know it’s them. And because of them I have no income, and because of them I have to get my act together and leave my home. Empty handed? Fucking hell. I have built my home for 20 years now. Sell it? Yes, then I have no place to return. And I am not single person, I have to get my kids and move asap.

    Not sell my homes and wait here til orcs come to kill us? No thank you.

    I am pissed on every person speaking russian. I can’t help it. Them bastards living here singing praise to pootin, fucking poo in a fucking tin. Damn those cockroaches.

    So how about you invite me to restaurant? I would invite as I used to, but I am broke. 

    Good nite

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  • 94 retirement plans, anyone?

    Yes, I have been rebel all my life. I don’t take shite from nobody. And, if anyone succeeds with any shite (you know, putiting up a good act and me believing it) then I cut the ties promptly and with no mercy. That is valid for everyone. If you try to fool me, be ready. If you lie to me, that’s the last you ever see me. And that is fair. Don’t waste your time nor mine. So that tirade was to tell you I am pretty black and white, no gray. It also means when I start something I carry it to the end. 

    For instance I promised one guy I was dating some years ago, that I shall pay for his dentist once he gets the guts to go and do the bits he needs to be doing. Well, dentist here is not free of charge like all the rest of the medical aid (probably the only good things about life here is the free medical and free education). So I said that when we broke up – hence – he lied. So far he has not had guts to start the dental “journey” and that’s fine with me. He probably will not have guts to remind me that promise either :). But, if I ever find out he has done the missing tooth then I shall send the money. I keep my word. 

    So now I am prepping for my retirement. Early retirement that is. Running business is like hobby, and that is what I love to do and need to do anyway. But I will step back from anything I do not like. And that stepping back from nasty work I do every now and then means I need some other income. Did I tell you my first choices for higher education were aviation and law. However, both of these were only teached 3 hour drive away from the capital city where I live. Because of the distance that was impossible for me to cover daily or even on distance study I never got degree in law. Because I had 3 jobs in order to survive there was no way I could accomodate university that far away. I simply had no means, no family to support no place to live. If I were to move to the other city I would be without income, without place to live and in addition in a place I knew nothing about. Yes, education is free but I would still need to live somewhere and possibly eat something? So I had to postpone the two dreams of mine. Until now.

    I entered the training/ school for private pilot. Imagine. Next year I will have my licence. And imagine that: today I paid my last 47Eur for MacDonalds meals. I have 1.79 on my account. And the month just started. Have you ever heard of anyone more optimistic than me? The pilots licence cost a fortune and I have no money for this weeks food even. Crazy? Sure. I am not right in the head for usual boring common people. However, that might be only because I know the goal. My goal is to be pilot and that would make me almost as flexible, multitalent, like Iron Maidens Bruce Dickinson :):):):) except I speak 6 more languages :):):):). Why, oh, why, you ask. Let me tell you, this is my retirement plan. I will have licence for European flights so this will be my little income when I move to Italy or Nice, ideally somewhere in the middle there. This neighbourhood will take away all my ailments, my mood will be excellent just like now after two days in the garden and full sunshine. It’s really incredible what sun does to nordic people. Literally cures us!

    So I shall retire within few years and fly around for fun and games. That’s my plan and I sure will complete it. The goal that is. Only 20 years later but who cares :), I still am goal oriented person 🙂

    Garden is now almost fixed. Planted my long waiting maple tree today in a place where birch did not quite survive from last year. Weather forecast promises snow tomorrow, on 8th May, snow!? We will see. It is sort of a rule that the night freezes are common right until the end of May. In the end on May all tomatoe plants are said to be safe outside, potatoes can be planted etc. So in few weeks I will have one more round of planting everything. Currently all my plant babies are at my flat, in my bedroom…. I sleep with my plants. Now how to survive that excitement 🙂

    Stay cool and warm

    XOXOX

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  • 93 😦

    I lied. 

    It has been three days already and I have not had the guts to go to shop to find new pan. So I lied in last post that I will go and get new pan. I mean, I have interesting life!!! Worry about pan is the worst task I have :), the most challenging. I now stare at the second fucking pan that started rocking some week ago. Dreadful day is coming. It is coming the moment that second pan cracks into pieces. Oh, I don’t want to go to shop. Because then there is the shelves filled with fancy bits that I start to observe and then there is tens of pans to choose from and I get agitated. Just give me one and have it over…. but no, all the pans look so fancy and once I am there I need to study each one of them and then choose one. Because I live in the active hellhole of a country then in addition to being annoyed of shopping due to too many people going to these places I am also very poor. So I want to study each fucking pan that there is and pick the one that I will moan about for the next 4 or five months. Moan, you say? Yes, I shall moan for many a months because 100Eur is like weekly food allowance for 4. And that, my dear, means I am forced to lose 100Eur on a fucking pan. Which means I could end up having nothing to PUT on this fucking pan in some time in the nearest future. And that, my dear, is called alternative cost. I know it because I have masters degree in finances ;). Yes, irony, irony is my middle name.

    So there are many reasons I have been avoiding shopping for a pan. People, cost of the pan, too big choice and still everything is too expensive, I have 2 more pans to survive. Shopping for me has always been last, really last effort. When nothing else to remedy the need. Does not matter whether shopping for clothes, food or anything really, it is dreadful and sometimes literally painful thing. I get weird rashes on my body when I have to spend more than 10 minutes in shop. I know, I am truly every mans dream girl! I get this rash and nausea everywhere BUT fishing store and building materials store (read: second reason I am every mans dream girl).  

