Layered potatoes

We're all doing fine. My son's high temperature has gone down.
Here's a recipe for using potatoes.

I would like to draw Lucy's attention to this piece of work. I am unsure as if this dish would be a typical Hungarian meal or not, but nearly all Hungarian households know it and make it on quite a regular basis. It's called 'Layered potatoes':

Ingredients:

potatoes (boil them in their skin and peel afterwards. use same sized potatoes. slice the potatoes, making slices 0,5-1 cm wide.)

eggs (make hard boiled-eggs and slice them)

sour-cream

salt

sausage (optional - I'd rather suggest to leave it out altogether. If you absolutely sure your family can't do without meat, you might add some slices to the dish, but it is unnecessary.)

Making:

grease an oven-proof pot and layer the things in an order of your like. Don't forget the salt.

Add sour cream as you do the layering and add some more on the top.

For serving 3-4 persons, you'd need 10-12 medium sized potatoes, 4-5 boiled eggs and 6-7 dl of sour-cream.

Finally, place the whole casserole into a pre-heated oven. Bake for about 20-25 minutes. It is not necessary to wait until the whole thing dries out.

Some people sprinkle grated cheese on the top of the whole thing but that takes the creamy flavour away. So don't do that :)

water here I come part 2

'll be back on Monday, July 17 at the very earliest.

afterpieces of an out-of-body experience

This Sunday (9 July), I had a wonderful experience. I took part in a meditation, where the leader guided us to meet what is supposed to be our inner and higher self. It was not an extraordinarily new idea to me that our body is not our equivalent. Also, that one has to be thankful for God (Mother Earth and higher spirit, whatever) for having received a body for the fulfillment of one's tasks is also an idea that did not struck me as brand new this afternoon.

What I want to express here is the unexpressable. My trouble is that although many of the ideas presented there and on other spiritual forums is familiar to me, I have hard times verbalizing my experiences, efforts and thoughts. Not to mention that I have a bit of hard times right now - I am trying to reflect on and explain something I find hard to vocalize in my own language, in a language not mine.

Well, it was not my very first out-of-body experience. The thing is one can not be completely sure as the thing s/he felt was a real out of body experience and that s/he really took the journey to those places. I think it's my shortsightedness or lack of experience that makes me feel this way. Had I more expriences in the field, I would able to see more clearly. There's only one way to cure it: more experiences. More relevant reading and studying.

The Sunday journey was so very much refreshing. It filled me up with energy. On my way home, I went afoot. I felt lithe and zippy and somehow out of our present day again. But this time I had a better onlook on things, than in the days of depression. I spyed things from above, from a higher level of frequency. I jumped through water puddles with an awesome grace. My leaps in the air were effortless, yet completely controlled. I felt divine.

I had to walk through a bridge. Through the river Danube, as the event took place in Budapest and I went not to my home but to my MILO's place.

I arrived to the bridge, to one of the oldest and largest of the town. It does not corss the river in a squarely fashion. As there is an island in the middle of the river, the bridge bends and is much longer as it should normally be.

I kept on my happy pace and as I looked around, watching the world as a glamorous scenery around, where I am a free soul, I found my eyesight pondering above the water. The Danube was light brown (filthy from the city) and wide. It whirled around and every here and there I saw serious drifts in the surface. My eyes were set on those abysses (the water is deep here). I felt mesmerized. I hardly could avert my eyes. And I felt falling. Theoretically.

From the fancy heights collapsed I, down to the drift. The feeling was unescapable.

I felt hopeless and down.

I had to take some time to gather myself and walk away. I did not want to jump, my friends. I felt sorry/anger/frustration because water could take my good and high mood away. Water took me off to a lower level of frequency. It had powers beyond me.

I don't understand as I never was afraid of water or of being drowned. Instead, I used to fear of being electrocuted by some electricity short-cut or a broken machine.

Did I have this feeling because I allowed water and all forms of water into my soul? I don't think so as I did not allowed it in - it was already there and I just let it out.

I have to work on it.

