September

They say that, Saint Mary passed, you've sh**ted in your hat. Midday it's stil in the thirties, but in the morning is another story. Yesterday it was 15, today 11. At 4 in the morning I'm cold.

And there's the smell. Ink on paper, iron on fresh cotton, french toast at 6 in the morning (is it morning, or still night?).

Too any times using the word "morning". Yes, school is back.

stranger

It's been such a long time.
I'm going to relax and write about what's on my mind at the moment. We'll see.

Ducklings

These are S. and K.




















This is I. last summer.

Dear God, please, Help

Right now I'm a rubber band. Not a pristine new one, but one which finds out that one day it will give up. Who's willing to pull some more? Who wants to be the winner who gets the fingers snapped by the old, surprisingly giving up rubber band?

Sorina

At the time I have just ended a very brief dating thing with her brother. Rather a no. They were all working together: she, her husband, her brother, and her father had retired a few years before from the same company.

Six weeks old.


I told her brother how sorry I was when I crossed him some time later. He was growing a bear, as it's the custom after the death of a relative. Men are supposed to not shave for six weeks or six months or a year.


Years passed, they had a son, and now also a daughter. When I was pregnant last time, she told me how happy she was for me to have a daughter, to find out what a little girl means. I changed shifts and we are now shiftmates. This is a nice shift. I had baby clothes from here and there, and one night she brought me a bag of baby girl clothing. Very nice, almost not weared, some things even had the tags on, price reaped apart.


I thanked her, wishing the clothing to be for her daugher's health. A custom. She answered: "Let it be for my little one." It turned on my heelstoward the door. There, it thundered on me.


"What was her name?" "Sorina". Her father's name.

Uncovered

I've left a comment on a blog and I didn't pay attention, it is signed "dj" instead of as usual, thus giving a boost for posting. Maybe tonight.

No news, good news

I said I'd post every day, but of course I didn't. There's so little or so much that happened these days. Next time I'll bring the camera with me. Because now I'm at work.

There's so much that is not clear with big dj's new job... I feel insecure about it, but I still have hopes.

The boys are alright. K has a new teacher this trimester, it seems he likes her a lot. I bought S new snickers yesterday, he was all floored. He took it as a present for his recent birthday.

I. is herself every second.

I'm going to have a quick smoke before working planes. Ploughing...