    Now something about today. Thursday after day off. Day off was 1st of May. Whatever the reason it’s off, I applause. In soviet era that was the first official day every orc living here got severely drunk and slept on the roadside (or even in the middle of the road) and nobody minded at all. For locals it was just random day when it was possible to do own yardwork or just do fuckall all day. Working hours (or arse hours as we call them) were sacred. 8-17, not a minute less. Usually, if at all any changes, it changed to 8-18. So today I had workday. Horror ensued. For the ones fainthearted this next will be about anatomy of a female, so scroll on if needed. So, for all my life I have known my body pretty well, no surprises there, no religious crap was forced on us, no mysteries, just plain anatomy. Yes, I have have few things I do for living. I am florist part time, which means I only work when I have orders. Usually 2 or 3 days in a week. And then I have one job that is highly physical and it is outside in ports, with no toilets which means I can not drink during the day. So today I had that work in port. Yesterday my period started. That means today was THE day when I had to change every hour minimum. Change what, you might ask…. Change the bits that hold the blood from splashing around on floors and all surfaces possible including myself. That meant I had to prepare so that I can do the job without going to toilet. And I had to make sure I go to toilet on lunchbreak. I measured today it takes me 8 minutes to get to the toilet. 8 minutes one way. Then few minutes for sure inside. Then 8 minutes back. And that meant that I had to eat on the go. Literally when walking. But that is not all. I left home at 7, started work at 8. That means one hour gone. I should have changed at 8 but that was not possible. So it’s 9, then already 10. I feel blood leaving my body as the tampon was more than full. I curse the world and keep on working because I can not leave my post once the process goes. And I can not cancel nor stop because whole factory depends on this. So I feel tampon peeping out of its nest and blurting blood it does not want to take in anymore. Dreadful and disgusting. For a moment I think about taking the tampon out right there and then but I search for napkins or tissues in my pockets and there are none. So I know the tampon is about half out already, not taking in any blood anymore, on the contrary, blood is flowing everywhere. So it is rather painful when this stupid tampon is half way out. I waddle around like penguin, luckily I have full wintergear on because it is very cold and windy, no matter whats the season. I am pretty sure the tampon escapes any minute now and I know where it will go: down by my legs right until it hits my socks or even worse, hits the floor.

    Gross day. Got home exhausted and pissed off on world. From this hideous work, stress and loss of blood I barely made it to home, took immedistely painkillers and paracetamol for the temperature I had by the time I got home. This is getting common now, every time I go to work I get ill. So, got home about 17 o’clock, ill, fell to bed and woke up at midnight. Felt like hangover, some strange feeling of haze, exhaustion and dizziness. I shall keep the rest of the boring stuff now….

    Good nite, 

    stay warm

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  • 92, neeh, me nuts!

    Going nuts seems the thing today. I discovered I am en route myself. That, ofcourse, assumes I am not totally crazy yet. One can’t go nuts if the maximum is already reached. Anyways. After strange furious weather that locked me in with way too many litres of beer and wine and not a help near 🙂

    I figured I need to entertain myself so I checked one old TV set in the corner. The batteries in the remote were all “boiling” with corrosion. Last I remember I watched this TV was some six years ago. I remember it well as I had a date that wanted to watch TV in the evening. So boring. Obviously it did not last. TV was just a minor reason for this abrupt ending. However. Stuck and bored myself now I wanted to see if this heap of crap still works. And, ladies and gentlemen, yes it works! It even has some ten or so channels on! So this damn thing together with too much wine made all chaos in my head which resulted in last post. I thought of deleting it at all but then figured I will keep it as a reminder. Less wine and no writing in haze 😉 because it made no sense at all. I read my last post twice and don’t get what the fuck was I writing about. So, my apologies for this odd yapping tirade, but I hope it’s at least funny. I don’t promise I will not do that again tho.

    My frying pan blew up today when I was searing salmon. Let me tell you, that now teached me one should NEVER wash the expensive pans in dishwasher. It says so on the paperwork even. But I, an arrogant white bitch, decided I know better. Yes, I used this pan carefully as it was expensive one. I used it for good four years if not more, I can’t really remember. I certainly had it before the mysterious pandemic hit. It was the expense I dragged long not to do. So once I gave in I chose the best I could. Whatever fancy non-stick coating, nice size, nice weight, everyting very pretty. The price was 70 Euros or so, for a fucking pan, you know. It could have been Fiskars, but maybe some italian fancy pan. I have a few that I use and one for sure is Fiskars. Anyways, I started to notice two of my pans are like rocking on the cooking range. For few days I thought it is due to too high heat which the same moment did not make sense because 7 out of 9 is common for any cooking. 9 is to get water boiling, 7 is perfect for meats, 6 is for eggs, so you know how this scale is…. So these two start to rock when I cook. I stare at them for few days, doing my dinners and thinking damn, these two are dead any day now. Dreading going shopping, I had gag reflex when thinking about yet another stupid cost that I can not avoid. I wish I could get skillet but they don’t sell them here. So I have to pick some Tefal or Fiskars or any fancy italian again. Fiskars now cost minimum 70Eur, with the lid it can easily be 100Eur. Dreading the unavoidable I today was searing fish, two pieces on this stupid rocking pan, me prepping my asparagus you know, splitting the wooden bit off them, when suddenly there was so loud bang by the stove I thought something blew up. I turn to see, and can’t get what was it. Nothing looked wrong, glass stovetop was ok, all four sections were ok. One tiny pot with lemonsauce, one with rice boiling, one just water waiting for asparagus to be put in. And fourth with salmon. I stare at the stovetop and then another BANG! right under my eyes the bottom half of the pan flew off!!!!!! I took my other rocking pan and fish rescue resumed. Got the fish into other pan, cleaned up the mess and threw the broken pan into the sink and poured over with hot water. Imagine if kids would have been doing some tacos or pancakes or other stuff on this freaking pan and that would have blown up into their faces. Damn. So there will be some shopping tomorrow. Which I do not like one bit. But…. Dinner turned out very nice, as always. Always have trout not salmon, if possible. And always have fish together with green veggies. This way your body gets the best of A, E and D vitamins. A and E are very difficult to get with food because they need eachother to “activate”. That means if you have just fish and say, potatoes, then you will most probably not get all possible E vitamins from fish. You surely get some, but the fish and green veggies work wonders together. I always prefer asparagus but it’s incredible price when not in season. Nothing less but 8Eur per bunch. So if that is not very popular financially then I take the turkish beans which are like butterbeans but green. If that gets boring I take simple brokkoli. I always toss them into boiling water and only for 5 minutes, this way they are crunchy not soggy. Then water out of the pot and in goes the best bit – butter. Keep it on heat and toss around til the butter has melted. With years of practice I have perfect timing on this dinner. Every bit is ready – lemon sauce, green veggie or rice, fish – right there and then and hot for plating. Rice is for younger generation. Instead of the veggies which for them equals death…. Which makes me wonder because in restaurants they eat everything 🙂 including veggies in any colour 😉