Water here I come

Don't worry. I'm not about to let myself into those depressive feelings I had just some days ago. I think I will write another post about that, later.
I went through a crisis, which is over now. Kind of. One has to die from time to time to get a new impression on life, to get new inspirations and initiatives.
So, this is fun stuff.
This is a test I took recently:

http://www.beliefnet.com/section/quiz/index.asp?sectionID=10002&surveyID=62
I was partly shocked and partly relieved by the results. Being a stubborn, material*, a bit (read:quite) workaholic and down-to-Earth Capricorn I always considered myself an Earth person - if there are Earth, Water, Air and Fire to choose from. (violated rule # 2 of the belowmentioned rules). I knew I would not pass as an Air-person.
Yet, I was amused by how much water is in my writing. I use water, water and all forms of water to express myself. Did I say I am opt to use various forms of water in my writing? Not to mention that just recently I had a wonderful experience at a spa in my hometown: I enjoyed swimming.
The result of this test, that is that I am a Water-person might explain all these. I did not use water on purpose to express my melancholy and feelings of numbness. I used it deliberately but not because I thought it was cool or stylish. It's just that water seemed to be the most expedient form of expression.
Not every line of the description of a water person is applicable for me - I'm not good at artistic issues, I mean I do not do any art, but I do enjoy many forms of art. Had I not been one of the shyest person on Earth in my teenage years, I might have ended up with being an artist myself. I am also not an impulsive person: I tend to think before acting.Well, for most of the time. So there. (violated rule#10)
This entry might bore to tears (violated rule#5) those who have nothing to do with astrology and stuff - I'm sorry.
There's one thing I don't fully understand - as of yet. If I'm a Capricorn (Earth-type) and my Ascendent is either Taurus (the bull, an earth sign) OR Gemini (the twins, an air sign) then what's up with this water? Where does it come from? (violated rules # 2 and 29).
This is my last post where references to violations of the belove mentioned rules are presented. I promise :)
Not THE last post in my blog, although I will be away for a couple'o days for a family holiday. We are going with another family to where? You'd never guess.
WATER. LAKE. SWIMMING. LOADS OF WATER.

*explanation for the usage of the word 'material'. Material here is used as a synonym for pragmatic, practical, realistic.

Guidelines for proper writing

Dear all out there, please accept my interrupting my scream of agony and apathy by presenting you with the most hilarious guidelines for writing I'v ever come accross. I found it on a blog, whose author admitted having stolen it from somewhere else, so I don't feel any more need to explain the situation and give credits to anyone. Anyone! Thanks! That is great!

So, read carefully. And learn.

1. Verbs has to agree with their subjects.
2. Prepositions are not words to end sentences with.

3. And don't start a sentence with a conjunction.

4. It is wrong to ever split an infinitive.

5. Avoid cliches like the plague. (They're old hat)

6. Also, always avoid annoying alliteration.

7. Be more or less specific.

8. Parenthetical remarks (however relevant) are (usually) unnecessary.

9. Also too, never, ever use repetitive redundancies.

10. No sentence fragments.

11. Contractions aren't necessary and shouldn't be used.
12. Foreign words and phrases are not apropos.
13. Do not be redundant; do not use more words than necessary; it's highly superfluous.
14. One should NEVER generalize.
15. Comparisons are as bad as cliches.
16. Eschew ampersands & abbreviations, etc.
17. One-word sentences? Eliminate.
18. Analogies in writing are like feathers on a snake.
19. The passive voice is to be ignored.

20. Eliminate commas, that are, not necessary. Parenthetical words however should be enclosed in commas.

21. Never use a big word when a diminutive one would suffice.

22. Use words correctly, irregardless of how others use them.

23. Understatement is always the absolute best way to put forth earth shaking ideas.

24. Eliminate quotations. As Ralph Waldo Emerson said, "I hate quotations. Tell me what you know."

25. If you've heard it once, you've heard it a thousand times: Resist hyperbole; not one writer in a million can use it correctly.

26. Puns are for children, not groan readers.

27. Go around the barn at high noon to avoid colloquialisms.

28. Even IF a mixed metaphor sings, it should be derailed.

29. Who needs rhetorical questions?

30. Exaggeration is a billion times worse than understatement.

And the last one...

31. Proofread carefully to see if you any words out.

Now, which rules do YOU violate most often?

