of travelling

16. XI. 2011
Number of bitten legs- two. Number of victims-one. Not sure really who is a victim here-need Sigmund Freud urgently for this, although I do not know if he was good in animal psychoanalysist. My bitch causes havoc. At least I'm not the one who's being attacked on daily basis-she loves me unconditionally. And yet she tests my patience! Must admit I'm not a terribly patient person, in fact every disurbance during the night, every noise drives me mad. In the morning all my anger fades away, only blood-shot eyes prove that I didn't have an enjoyable night. It should be written on every wall in every city, with bright, capital letters, so it would be impossible to miss the message:" BEWARE OF SMALL DOGS, PEOPLE!". Every cute York or other devilry no matter how sweet it seems to your eyes is almost inevitably psychotic and aggressive. This discovery may come out at the least expected moment, and in consequence lead to great misunderstandings, broken plates, torn garments, spilled liquids and so on and so forth. Fear is behind all this madness. Fear which has found it's lair deep inside those tiny brains.
Ahem...As for travelling, oh yes, I do travel far and beyond the recognisable. My head is filled with confusion. Now I have another thing on my mind- how to satisfy my hunger for people I like/love/tolerate within ONE WEEK. In two cities. Maybe should limit myself only to 3City, but it would be nice to visit B. and have some nasty beverage with ol' gals. And there is an idea of My Riot concert which I should attend to see my Bro performing live and becoming famous and recognisable at last-this is must see- I guess...Shall have to forget about my natural dislike for crowdy and sweaty events as such... Still, Orlando is going to be really envious, especially if I'll manage to get ticket for free and make guys to sign my cd! Allright, will take O.'s copy as well.

I need a plan which I could follow strictly and thus save me trouble. I'll be worn off after all this. 17,5 hours in trains is a final count-if everything goes according to schedule.

Pyrography is still among my favourites, so I'm trying to continue with new projects. Should receive my long awaited gratification this week. Moon Moth flew to its new owner today...

of strange feelings and vaccinations

06.11.2011
 Sometimes I'm not me. It's like I am seeing the World through someone else's eyes. As if I'm under the inluence of some strange, unknown substance. I had this feeling today while walking in the woods with Perekele. Well, I WAS certainly walking, she was running back and forth at full speed. Forgot to take camera again and soon  no single leaf will remain on all those trees! And there are oaks of various kinds, and birches and some black pines at random and alders and junipers. The Wood of the Dead as I call it, as human remnants are scattered there since the last Great War. No precise number of victims is known to the living. Maybe that is why all those trees thrive as they grow on the very fertile soil indeed...Must go there tomorrow and take some pictures to preserve some of these colors and shapes for future rememberance.
  Few days ago I was with Perkele at the Veterinary Clinic to give her a necessary shot and to check her general health state. Now, I must say that the whole procedure of injection was damn tricky as Perkele became impossible to pacify. We ended up holding her down with help of three people (including myself) and had only a split of a second to vaccinate. She bit me too, but did not tear open any main vains or anything. Spent around three hours at the vet as we took Tora and Misiek with us as well, and had to wait for our turn as there was an operation going on (some nasty stuff). And then I went with Perkele to Orlando to pick up my bread. And then we went for a bus and she managed no to bite anyone and uttered only one bark throughout the whole journey. I don't suppose she is eager to travel with me this way-she's much to nervous.

Besides I'm making a moth brooch, which has been ordered by aunt's friend. It's a large, African Moon Moth (http://www.flickr.com/photos/10476849@N08/2483966979/)which looks a bit like a butterfly. Big muthafucka. Almost finished! I think I'll concetrate on insects when it comes to my felt works. I just HAVE TO stick with one thing, otherwise I'll never master any skill. Being just good at something is not enough...

Must express my dissapointment with the whole 5th of November thing as I really did hope that Facebook will perish and therefore bring milions of it's users (including me) back to the bosom of society!
Nah, just joking-couldn't care less for modern society. Have to admit though, that fb is a time thief.

I hope today I'll be able to have a proper sleep-yesterday evening Perkele was banished to spend the night in the kitchen among other dogs, and kept scratching my door which was driving me mad...Am trying to teach her, that my room was her hide-away just for few days and that she must learn how to cooperate with other dwellers of this house. Saw her today asleep with Crybaby (the cat) on her bedding, so I think she begins to settle down.
Speaking of hide-aways: