A blunder

would you cry


would there be something you regret
before you forget
you ever knew


would you see


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E11 – Patience

Brian Hyland’s “Itsy bitsy teenie weenie yellow polkadot bikini”

It was a sunny day and I decided to let her out. Her best friend came along. They wanted to swim in the lake but it was too soon. Spring sun cannot heat the water  up enough for them to go swimming. I hid myself from her, wanted to give her some privacy. Luna made her laugh. Rarely something makes me smile as a sound of her giggles.

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A shoe, hair and a shower

This one I will write without music in the background. I want to hear the voices that need to be heard.

Last week I was in Warsaw, Krakow and Auschwitz-Birkenau in Poland. Why did I write Auschwitz-Birkenau? Birkenau is 3 km away from Auschwitz and was established because they needed more space – some sort of an expansion of Auschwitz. You can google tons of pictures and facts about places I visited. Some are colorful and cheerful and some are gray. I myself snapped a few pictures (zero selfies) too. I will not put them here though.
First thing I read before going there happened to be that after visiting Auschwitz one’s appetite is more or less OK but, after visiting Birkenau, one loses its appetite. I was pretty hungry both in Auschwitz and Birkenau. Appetite depends on both stomach sensitivity and the ability of the mind to block negative thoughts. In addition, I eat to make my time flow faster, to celebrate happy emotions and to drown negative ones. Now that we know where the ability of my stomach to feel hunger in Auschwitz and Birkenau comes from, lets see what is behind a shoe, hair and a shower.

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Came home from work.
Finished nutella (I ate it using spoon because I am not eating flour – flour is not healthy).
Ate a bit of ice cream (chocolate-orange). OK, maybe a tad more than a bit.
Drank a glass of Pepsi (or two, OK, not more than three – probably).
Ate a few PEZ candies (two packs down, 4 to go – they were standing in my cupboard for more than 6 months!!! Mouse obviously wont eat them in time! This is me doing us a favor).
Made plans with my girls to go for a cake next week.

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This picture was taken on Monday (July 11th 2016) on my way from work so the pile isn’t fresh. In the morning when I came to work, it was fresh with a fly flying around it (oh, btw, if a fly is flying, is a bird birding? think about it). During lunch I mentioned the pile to my colleagues. I was wondering whose pile is it and how could anyone (dog? human being?) be so precise without injuring his a*s on the wall. They are accustomed to me and my mind so they even tried to provide me with an answer. One theory was that it is dog’s and since we were eating, one theory was enough even for me. After work I took the pic and sent it to the only female colleague that had had lunch with us that day. She agreed it was a dog, a well mannered dog because the odds of one stepping into it would involve some pretty mystique circumstances.

I had the urge to write about this because I still cannot comprehend how can anyone make that pile without injuring himself. And no, the pile wasn’t made somewhere else and dumped there because I saw it when it was fresh. Someone would left some stains around it. I deleted the pile pic from my phone by accident so I had to ask my colleague if she kept it.

“Thank god she kept it for these three days!”, I can hear you say. Indeed, it is great to have somebody in our lives who is saving our sh*t. Literally. I told her that too because I wanted to let her know how much I appreciate her. Also, I made it clear that me asking for a pic is NOT an invitation to her to ask me why I need it. Again, it is great to have somebody in our lives that is able to deliver sh*t she had been saving, on command, without asking about petty details. Now, allow me to connect this pile of sh*t (Am I talking about my post or the pic? One will never know…) to today’s prompt.Read More »


My 5 year old mouse and me. In the car. On our way to dentist. Radio is playing. News are about this year’s tourist season. I am listening to it with one half of my brain. Suddenly, mouse wants to know something.

“What is this lady talking about mum?”
“She is talking about tourists, a lot of them came to Croatia this summer and many more are about to come.”
“Tourists came? Why did they come mum?”
“Well, they work hard the rest of the year so in the summer they want to get some rest.”
“But why do they come to Croatia?”
“You were at the seaside and you enjoyed it, right?”
“Just like you, they too like our seaside and they come here to have fun and relax.”

He was still very concentrated on the topic. I found the topic quite boring. Finally, he asked,

“But, mum, why do they want to kill Croatia?”

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