I prefer violating rules 2,3,4,7,11,13,14,17,25,29,31 - and, apart from the last one I like committing such mistakes.

streamlets of light

just as when you hit the bottom, land on the deepest bitterness, you look up and see the light. I spent too many days there and am still unsure as to the lentgh of this lighter period. And I'm not on and off drugs, thanks for the question.

I began taking all past mistakes into account in order to find out where did I go wrong. I counted to two or three and stopped. This is a path that might not lead me anywhere. I did make mistakes, but there are crossroads in life and which is better which is worse - one may never know, and there might not be a better or worse answer to all decisions.

Me not being ambitious enough to try to pursue the carreer I dreamt of? So what? Will I ever know what have I missed - and have I missed anything at all? Me not being daring enough to tell a boy I loved upon his question that yes I would like to go out with him? Me not being confident to tell another boy I loved that hello, let me be your friend? Me not being strong enough to stand up for rights I thought belonged to me? What are all these thing mean? Does it make me better or does it make me feel better if I start ruminate over and over things that might have been, could have been, should have been?

What is in the present that averts my attention and makes me gaze into the past?

If I'm not to die now, what am I to do to?

unnoticed

I breathe deeply. I see things and persons, and events happening. I am within a cloud so full of mist that my vision is unclear. I see things move, hear people speak, I can walk and move my body. I can avoid being hit by a car as I can watch the signs and deep in my brain I know I can not step off the pavement until it's green. I have hard times when I need to speak. As if the body I'm using would be a mannequin (a dummy) and the voice would come from another place. I feel like I'm making the dummy speaking, but the voice is not mine, either.

I have this feeling around me that I am out-of-situation. It has been around me for the past few days. My sights, and perceptions are not very much blurred, however. I just don't really use them. I prefer not using them. I'm longing for a dark room, with the windows slightly open and I imagine myself lying in a bed, dreaming or flying into the unknown.

I would not want to die, not deliberately at least. I'm sensing that it's my karma and I prefer stopping it to making the same mistake again.

The life I am forced to live is something I can not relate to at the moment. By at the moment I mean these days, or rather, weeks. I feel like I'm watching a movie that never ends. A movie I can not really control. Not that I feel the want to control it, either.

I would like to become a handful of sand. I would be blown away and would be scattered all over a meadow. That's what I dream about. I would unite with the Earth. My particles would no longer belong to this body. I would be able to see all the things and cover all the things I do not understand now. I would become a rhythm pulsing around. A heartbeat with no body. I would go high up to tree tops, would land on leaves and would be soaked in the Sun only to be washed away by the next rain. I would drip from leaf to leaf and pour down tree trunks until I reach the level of moss and would be absorbed by the Earth. I would go down, deeper until a root would take me up again. I would become the wind itself.

I want to become unnoticed. I want to be absorbed by the light.

water go away

I confessed my dear part that I find that nothing and no-one makes me enthusiastic. I feel uninspired. I can not live life thoroughly. I feel almost nothing that surrounds me. A bit like a bell jar, thanks Sylvia for the word.
I know what I feel/write is dangerous. I mean what I say. At the moment I do feel like this. I'm sorry. Another moment comes and the feeling will be blown away. I know. It's just that that another moment does not come at this moment.

Sorry to bother you with my sillyness. This is me, like it or not. I'm not trying to be someone else. A bite of angst adds now to the mixture of apathy and dumbness. At the same time I'm as alert as any sleepwalker when awaken by a cold shower in the middle of his or her walk. Nice mixture, isn't it?

Did I just write dumbness? When I meant to say numbness. Nevermind. I am both.

the last day in my job

My dear all out there, I am writing this from another computer. I was unsure whether this post would get into the blog I started in August 2005 and which I became addicted to during the past months. I usually kept diaries. I started writing one around the age of 10-11 and had entriey like: "we had a walk in the city. we cooked this and that for dinner." Quite insignificant.

I developed a habit of writing about things that buggered me the most. Interesting trips, love affairs, school problems and such. Looking back now, the term love affair does not seem appropriate. Matters of the heart is better.

There was a short period when I wrote my diary in English. I tried to express my feelings in another language for the pure fun of excercising the language. More often than not, I failed doing so. I am unsure whether this present diary, where most of my entries are in English, are able to express my inner self at all. I think language reflects our thoughts, our soul and vice versa: if my soul is not an English one I can not express it in English. The language sets barriers to the non-native speakers. I might excel in grammar roles and in vocabulary, and I might even began thinking English thoughts, but - see the barrier right here?

