Never say never

I usually am not a fan of technology. 

But every now and then I acknowledge and/or adore the gadgets of our times.

Recently I am feeling down.

I may find (some of) the reasons behind this stage of depression, but these background issues are not what this post is about.

In this depressed mood, I, by some inspiration, have started to read through some of my old posts here.

And voila', I found that these feelings are not unique in the way that I have already had them back in some 7 years ago.

The state now I am in is not unprecedented.

(in a sense that) I do not have some new, really horrific and incurable mental condition.

I am feeling awful, but it is not anything new.

Actually, this finding is a relief.

Somehow.

In a kind of perverted way, I must admit.

Be blessed!


 

point of return

I would fly up, to the clouds and sit on their edges and look at people talk, move and love like ants.
Then I would dive down to run with wolves, kiss the tree and fear a beetle tramping above my dungeon in the ground.
Oh, youth.
But times these days... times are a changing.
The level of the bed stays the same.
With comforting walls around.
Torn.

With the flu I rose to the ceiling, and watched and waited for this to pass.
I was ready to meet the point of no return, if it was not for your arms.
But you were there and so I am here.
For being torn between worlds.
Times are a changing.
For whatever.
 

 

A lazy day

I finished the first version of the article.

I wrote 21,000 characters (space not incluled) on brooding hens, egg selection and chicken hygienics.

I have to shorten it, or make two articles out of it, but still hey, I am ready!

Yay for me.

On the evening there will be a 'Talent Show' at my kids' high school.

My kids avoid school when possible, but I volunteered to take part in the mixed choir for one song.

Yay for us.

It is a short song by Banchieri, for 5 voices (soprano, mezzo, alto, tenor and bass).

The text is translated to Hungarian. Basically it is a happy song that encougares the guests to stop watching the show and doing idle things. It calls for a washing of the hands and occupy the table that is set for dinner.

Actually, ours is the last song at the end of the 90 minute show.

We perform it right before the dinner is served.

Yay for the guests (parents and teachers).

And later on, to finish off the day, we are going to a party to friends to play board games.

I guess this is one of my best winter days like ever.

If only I did not have the flu.

On chicken and articles

Here's some of the music I used to listen to when I was younger, youngish, young.

  

We ran 11 times in January, but then I got sick and the antibiotics I took caused me a pain in my joints. I had to refrain from any unnecessary movement.

Now it's February and I am working on an article.

I wish I did, but I keep doing other things.

Oh, the disadvantage of working from home...

I clean and heat the house, chop firewood, grind seeds manually for the chicken, clean their house, and practically do almost anything to avoid writing the article.

Will I ever grow up?

:)