    So tomorrow I shall buy new pan. And no matter what anyone tells, I shall never put the pans into dishwasher again. Because I know how much my lazyness costs me. What an exciting post it is! 🙂

    Last bits of snow today. It’s 10C but the last bits of snow are still here. The hills of snow must have been very high as the leftovers are kneehigh now. Last week was odd with this weird snowstorm out of a blue. Luckily my tulips did not mind much and the garden looks splendid already with all the yellow, pink and red tulips. I hope narcissus will come out soon too. Trees are getting green, frogs and toads are awake. One of my in house toads came out just on Saturday. It was barely moving, body looked like it should have been dead but slowly moving skin on the back when it was breathing…. lungs (? they have lungs right?). The first one came out two weeks ago. They both sleep in my cottage, god knows where exactly but they are inside. Probably hibernating under my treasures as I do not disturb them at all in winter. I see them getting in in autumn so I stay away already then. So the second one looked very thin, it was very slow too, so no struggle to catch it. I put it by some greenery by the lake and after a while it was gone into the lake. Until we meet again in October or so. By my cottage door. I shall let them in.

    Stay hot and cool, everyone!

    Enjoy life and wash pans by hands only!

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  • 91 what did I just see in TV?

    So please everyone tell me I am going nutters and seeing things. Because it is too many coincidences to be just randomly piled up and thrown into my face now.

    Jim Burtons new film, due in autumn, features a nasty figure played by Kate Winslet. And the trailer features one of my favourite songs from my favourite artist of all times, Harry Belafonte. Day-O, Banana song. Are you trying to tell me that’s a coincidence? Why was I not a cast of this movie? I am fluent in 5 languages and that includes Russian…. I don’t know if that is in the movie but why, why, why I was not summoned…. How now, can this song, be something used in a film? The song nobody knew. The song I sang years and years, day to day just like every other Belafontes song that I know by heart and was in my life since I was homeless. You know, Scarlet ribbons, hava nagila (the banned one now due to them squatters-jews running genocide in a country, oh, occupied by themselves?!?), Jamaica farewell…. That same song was idle for 40 if not 50 years. Now it’s again important? After I stated it in my blog here? After I wrote here about the few artists that kept me alive when I was homeless? Am I losing it or is somebody following my blog and taking bits from it into films? Tell me I am losing it. Hell, I needed that job. And I sure need the next job! I need to be that Russian speaking evil. Or slow one, blonde and a tad dumb, speaking Finnish. Or arrogant Estonian, the small and feisty. Anything!!! I can speak, in fact also Greek, Polish, French, Italian, if needed! Just give me a week!! Just last week I was searching for job in France and reading the ads, IN PLAIN FRENCH!!! And I understood everything. Yes, my pronounciation is probably nothing the real French would understand but I can learn fast. And my Russian is clean and very much without accent. Shame I was not cast for this. Shame. So I can still get to the next movie by Burton or Depp himself? Where to come for casting?

    Am I delulu or is the next film going to feature something from Rammstein? Or another run of Belafonte? Pardon me, but I sure feel a tad off now after seeing the trailer of Burtons new movie. 

    Hey, Johnny, the book draft I sent you, the things happening there are happening IN DEEP SOVIET OCCUPIED country, not Italy, not France. We still have the perfect apartments for the scenes, with all furniture and stuff intact for the last 40 years. I mean, they are kept like that for exactly all sorts of serials and films that require the backround to be from 1970s or 1980s. Just tell me I am going nuts and the new set is not what you were looking for in Italy?

    That’s too bad to be true if you using my draft for film without me being part of it. I truly hope I am getting nuts in this case.

    Really delulu here. Tell me I am off my rocker and the above is not the case. Because my story certainly needs me in it. 

    Sorry for the short crazy yapping.

    Stay warm and cool. 

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  • 90 damn Fridays!

    Yes, Friday was workday. Obviously. As for any commoner. Dreadful workday in fact. One that pissed me off big time. I went in as usual for 9 o’clock. Ok, not usual. Usual is 8. This time they said they will have the stuff released 8 in the morning so it takes about 45 minutes drive to get to the destination. I left home at about 7.45 or so…. I don’t really know but my plan was to sleep in the car until the job started. I have been doing it many times. Not always because of work or exhaustion. I get hit by strangest thing on earth every now and then. I drive, I am ok, and then suddenly I have no control over my eyes and will. Eyes just close, I barely make it to some random parking lot and I just fall asleep. It always a close call!! I barely make it and I am scared as hell when it’s going on but I can’t help it. Few times in the past I fell asleep on the highway. Luckily we have sort of a highway that has no barriers everywhere so one can stop where are no barriers. I count not quite make it once and I was sleeping 4 hours on the roadside under the high voltage line. I could not go any further, not even 100 metres, not 500 metres. I don’t know what it is. I am just suddenly extremely exhausted and I can’t keep my eyes open. All I know is that I have to stop immediately and next moment I already wake up 4 or 6 or even 8 hours later. I slept in my car in random parking lots, on highway roadside, in hypermarket parking lots, in forest, by sea, by school, at work too. It’s strange thing I thought it would  be some sort of insomnia but I have not diagnosed it yet. It happens maybe once a month so I can not really catch it and report it to my doctor. 