The way I think, the way I see the world in my head is something the English language can not picture as correctly as my own language. It is fun to write in English and I am more than grateful for finding true friends with the help of the English language, but for very serious and intense matters of my life I have to refer to my own language.

If any of you out there, natives and non-natives to English feel like commenting on this please do not hesitate to discuss this topic. Or any other topic :)

So, back to writing about my last official working day in this job.

It was today and I have mixed emotions. Part of me feels like something's missing. Feels void and useless. Sans utter meaning. When we unconnected all computer-related equipment in the office (a room in our house as I work from home) and one by one took it to a car I felt the room so empty. I was looking around and felt I will be moving, too.

I had to get there today and work from there today. I went into a strange house (and by strange I mean someone else's house) and there were the monitor, the mouse and so on - all these things were so MY life in the past 3 years.

I spent 3 long years in a job, where I had various tasks, depending on the amount of money our company had. I found myself to be a workaholic. Yes, I am quite a Capricorn in most areas. I kept record of almost everything related to my company and my tasks in my head. More often than not got I up with thinking about the tasks of that day. And I liked it.

And yet, as I wrote somewhere earlier, it was a very good experience but ... I learned a lot but... I think I learned almost anything in this position that could be of any use in my post-job life and so it is of no use for me anymore. It was good but I have to let it go.

To be honest, my boss (who is fairly new to the company) thought and said he did not need me anymore, because of financial reasons. My job is overtaken by members of his family. He expressed his intention to get me back as things would get smoother. I don't vision my dismissal as a bad sign or as a misfortune.

Let it be gone I say. I think I had to let it go.

At present I enjoy my 'freedom', do gardening and cooking and reading and stuff. And more importantly I rely on my friends, including you to talk things over. Thanks for being here and there :)

I feel lucky to have found this laundry collection. It spices me up somehow. It's like a game.

Otherwise, I am heading a heavy-duty week, my friends. I have to pass my job over to the one who will follow me in the office, but as named office is in MY house, I have to relocate the computer, the email, the ftp, and all other technical thingy, which I like to use, but have a bit of less talent to operate. So, I have to gather my brain cells.

PLUS. I have found a very short temporary OTHER JOB (a translation). It is short and is from E to H, but is due on 3th July.

So I might not see my beloved blog for a short time. I'll be missing you. For a week at the very most.

laundry - two items for a collection

There is a collection of laundry pictures. the whole idea somehow grabbed my attention. Being so simple and un-investigated. For more details, go over to Vickie, to London.

today

Pic 1.: The raw material in crates. Pic 2: The heat and the whistle

we had no getaway. I do not really mind. Instead we are in the middle of making a nice strawberry jam, dh is continuing building a small workhouse in the garden for doing his arts and crafts and gadgets there and also there will be a little house where we can keep hens and a rooster. Oh, for the love of eggs and a good cock-a-doodle-doo at daybreak!

According to the weather forecast and to our average wisdom, June 21st was suspected to be a scorching hot day, we were reluctant to go. We did not know how to get there by public transport as we have no car. We did not want to wait useless hours in unfriendly places with two impatient kids. So we decided to have the day off anyway and spent in at home doing the aforementioned actions.

I will update with photos soon.

UPDATE Pic. 3-4. Various stages of boiling Pic 5: The end.

a getaway

only for one single day, June 21st, Wednesday. We, family and me, are heading to the Mátra hills to do this with some other people:

If I'm not updating on Thursday, do not be afraid :))

Also, I will have to give back my computer to my boss next week, so I'll have to figure out as how to keep on doing the blogging experience. For financial reasons, my work is no longer needed, see also post of Május 5 (-it's worth checking so that you know what I am talking about).

The job I am about to finish... The whole set of new horizons that opens because of my not having a job anymore... Really, I do think I should make use of it. Get to learn something new, get to know my kids better, spend much more time reading and gardening. Much less time surfing the internet. I plan to stick with blogging, though. Like anyone cares, huh? Ok, sorry, maybe. God bless you all out there.

