of sun

23.03.2012

It's been a long time, I know. I'm alone again, but not in my heart.

Finally there's sun, and bird's chatter. The wind still gives me shivers, but it's smell carries the promise of Spring. Soon I'll be digging in the garden with my Aunt, in order to plant various new floral specimens. There are vegetables to be sown. I'm thinking of Summer and it's possibilities. Where will I go?Decisions are yet before me.

For the last two weeks I was rather distracted by the arrival of my loved one, therefore was unable to create to such extent as I normally do. I started to work with felt again and found another place to "exibit" it.

Yesterday attended a memorial mass for my sweet, departed  Bro. It's been ten years since he passed away. I felt highly uncomfortable during the whole time in the chapel. Despite the fact that O. was by my side, I couldn't help but to produce a heavy sigh of discontent every now and then. Listening to a catholic priest is a pure nightmare. This man had nothing to say but admit that Death is inevitable and there's nothing we can do about it, BUT there is life in JESUS!! Kingdom of heaven is our only true target and we should eagerly wait for it's coming!Surely my Bro would be overfuckingwhelmed seeing this whole spectacle being held every year in honour of his memory.
After flat sermon, some incredibly humble nun with a moustache came to sing a song with a high voice. Song was almost direct repetition of words already uttered by a priest during his "speech". This is how brainwashing looks like. They talk about the same bloody thing over and over again until weak and feeble take it as a ultimate truth. Was bored to death. I think I can't take more than one mass of this type every ten years. Actually I'd prefer never to be forced to take part in such event EVER AGAIN.
Then, at the very end someone was playing a trumpet, quite skillfuly. I couldn't shake off image of a pinguin playing on it. Later on I found out It wasn't nun but some guy- supposedly 'first trumpeter of Białystok'.
And for the whole time some saint looking nun was eyeing us all from the big picture above the altar. I liked the clouds of the stormy sky over her head.

O. looked quite relaxed until we went to a stone to light a hearth. Sadness got the better of us.

Speaking of the dead-there is a splendid cementary in Suprasl. If it wasn't for the weather, we'd stay there longer to snoop around...

of grinding cartilage and GMO

My knees!!
Don't know if all the nightmares I have had in the past about me having enormous problems with simple walking aren't becoming reality! Must act.

Past few days-making fairy. Came up with an idea for wings-it seems to work. Started another fairy-this time a kneeling one. Varnished Cthulhu. Painted the oriole- took me some three hours to finish the painting-maybe I am a natural genius after all...
Yesterday, FINALLY, managed to get to the library and collect my pyrographic works. To my utter surprise, some of my felt jewellery has been sold. It made me happy for a while. Was told that clients expect a little bit more colorful stuff. So I decided to make some more if there is such demand.
 Cold wind and I had just a thin jacket on me.
Generally spent the whole day with O. We dried empty a bottle of cranberry flavoured vodka. Tasted a tad like a coughing remedy but did not wasted us in a significant way. Was assaulted with a toothpick and I made a scene about it. I was bleeding! Well, just one drop, but still!

Also I am aghast by the sudden rise of food prices. Virtually everything is more expensive now than, say, two months ago. Especially in LadyBug-I mean really, how they want to remain competitive? It drives me nuts. Stupid broccoli costs now nearly as much as in any posh fucking food store. I know, I know-the energy to heat the greenhouses, water, transportation costs-it all add up to it. Just don't understand why NOW, not a month ago-when there were hardest weather conditions all around Europe.
It is time to live up the land. With the GMO slowly but surely creeping into our country (it already is in cattle feed for Odin knows how long, so meat eaters devour it without even knowing) there is no other option but to produce your own food. But how?!

For some reason I am still not rich (reasonably, that is).

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ONLY THREE DAYS TO THE ARRIVAL OF MY BOY!!
It was three months not so long time ago...Time flies and sometimes it scares the shit outta me...

Notes:
* must read some book at last. A real one-not out of a computer screen .
*I need a bowler hat. Preferably vintage.
*need to produce more stuff of all kind.
*need to be consequent as it comes to few things.
*need to invest in health ( blood tests and such ).
*must order a photobook to act as a catalogue of some of my works.