    But that dream of sleeping for another hour or so was not one to come true. Aswell as did not come true the initial plan of working 2 hours and then heading home or heading to other location for other work. The “fun” part was they decided in the morning that they will need me for whole day. Well, I don’t really mind that, I have been flexible and ready for such hiccups my whole life. What pissed me off was they knew already on Wednesday that they will have to complete everything on Friday and they still did not tell me. So that resulted me having no lunch with me. And I restrain from drinking because there are no toilets. Or, the toilets are far away from my location. So I felt how I was drying up the longer I was there. And to put a cherry on top – it started snowing. Which means the temperatures dropped into minus. So, hungry, not well slept, freezing my arse off in this fucking end of the world. I was not happy. Not even close. When we completed the work I was sitting in my car for good 10 minutes to get some warmth into my frozen arse. It takes me one hour to get home from this location. I was so pissed off on the whole world, drove home, took off boots and went straight to bathroom to run bath. Took two shots of Jägermeister and sat into hot water with some salts and oils. From my condition I knew if I don’t do this “procedure” I would fall ill rather badly. Only after the bath I was able to face the world again. Which meant prepping late dinner and being pissed on the world once more for a different reason. The reason is I don’t do dinners after 18 in the evening. In summer the latest time when I have some food is maybe 21. But again, it’s not summer yet. And now I have been facing the reality of world working against me with the dinners. I can tell you one can not peel potatoes or sear some meat when hands are barely moving. So I had to sit in the bath to become functional again. Oh, I hated that Friday. I hate when my genious plan of never eating after 18 fails. And last week it failed every fucking day. I probably have to switch to summer schedule now earlier because of the stupid client. My only happiness comes from the fact that this client pays by hour. Including driving time. That makes this client the most profitable for me. So I smile and make some stupid jokes about “who needs to rest anyway” or “who in the right mind would fly out for a long weekend on Friday noon” etc. The bit that is now yet pissing me off is that I have to go to the same place on Monday morning too, because apparently, if I don’t go the factory will stop working because they run out of materials by Monday morning. Just in time delivery, yes, and I have to go in again. Luckily they will be fast on Monday because they don’t want to be guilty for the factory shutting down because of them!

    So snow. Yes, snow. In spring. Whole worlds weather is fucked up. Floods in Emirates, in fucking desert, camels drowning. In desert, people! Earthquakes in places earth is never quaking, floods in deserts, volcanoes spitting shite out, snow, oh well, snow we always had but cmon! enough already!! They predict the northern part of Europe will have weather that currently is in Turkey. Well, I can tell you what’s the weather like in Turkey – it’s a vacation forever weather. That means you are not quite able to work in this kind of heat.

    Part of me likes changes a lot. On the contrary to the common view and opposition that pushes people out of their comfor zone. I love to test myself, to adjust to new. I am probably a tad more adventurous compared to average person. But most of all I like changes in business, work, things like that. l love progress. That is why I could not stay on the island either. The island where I am from is stagnating place. Nothing changes. And this stagnation was suffocating me from the early stages of my life. Especially painful once I turned into teenage years. I despised the teachers that did everything the way soviet  era told them to. Disgusting spineless hags. Some of them actually praised on the fucking Lenin and telling nonsense about how great out “fatherland of Soviet union” was. They could not stand the change. For instance when we became free from this horror union one of the chemistry teachers started drinking so heavily I vaguely remember her sleeping on the stairs in front of the school. Probably drank til death. Which was pretty common these times anyway. Because not everyone could adjust to new life of freedom, of starting business, of having real estate, of owning a real big farms and way more than 2 cows. Being able to buy car!!! And  now you did not need permission from Moscow to buy a car!!! And above all: you could buy a car that was not Zaporozets, Zhiguli or Moschwitch!!! Good grief! You had freedom to leave the island for the first time in life without permission, without registering your travels, within our own country!, at the militia station!!! Imagine that!!! All those changes for sure were hard on many. Most of them got used to the generous life they had. After university they were sent by the orcs to some destination over the “great fatherland of soviet union”, given job and given accomodation. Usually by kicking out local owner of the house. Ofcourse the orcs liked it. Everything was free. The locals who were kicked out went to live by relatives or such. So we had those bastards in our country aswell, who then, ofcourse, demanded we speak Russian. This was to kill our language. In some occupied countries they even burned all schoolbooks that were in local language. And brought in books in Russian. With modified history :). As far as I know that book burning happened in Ukraine and in Lithuania. Maybe we were partly saved because we are one of the smallest countries that was occupied by orcs, hence we were not that much of a threat for the “great soviet union”. So some traitors who were praising the great occupying forces obviously hilghly disliked that we became free from occupation. All the same year, Estonia, Latvia, Lithuania, Ukraine got rid of the bastards. However, them bastards did not leave. Many of them were obviously settled here like fucking jews (and wannabe jews without ANY jewish blood miles ahead) in Palestine. Just like in Palestine. Given or just took our homes and settled as fucking cockroaches. The name for the orcs who settled here taking our homes was, yes, you guessed it right, cockroaches! The milder version was “onion” or “cebula” or “luk” in many languages we used this to talk about occupiers. They only now found out we were using these names because, hold on, they never learned our respective languages!!! So we could speak about them right in front of them, talk shit about them, and they would smile, them cockroaches! Hilarious! And they tell even today they had no reason to learn because all the occupied (note> they call us “rescued people”) people spoke in Russian. Today some old bastards who have visas to live in Latvia are being sent out of the country because even after living here for more than 40 years!!!! they are not able to speak more than 2 sentences in Latvian. Yes, they scream on the border that they have given whole life for Latvia, lived, paid taxes, made home, and we smile, we all smile and congratulate Latvia for having balls. Finally. At least one of us has balls. I hope our country also finds some. Soon.

    I sure can yap hours about orcs, stupidity, arrogance. I need, yet again, learn something new. I must learn to ignore these. Ignore in order to save my own nerves. As me yapping does not change anything except takes away my energy. I despise stupidity, and I despise lies, thiefs and arrogance. Those 4 cover the main characteristics of our government. I have to ignore this shit and leave. It’s embarassing how blind we are, or, how we just turn the other cheek in silence. French would be on streets years ago. Polish would have flooded the ministries and government with shite long ago. We do what exactly? Let me tell you. The legend of us ever being rebel. There was a man whose wife died, cow died and the german lord told to the guy he owes him 50 more barrels of wheat…. The guy agreed not, was infact mistreated, went behind sauna, hit the wall with his fist and said out loud: FUCK! And went on to scrape and borrow the 50 barrels of wheat for the lord.

    I wish we would not go behind sauna.

    Love and all,

    Stay cool and warm!

    XOXOX

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  • 89 waiting

    Suffering artist creates something. 

    I am not suffering so nothing comes out 🙂

    Let me tell you. Saturday and Sunday we had heavy rains, strong winds and cold weather. And you can guess what was today, on Monday, when commoners go back to their surviving modes called work…. Yes, you guessed right, bright sunny day! 