Dear all out there, I was away for a time. We attended a belly-dance evening on 17th June (no pictures) and were introduced to a magical garden of a Hungarian sculptor, Tóth József. He works with wood and he gets his inspiration from our culture and history. His works are scattered in the country. He's somewhat famous. His garden is .... *sighs* .... Just wow. A real arboretum. A collection of all weird trees and bushes from many places of the world. Some pictures included.

In one of the pictures there are members of the Cactaceae family, all neatly planted in rows. In our climate, these can live outdoors from like mid-May to mid-September. Just imagine the amount of work needed to achieve this funny vegetable yard full of hedgehogs (plant out - plant back to house)

Past: memories and events. Sad, maddening, bloody as hell, inspiring, awesome and peaceful as well. Feelings like 'never-felt-God-so-close-to-me' and 'never-felt-myself-so-far-away-from-God' as well. I tend to keep on chewing on past. At the same time, surprisingly, I forget easily. I just can not spare hatred for a 'good revenge'. No revenge is good or justified.

Why am I saying this? A far-away onlooker, a potential friend of mine sad I have to stop digging into my past. He's probably right about that but it's not what my problem is. At least, I have never thought as analyzing the problems of the past would create a problem. I do think that everything has an influence on other things. Things, events, souls are inter-related. No coincidence. So I prefer analyzing to bury problems. There might be a fear inside me of not being able to analyze: remember the tale of the small gnome who gets defeated by getting his name known? that's what I think about problems.

Not very long ago, I talked about a past event (the way my grandfather died) with another friend. She was able to throw a light on things that seemed unexplainable and unacceptable. Guess what - this conversation confirmed me in not believing in coincidence.

And if there is no coincidence, than there is reason.

And if there's reason behind things than it's there to know and name. As the gnome.

At the same time I consider myself a flexible person. If there is reason but I am not high enough to perceive it, than so shall it be. 'Things, events without reason.' Yes I can accept that, too.

not as bad as hell

I might be trying too hard.

Fegyverek / Weapons

nem jó, ha sokáig nem írok, mert mióta nem írtam, sok minden változott... Sok minden, és alapjában véve semmisem... tényleg? Miután hosszan ostoroztam magam érte, hogy miért is nem engedem magam élni, élvezni az élet normális örömeit, elkezdtem lazábbb lenni. Nem annyira az elméleteket gyártani, mint örülni annak, ami van. Ha kenyeret sütöttem, élveztem a kenyér dagasztását, a tészta alakulását, azt, hogy végül lemosom a kezem és beteszem a kenyeret sülni, majd kiveszem az illatos kenyeret, amit én készítettem. Ha gyermekem lelkesedéssel nézett meg egy teljesen hétköznapi legyet, akkor én magam is azt gondoltam: milyen szép és el is vesztem annak csodálatában. Mert úgy voltam vele, ha nem nézem meg, ha nem csodálkozom rá az ilyen dolgokra, akár el is áshatom magam. Minek az élet, ha nem látjuk meg az örömeit?Kezdem felismerni, hogy ha kell, erővel is szorítanom kell magam a békés élvezetekre, mert különben bezárkózhatom a toronyba és hullathatom a könnyeimet. Mindezzel egyidőben persze teljesen nyilvánvaló számomra, hogy a lepkét, legyet, igenis meg kell csodálni, hogy a kenyérsütés igenis örömszerző tevékenység, a napfény, amint megcsillan a harmaton, az is igenis örömforrás - ezek nekem magától értetődő dolgok, mégis... mint egy régebbi bejegyzésben írtam is, megvonom ezeket magamtól. Nem tudom élvezni az életet... csak néha, ha magamra erőltetem azt, hogy letiltsam magamban az élet élvezetének tiltását. Jaj. Mintha én sem érteném egészen.... De az említett tükör-jelenség: nincs öröm. Csak fájdalom van, azzal meg mégiscsak nehezebb azonosulni :)

Az elmúlt napokban tehát igazán éltem az életet: kevesebbet számítógépeztem is :)), a kert, a természet örömeit tapasztaltam. A valódi megtapasztalások felpezsdítettek.

