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I like Mondays. Now I will finish painting my windows and then go and buy beets for tonight's pytt in pan.
My life has so many facets.
I like Mondays. Now I will finish painting my windows and then go and buy beets for tonight's pytt in pan.
My life has so many facets.
Then came the sun.
And the sky appeared in the water mirror.
Beauty is everywhere you can find it.
There was nothing in the small harbour. Leaking boats and drunken people. A strong scent of seaweed, tar and nubbe. The port had escaped the holiday tourism renovation and flashy boats. Time stood still here and not much had happened in the last thirty years. The fishing huts leaned against each other to be able to stand upright in an increasingly accelerating decay and the once beautiful paved quay was now filled with insensitive concrete where only the paving was visible here and there. A rusty posture that had once been a machine for launching boats towered rusty and twisted up over the harbor as a monument to a once active and successful time. There had obviously once been an active fishing but now lay broken yarn in piles with dirty buoys squeezed like dead fish sometimes tangled. Two older men sit on a bench in silence. Their eyes look out over the harbor from eyes that lie far into faces that have seen a lot of wind, water and strong drinks. They sit still with bodies that hurt. Not much happens when time stops.
I finally had to shut down my social media. So now I have to communicate through my blog instead. No Facebook, Twitter or Instagram. It will be difficult because I really like to comment on current events. But everything has its time and as long as I'm in a political party, I have to stay calm.
But information about new projects and everything else I do has to go through my company instead. Everything I do is digital, so it's going to be great.
I will eat my sausage in peace and quiet. Read a book instead and make mental posts offline.
There was a bit of pride in Second Life. A complete breakdown on my internet has made it almost impossible to log in.
But now it was a little while and the music is just so damn good. Hopefully it will be fiber next year so I can be with much more. Usually a highlight of the year in SL.
I sit in the shadow. The garden is swimming in the sun and the cat had gone to bed in the coolest part of the greenhouse. A cold gin and tonic had sat well but it's only 11 o'clock and it feels too early even for a day like this. Summer and sun is a longing when the snow falls outside and you have forgotten what it is like when the heat makes all the work in the sun unthinkable.
The cat looks up with a sleepy eye. She lies flat in her chair and a paw hangs quietly down probably because it is cooler so or is it a mark of how hot it is. She's good at showing what she thinks in a passive aggressive way. Once she's checked where I am, she turns around and goes back to sleep. She waits for the evening which is cooler and makes it advisable to go exploring among bushes and thickets.
I'll take a picture of her while she sleeps. I don't want to get too close and wake her up when she sleeps so well. She usually sleeps well and it always surprises me when she has managed to take over my entire bed. She lies in the middle. As befits a beautiful lady and I have in my sleep moved out on an edge where I balance while Your Majesty quietly sleeps on completely untouched. There's not much I can decide. The cat has long since seen through all my attempts to take command and usually only makes a min of mild indulgence when I pathetically try to take control of my life. She knows she's in charge and I'm her obedient servant.
Luckily, it's starting to blow up now. The warmth folds slightly for the comfortable breeze. I think it's time for lunch. I feel for coffee and sandwiches. The cat sleeps quietly. She knows that when she is ready for something good, just jam a little and I will bring goodies and a little kel. What else would I be good for?