    So today is Thursday, for some 40 more minutes and then it’s Friday early mo. I took on a task and diluded one bottle of prosecco with my saliva and I must admit it worked. Hence I am here writing. Today we had snow. On 18th of April. Not only here but also in Austria, Latvia, maybe some more countries. The fun part is that part of our carowners have already changed the tyres from winter tyres to summertyres as the wintertyres are not allowed after …. I guess after 31st of March. Well, forbidden are the ones with pikes, not the ones just plain rubber. I don’t use the piked ones so I have no worry. Last year I never changed my tyres to summer ones and that in the end is just expensive and a tad dangerous on high speeds. Because the tyre rubber mixture is different for hot and cold season. Winter tyres are wider and softer to keep you smooth on the snow and ice. So by the end of August my wintertyres that I kept on were like the slick ones used for speedracing on superbikes 🙂 without ANY pattern! Luckily no police stopped me ad I am, in fact, perfect driver, so I feel my car well in any conditions. So we have to change the tyres back to winter ones by the end of October I guess. Whatever the date and time is I carried with my totally smooth slick old tyres to the last minute and changed to winter ones. Those winter tyres I now have on and that is why I was not much worried today when the fucking SNOW started it’s routines out of the blue. Yet, you know, you have to watch out for all of the other drivers who might be having the summertyres already. Because those cars have the tendency to ignore the driver 🙂 and go about the day the way they want. So within the day there were quite many accidents on the road. I myself saw on truck and trailer went through the barriers and was diagonally over the road. Luckily still standing and nothing but some hot lashes for the driver. Spring is also rather difficult time for any driver here as the animals are on heat and just last week one of my acquaintance caught deer on the way to home. Sort of lucky and sort of not much lucky for the deer tho. Deer bull died of the impact, but the car was not a passanger car but huge truck. So truck had just the minor things with the front. Not even radiator broke, only some plastic things. Sorry for the horny deer tho. After such accidents you still have to call out police so the insurance will pay for repairs. It is also recommended by all to keep slow. Yes, we know you are literally mr Schumacher in disguise, but all proper drivers keep a lot slower at night than allowed. Exactly for the reason of horny bulls jumping onto the highways. At night especially. But that is probably more valid for countries where is alot of forests and such. Yet we have encountered deer and moose in our true city centre, the centre of capital! We have part of our capital that has wild boar living in, that is one peninsula, some poor 2 kilometres from my place actually!! It’s also a peninsula where seabirds are under protection, some Natura or whatnot program. Nature preserv, nature park or how you call it in English…. So as no bird can be hunted or even scared off in spring as the nest there, also the wildboar quantity grew without nobody noticing until…. and yes, you guessed right!!! Until harsh winter came and they ended up having no food on this peninsula. And imagine that horror experience of the one and only business ran on this peninsula, the nightwatch of the watercleaning station. Imagine you just go to your nightshift, start at about 20.00 in the eve, all the way to 8 in the mo. Your duties is to check the perimetre of the “cleaning factory” which consists of some 10 huge barrels that are standing up and some more buildings and all around those buildings you have some 2 metres high fence. Your duties include staring at the screens on your desk and to make some walking rounds ALL AROUND the premises following the fence. You know, strolling along and trying to notice anything weird. So the 62 years old guard put on his jacket, did not bother with hat, nor taking his mobile phone and went along for the stroll as he had been going for the last 13 years or so. He figured he will be fast. It was not that cold, just – 9C. He figured he will give a quick stroll, come back, have a tea and stare at the screens for another 3 hours. 3 hours was the time after which he had to take another stroll. 

    As he figured he was about to do his fastest round. 

    He went out, followed the fence to the left wher is nothing important. But the had to check it. I mean, who on the right mind on earth would ever consider trespassing water cleaning station?? The shite cleaning station?? Because that is what it is! It’s all of our capitals shite running into the huge barrels and then being processed into clean water, piles of shite, some dirty water and what not. But it certainly has no value for common thief!!! Well, the procedures demand a stroll. So he went. He was able to get 150 metres away from the office when suddenly out of nowhere whole cattle of wildboar gathered literally around him. He is no dumb. He was well aware of the harsh weather this winter and guessed immediately that those 30-40 wildboar were hungry as fuck. Because they NEVER come close to human. Yet there they were. The cleaning stations specifics were somewhat strange featuring viewing platforms with  25 metres of height. Luckily one in each corner of the plant. So one was just some 10 metres away and that’s where he needed to go. He backed off towards the platform. Climbed the ladder-like stairs and …. yes, was stuck up there for the next 9 hours wihtout phone, wihtout hat, without gloves, without hope. 

    The wildboars never left. They waited. They had nowhere else to go or to be. The cuddled up waithing for their dinner. Or breakfast. He had no phone, no nothing. AND there is NOBODY checking on this plant at night. Because why would they as there in NEVER anything going on. The next shift is coming for 8 in the morning. So he had to survive roughly 9 hours. He had no exact clue what time it was but he could have guessed pretty accurate. 

    He was found in the moring on the viewing platform, sleeping. Or dying. He was barely alive. Taken to hospidal immediately he survived to tell the story. Initially nobody believed him because yes, everyone knew there were wild boar on that peninsula, but nobody had faintest idea how many. Last they knew were 7 adults that they counted. Imagine the surprise when they realised the adults were in fact mostly females and the one lucky bastard became a father for 50+ times over few years. City council had to get hunters in and eliminate majority of the cattle. They declared 41 wild boars caught. I mean killed. 

    This peninsula was and still is one of the two city beaches we have 🙂 and it’s used to max every “beachable” day in the summer. Again, the boar are safe and they do not attack people in general, especially in summer when there is plenty of food. So we go to beach every chance we get. I have seen the boars “home” in there once when I went around the peninsula on bike. First I did not see it per se, but boy I sure smelled it!!! That stink is beyond explanation. Come around and I shall show you!

    Tuuduluu for now, stay warm and safe.

    Off to sleep now as tomorrow is one last workday this week.