Hogy miért a múlt idő? Mert most este megint előjött, egy kellemetlen emlék kapcsán a szomorúság. Igen, már megint itt kopogtat. Visszaérkeztem tehát mondanivalóm a bejegyzés elején megfogalmazott részéhez: a sinus görbéhez: ahogyan az érzések hullámzanak, amikor a legtetején vagyunk, már érezni a mélységet, érezni, hogy lefelé menet következeik, még a csúcson vagy, annak minden örömével és lelkesedésével és rálátsz a mélységre, ahonnan elindultál és ahova tudod, hogy ismét le kell jutnod.

English:

Sorry guys. I have been lazy these days and I have been gaining experiences regarding the simple pleasures of life, such as baking a bread and working in the garden and getting lost in the beauty of a simple house-fly. I know that these are real beauties and simple joys of life can enlighten one's moments and days - yet: as I wrote somewhere earlier I have a strong barrier within me, a wall that does not let me to have these simple pleasures. As if I would restrain myself from having some good feeling about myself, about my life, about life in general. I pondered about this built-in barrier earlier and have thought about it these days and I, successfully managed to lift this barrier for a couple of days.

It was an awesome experience.

Now, as the evening came, I realized that being on top means not only that you're feeling great and that you can look 'down' into past experinces, and by down I mean experiences of apathy, depression and unimportance, death, even; being on top also means that you know that there will be a down-ride again, you will inevitably return to the bottom of your well and there will be moments and days again when you will be sitting at the very bottom of your soul and will be hearing raindrops beside you, raindrops hitting the rooftops of the world and will be wondering as whether there are such things as Sun and butterflies. I might be sick.

Inkább itt lennék / I'd rather be here

- a sokezer éhes szúnyog ellenére is, igen, itt. / - despite the hundred thousands of hungry mosquitos, yeah.

Date: 28 May 2006. Location: Szt György hegy, near Lake Balaton, Hungary, Carpathian basin, Europe, World.

Nagy élmény volt a Szt György hegy. Ez a kép lefelé menet készült, a legmagasabb pont és a bazaltorgonák között valahol félúton, visszanézve a magasba. Olyan, mint valami elvarázsolt erdő.

The Saint George's Hill was a great experience for all of us I'm sure. This photo was taken somewhere between the highest point and the basalt poles. I looked back to take a picture of this enchanted forest. One would surely expect a hobbit walking out of the green all of a sudden.

Szt.György hegy

Date: 2006 May 28 Location: Szt György hegy, on the northern side of Lake Balaton. These are holdover basalt poles, residues of a former volcano. Hills around here are all former volcanos, in various stages of erosion. Water, wind and elements erode lava rock and this results in these nice formations.

Pictures and more pictures

1. Kép. Szigliget, vár, háttérben a Balaton. Picture 1. Szigliget, ruined castle, with Lake Balaton in the background.
2. kép. uo. Háttérben a Szt. György hegy. Picture 2. Same ruin. Szent György hill in the back.

3. kép. kedves barátunk a háztól keletre. Our nice friend, standing east of the house.

a hero, immersed in his thoughts.

Wish he was here and help me out - but wait, I do not wish that. What my life is my life and no-one can decide instead of me.

Stay in the job I really feel I have not much desire and interest in to go further and if not stay, then - - -

Find a new job (which is just as likely as to get into a trip to the Moon next Friday) or stay at home as a housewife and live my womanly life? Which is more realistic? Which one do I want more? Why do I want so much free time and playing time? Why am I so tired? Why am I so in need of a good getaway?

Oh, wait, I had that two years ago - why want another?

Just joking. I had a good getaway THIS weekend. The second one in two years' time. Pictures soon. Anyone! Anyone? No one. I must seek elsewhere....Do I?

Come, my Taxi driver and take me away.

One of the best films I saw. I love films.

Oh, my, I see ghosts. No joking here. Must get a life.

Through a thin mist of rain, I saw a quick figure running in a blue-gray raincoat. The flowers trembled. Oh, my.

stolen from another blog

A brutal self-survey. Read at your own risk.

I Live: in a small country house with my family and with a nice garden and with a cat who has a male name, but in fact a spayed female.
I Work: as a coordinator, consumer connection, website up-dater :)) - at least now, but...
I Talk: over the phone mush easier than in person.
I Wish: I could fly.