    Love and all

    XOXOX

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  • 88 random thoughts that are not that random

    Just saw some old video in Youtube, some cut of Pirates movie, and it hit me. Hit me how sad it is that we look for happily ever after and most of the people never find it. It is just some sort of facade, a circus, a trial in different lengths. Either a year, two, a decade perhaps. Then the last drop makes the hurricane and what initially might have felt like happily ever after turns into a shitshow. A turd on the bed. There is a study carried out, or actually, we all know it by heart: you can tell if the person you meet for the first time if the person is bad or good. Instincts don’t lie. We just choose to believe a person is good. Or close one eye in hopes the faults are just minor peanuts. But the nuts are big! A whole nutcase! Now when you think back, I am sure you have felt immediately if person fits you or there is something wrong. Apparently kids recognise the “shite” and the smaller kids actually say it out loud if they feel something fishy. We just ignore them and hope for the best. Which is also sort of a fair thing to do because people can change. But, on the core level, never change. The main characteristics remain forever. For instance I know I can never work for someone, take orders, because I know myself. Any stupid thing I would be told to fulfill I would send them to hell. Or, imagine, someone 20 years younger happens to be your “boss”. Ridiculous. Or even 20 years older but dumb as a brick!!! No, that’s not for me, thank you.

    I can’t take orders from someone since I have seen life way more than average person. I survived horrible amount of abuse, beaten up until bleeding, left for dead, rotting alive. Only thing missing was the worms eating away my flesh. All that when I was 3 years old. That lasted for 1.5 years. And that was not my home, not the home on the island, no…. My real home on island was what would be called “normal”, hardworking parents, siblings, heavy duty farmlife, but also heavy duty alcoholic as my father. Left home in order to survive when I was 13. Lived on the streets in northern European harsh winters, slept on the stairs of abandoned houses. Dreamed of being homeless in Italy as at least it’s warm! Imagine that. Teenager dreaming of being homeless. Worked three places, lied of my age to get to work in a bar. That time it was possible because we did not have computers yet, all documents were on paper and I was pretty good in creating fake documents. That time documents had stamps on, you know, the usually roundy blueish violetish ink thing to provide proof that the document is real. Well, you need boiled egg to copy that stamp. Here you could work with alcohol when you are 18 years old. So I changed the year of my birth on my documents, painted my eyelids green and stated I have been working in bars for two years already. Which was true actually as I started to work in bars when I was 13 :). So work I got. I had to find the place to live too. I spent some nights under the kitchentable in the bar where I worked. Then broke into attick of theatre, nice find! It had mattress there but I had competition for this place as one homeless guy also knew the place and he worked in this theatre so he had advantage. Washed my bits in the bars kitchensink. Or the toilet in cinema. Cold water. Nobody had heard of warm water in public restrooms! 

    So when someone tells he or she has hard time as daddy does not pay for the university I do always have a huge bellylaugh, sometimes for several days. And apparently I will have no further contact with this person. 

    I have been busy prepping my garden for the season. It was grand plan as always until it started to rain. It has been raining two days now. You know, Saturday and Sunday, the days off. The only days off common people have. To make sure you do not get your garden work done. On these occasions I sometimes find myself thinking there must be some greater being fucking up our plans. I have learned throughout my life not to be stupid and make plans. I still tried today to get some gardening done but only managed to get some tulips into pots and that was it. I also heard some big animal splashing into water in the garden. I have sort of a lake there and there is stream going out of the lake. So my terrace is by the stream and as it was raining cats and dogs I went to do the tulips in the terrace under the roof. I heard huge splash and saw big waves but even standing still for several minutes did not get the animal fooled. So I can bet it’s the otter that I have seen before. This bugger ate all my fish and crawfish that I brought to the lake. And he, or she or it?, is huge! I wonder now if I take some herring for him, would he eat it? Fish is a fish, tho herring is saltwater fish and he lives in freshwater…. I sure hope it was not beaver now again. I shall see around the trees next time when it’s not raining like that. Beavers already built dam behind my sauna, them buggers. Thankfully they did not like my buildingactivities much and most of them left upstream. I know that because my neighbour complained they have built dam upstream next to his farming lands so it sort of resulted in some destroyed crops. Fuck this farmer, he uses chemicals that come all the way down to my lake. So he can just fight the beavers. 

    I briefly looked into casting agencies but could not figure out who might be looking for blonde european or russian evil chick for next blockbuster film. Or german. I can easily play tortured artist in some 7 languages, or menacing evil russian bandit, or slowmoving finnish wild woman skinnidipping in one of the thousands lakes. Without accent. I guess. That’s what the original speakers tell. I hope they are telling truth and not just being kind :). As I plan to move closer to my dream country from the days I was homeless I have been looking at Italian and French dictionaries aswell. I mean that is how I learned English, my 5th language. When I was some 17 years old I worked in building materials store, in wallcovering section. The bosses there had one expensive book, the Oxford dictionary. I “borrowed” it for several weeks, in the evenings. Read all the words from A to Z once. Then wrote out the words I wanted to use and in two months time I graduated the school with honours, after completing national exams including Physics, Chemistry, German, Russian and English with A or A+. So if I could pull off English within 2 months, I think I can pull off Italian and French just as that, and later Spanish too. I actually hear italian or spanish language and I understand some of them, because the roots of the words are similar in German and English. Same with Swedish and Dutch, for my ears that is…. Some years back I was frequently in Amsterdam on working trips and one day, with a little help from Heineken, I started to talk in Dutch with my colleagues :). Not some heart to heart chat, but purely business talk. I was as chocked as they were 🙂

    I should manifest the language skills finally bringing in some bacon! So, anyone, please let me know where they are looking for me!

    Now it’s about midnight now. Gotta hit the sack as Monday is inevitably coming 🙂

    Can’t wait to get to Nice and Cannes!!!

    Stay warm and cool!

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  • 87 prepping for summer!

    I am in trouble. Big time. I must say I am dissapointed in myself. I made a promise to myself to write at least once every week. It’s certainly not that now! And I know why! It’s the spring. Spring, when everyting else is more important. Literally everything. I mean garden, sunshine, vitamins, dreaming. Every day in garden takes a day. Once I get home I have to prep dinner and then without myself noticing it’s again 23.00 and time for bed. Especially when it’s workweek. I mean I do not work every day but even so I try to use the “active hours of humans” to get my stuff done aswell. It still does not work always, but for instance I got my lawnmower serviced and that was a big thing. Last year I lost 2 weeks on this as there was some spare part that needed to be changed and while waiting for this spare from Italy all the grass in the field this particular lawnmower works grew up to 30 centimetres high. Which, of course, is too high for the lawnmower. It’s the robots as we call them. Not the machine you pull or push or handle in any way. Those are the ones running independently. I have one from Italy and it’s Ferrari red and sometimes annoying italian attitude. Imagine with the accompanying handgestures robot yelling: it iiiz a too higha of a grasssssaaa for miiiiahh! Somehow I hear it saying “puta”! in the end. That’s not in italian. Maybe my lawn mowing robot speaks Spanish too. Like I swear in Russian most of the time. Not in my mothertongue, nor English. Russian is best for swearing. Juisy. The only good thing they ever brought to us or to the world. Swearing.

    So the robot got its bits serviced, all shiny and happy. Now I took it back to the cottage and let it run for a while and then noticed it got stuck by the lake. Apparently the waterlevel is so high that it covers the robots tracks. Unfuckingbelivable. So I took it off its tracks for some time now because after the high waters go away there is like half a metre space not being mowed by robot. That’s how high the water is now, roughly 15 centimetres higher than in the summer. I wish I fixed the bit where my tiny  waterfall is because then I would maintain the high waterlevel all summer long. To some extent at least. But now it’s running wrom the side of the dam. Water made its way from the side. And EVERY fucking year I think I have to fill the part that water has taken away. Yet it’s still and again not done. Now the gap is so big it looks like the high water will take my bridge away soon.

    But I worry not. I had 3 days in cottage while I was cleaning and cleaning. Stupid things just laying around, like metal bits that came out of the grounds when I was doing the flowerbeds. Some strange bits made by the blacksmith some 200 years ago. Or later. I can only say those odd bits are handmade, not bulk manufactured. So I have some of these metal bits still that I don’t really want to throw away. As it’s history. I think I will put them on the wall in some place together with the tens and hundreds of horseshoes that came out from when I was digging the floor out inside the cottage. I saved some 50 of them because one point it was too ridiculous to save them. There were hundreds and hundreds of them! Apparently the blacksmith threw the ones he did not like right into the ground next to his working station. I mean there was literally no solid ground, just horseshoes! I hope there was enough of horseshoes he liked!!! Because I sure would be pissed off if everything I made in a day or in a month ended up scrap!!!

    So I have one major thing done for the cottage for the summer. I also have the plants growing. Put some veggies and flowers into pots in February already! Nuts, I know. A tad early, I know. But let me tell you – I rather be a tad early then a tad too late! Last year I put my potatoes into ground only on 1st of JULY! Not even Middsummers, JULY! And I have the most generous dirt in my cottage and it gives the tastiest crops ever! Today re-potted the tomatoes. Some of them. As I did not trust all of the seeds would be successful and growing I ended up having tad too many plants. Now I will do some more potting tomorrow and all the excess plants I will give to neighbours or friends with some garden. I shall be friendly 🙂 and generous! Which I am always. Just figured I can brag too once in a decade :). I usually am modest tho. Just once before in my life I have said: “I told you!!!” and I was pretty sad because the reason I said it was not nice. It was a sad occasion of my sis realising her marriage was stupid mistake. Now I know love is blind. Tho it’s not love. It’s mostly lust. We just don’t know how to explain it so we call it love. I am 100% sure it’s not love. It’s nothing but hormones. Let me tell you! At 15 years old I decided I have found the love of my life. Or, he found me actually and I decided that it will be for the rest of my life. He was blissfully unaware of anything I was thinking about because we were busy “sexing” and no words were said during sex. So most of the time we were not talking for obvious reasons. And when we were talking we were slightly drunk and partying. It was time just about when first mobile phones were 3 kilos each and looked like bricks wiht some wires and handle. That means we were not talking on the phone either because I was barely at home and I am sure he did not call his lovers ever. That time. His lovers were calling on his mobile phone, yes. He had one of the first mobile phones on the island. As he was police chief, criminal police officer. Not the mundane stuff like patroling the streets, oh no. He was the guy investigating murders and stuff. Which happened on the island too every now and then. Mainly it happened when some drunkards decided to split the heads with axes or so. Over the drunk loose lady that seemed to be fit for marriage. In their eyes, that is. She was just a working lady. Without taking money as that were the poor times in ex soviet country and she just wanted some vodka and a chat. It’s the men who figured that would be a good thing to have a woman running the household. You know, the strange drunken dream. That sort of sitting and drinking once, at least, ended up the two guys actually killing the woman. The stupid drunkards did not even realise she died. Put her to bed to rest. Only realised two days later she has not moved. I mean…. may they all rest in peace. 

    On the island we have at least one, one, clearly and visibly inbred guy. He is my age and he was in school with all the “normal” kids as we don’t have any special facilities on island and probably nothing on mainland either (today that is, soviet era we had the nursing homes with metal beds for the elderly where they put those strange kids with mental challenges too). But he remained on island. So the story goes brother and sister had a go and then he was born. Sister was a tad QQ in the head too and had no clue of what was going on. I assume brother was same way. So they had son and he is still strolling around. His particular features are open mouth and constant walking. He never stops. I never heard him speak either. Today he is still walking, walking, walking. Our own Whitaker family (see Youtube) tho we don’t know who his mother or father are. Probably, well, the council or teachers know but let’s be honest: nobody else needs to know as sure as hell nobody can do nothing about this situation. 

    So I have been planning in some more detail the escape from this country I was born in. It sits right next to Russia and I have no will to sit and wait for them orcs to kill me, my family or my friends. Dreadful thing is – a lot of our people have left already. A lot. Never before was it so public. Now it’s allower the social media, news, Facebook, Insta, TikTok even. Even TV show called “Our new life in Spain” or something. Few of my friends, not the closest ones obviously, have sold their homes and left. Admitting they have done so in fear of war. I am afraid of war too. Even with NATO, which is the institution to cool down the believers. The fact is, if Russia attacks us we would be over and done with within 12 minutes. That’s the time it takes for bombardiers (what’s the word for planes with bombs?) to cover the distance from the border to our capital and to bomb the city into ruins. And we have nothing to fight it with. And by the time we wake up (if we wake up) we would have no planes, no ships, no cars to escape with even. Today closest NATO airforce is some 1000 km away. And in the end…. we are so tiny country and nation nobody would even notice we are all gone. 

    Today I was on Zuccheros concert. He sure can sing!! Just like 30 years ago. Nothing has time done to his vocals. Damn, he is good! First row as always, seat 16 this time. Next week is another concert. Tanita Tikaram. Yes, I am oldie :).

    Another thing I would like to get done is Bruce Springsteen concert and AC/DC concert. They are touring Europe. And I am poor. I just tell myself that some dreams are not meant to become true. Again. Even tho I suppose the singer for AC/DC is Axl Rose I would really love to go. Axl Rose can take more octaves than Mariah Carey. Just so you know. He has the widest vocal range on earth probably. At least in sort of pop and rock and roll music.

    But above all I am determined to get the hell out of here withing one year or so. So this May I will be cruising Cannes and Nice for inspiration. Luckily I am not that poor this very moment so I get the plane tix to Nice and hope for the best. Maybe will get to northern bit of Italy too but I am focused on Nice. For whatever reason. It is set in my head that this is my future. I speak 7 languages but not French. Imagine how pissed I am. Knowing all the languages but the one you need. Just realised that. I only got use of my language skills once in my life. When I applied to one German company and the hired me right next day for knowing German and Russian, one being their “homelanguage” and the other being their target country for business. Other than that I also, let’s be honest, got pay increase for each language that I could take exam to a sufficient level. So I ended up being best paid worker in this company. Let me tell you – even tho the cash is nice it is not nice place to be when your colleagues, especially the senior ones, find out your salary is higher than theirs!!!

    So off I go for today. 

    Johnny, see you in Cannes?

    Let me know, write me an email here!

    XOXOX

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  • 86 another try for spring

    I was pretty dissappointed in myself last time when I realised I have not done blog writing as promised, at least once in a week. I do have things to say and write but I tend to forget them. You know the things that happen that are either very funny or strange or some other way relevant, once you calm down you have thousand other things to do but write.

    Today again, to our pleasure, sun came out at about noon. I thought this will last just some minutes. But no! All the way up until five afternoon. Could not even do any chore I had in list, I was just enjoying the sun. Soon, very soon, we all will sort of melt out of comatosis state and start moving faster and more and very soon we start to notice bad weather which becomes rare. Like rain. You know when people are always not satisfied. So this will continue. If we have one week bright sun we start to worry about crops and watering plants. Which is, again, work and cost 🙂 Never satisfied! 

    Enjoing silence. This topic came out with group of people I chat online. Turned out most people miss silence in big cities. And most people enjoy silence when they can get somewhere silent. I mean the expression was that they enjoy the sounds of nature while sitting on terrace or strolling in forest. I realised how blessed I am because I have all the silence ever possible. I hear some activities only mere hour or so every day. Most of the time it’s silence. Or, sounds of nature. I don’t count the screaming seagulls as bad sound or noise even though they are right by my window and boy, they are a loud bunch. Seagulls are part of the silence we talked about. Good kind of sound. Because they are not here every day. They usually come when it’s turning into storm on the sea, so they literally hide from heavy winds here on the coastline. The bad bit is when some idiot feeds them with white bread. Those twats! Either they are illiterate and stupid or doing it with excellent knowledge that some of the birds are destined to die after consuming “manmade” food. Either way I tell those twats off if I see them and catch them on this act. It still amazes me how people that dumb managed to live to be 60, 70 or even 80 years old!

    I also found out people who work in some office or some noisy place for long days tend to come home and sit in the car for ten minutes to half an hour just to acclimatize. I really thought it’s just my genious though to sit in the car in silence!! I also drive in silence after long day of all sorts of loud sounds and shouting and things like that. I feel it is the same pleasing and quiet and comfortable in heaven. I know it is because I have been to heaven of sorts once. It was very pretty, soft and warm and all surroundings were like soft warm fog. No tunnels. Or maybe there was tunnel but I did not get to go that far as I was brougt back to life. So whoever worries what’s it like in “there”, don’t worry. It’s nice. And quiet. I liked it there. I was really peaceful and living in a bliss for long time after this. And I still am calm when these thoughts come to mind. I am no more anxcious or worried. But I still want to better my life, especially the physical part. So soon I go to browse in life some of the possible new destinations for living. It’s in Europe, but in a warmer neighbourhood. 

    I realised people from small countries are many times multilingual. Be it two or three languages, or even more. Not so the US people. Maybe I am wrong, but seems for instance that in my country after the gymnasium kids can manage at least three languages. I myself can manage in seven languages and thinking of taking closer look at Spanish, Italian and French because these are the countries I shall go and investigate in person. I have some basic communication study books already, just lazy to actually sit down and go through it. 

    Got my car oils changed today, it’s now purring like kitten should! Or maybe I am delulu, but sure sounds and moves a lot better. Now soon we can change tyres here, I think in April or so when snow still can come but we are pretty much professional rally drivers here so driving with summertyres in snow is day of great fun and excitement! I actually wish for snow to come when I have summertyres on 🙂 so I can have some fun driving around. The people who don’t risk driving in these cases stay home so the crazy ones have all the space in the city to drive around with front tyres going one direction and arse floating from left to right as it pleases. I unfortunately have 4WD, but I still have some tricks to get the side of the car going first. Just realised this year I did’nt get to go on ice to draw some donuts with my car, what a bummer. What was I doing all winter? 

    Will prep dinner now. Today I am early here writing because I slept until ten in the morning, barely got out of bed to take my car to oilchange. Took car to garage and came back to sleep!! These bursts of sleeping in comatosis state like being are the sign of spring. It is a way of collecting power to be up and kicking for for 18 hours straight throughout the summer 🙂 I just love to be lazy. They say lazy people are usually genius. Just saying.

    Your dad is rich and your momma is pretty…. What song is this, anyone?

    Stay warm and cool, everyone!

    XOXOX

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