I Enjoy: the seasons, the Sun in the morning, a hot tea, the smile of my children.
I Look: the world through my glasses, though I'm planning to throw it away some day.
I Smell: the Sun in my skin, when it's summer.
I Listen: to the voices of nature more often than not and I do try to hear inner (or outer, as you please, voices, too.
I Hide: my stomach whenever possible. I have an idea that it's big. Some say it aint true.
I Pray: when I'm alone.
I Walk: very fast.
I Write: my blog.
I See: more sins against our future than I can bear.
I Sing: in the bath, during doing the washing up, I sing eagerly and not too badly.
I Laugh: whenever I can.
I Can: be honest to the degree of brutality.
I Watch: dvd versions of good movies at home.
I Learn: easily and forget even more easily.
I Dream: almost every night.
I Want: a lawn-mower.
I Cry: very easily. Give me a sad movie and wet hankies are guaranteed.
I Burn: candles and firewood.
I Read: good books and lots of blogs.
I Love: all those who love me. It is that simple.
I Sometimes: fart in public. there you have it, folks.
I Touch: my forehead when I want to remember something. It usually works.
I Hurt: no-one intentionally.
I Fear: dark rooms, mirrors and the abdomen (stomach part) of insects.
I Hope: I will learn how to treat this gift I received well and not to spoil it away by too much worrying.
I Break: plates and glasses very easily during washing up
I Eat: mostly fruits and vegetables, but I love me some beef, too!! Yummy! I like soups, too.
I Quit: smoking 12 years ago.
I Drink: tea, as hot as it is possible, water from wells and milk from a cow.
I Save: money if I can, but I usually spend every little bit of money I have on me.
I Hug: my husband.
I Play: a strategic board game called "The settlers of Catan".
I Miss: my dog, Niki sometimes.
I Forgive: easily.
I Have: bad moods, bad manners and a good taste.
I Don't: drive, strive to a real carreer, eat fast food, mind my bad grammar....8-D
I Kiss: when I have to. I'm not really into it.
I Believe: in certain things. This single line is not enough for me.
I Owe: my Creators a big deal.
I Feel: tired now.
I Know: reading it through must have been boring for most of my readers.
I Wonder: who on Earth will comment.

morning glory

Location: Magyarország, Hungary
Date: May 23rd, 2006. Morning.
I love how the white flowers glow in the morning Sun. The sky is like a painted background, some baroque-ish canvas hung from above. And just add the scent.

railway...tracks...engines...

Date: May 23rd, 2004.
Location: Budapest, "Keleti" Railway station.
Two powerful electric engines. The railway company uses these for pulling intercities or large, cross-country trains (please note the size of our country, so don't expect some extra heavy-duty engines :)
The one on the left is a Siemens. The one on the right is made in Hungary. Highest speed: 120 km/h. Capacity: 3600 kW. Weight: 116 tonnes. Lentgh: 19,6 m. Each engine of this type is named after a famous Hungarian man, like a great poet or a politician. This one is called ... (=I have no idea).

Egyén / A real individual

Location: Pilis hegység, Magyarország. (Pilis Hills, Hungary)
Date: 20 March 2004. 16:45.

I think I will have to use this particular photo for more than once I like it so very very much.
A tree that stands out of the crowd of trees, and is part of the forest at the same time. A real individual. I am unsure about if this tree is a she or a he. Let me see.
A he-tree.
Not very old, but past his childish years. Had some suffer along the years. Or it's something else :))
- these were just my first thoughts.

fifth dimension

See post of "április 23" -
In the comments section, Fourth Dimension liked the way a lost person is captured. Hers is an interesting approach and I have not thought about that - yet.
In fact, I wanted to capture the trees that seem like two lovers folded together.

ismét itthon home again

köszönöm a megjegyzéseket - thanks for commenting!
I had a wonderful morning at the local experiment and wellness spa in my brand new pink, horrible swimsuit. I can not swim, but I did. And I used the fun-slides more than a woman of my age should, especially that there were so many teenagers around. But, who cares, I did not hurt anyone and I had a good time with my family.
The landscape above is totally unrelated, but is peaceful. I would like to be there where these trees are on that slope, and I would like to feel a gentle late spring breeze on my arms and legs...i would walk in shorts and a white teeshirt there and would like to pick strawberries under the trees.

On my holiday, I also met one of my friends. He used to be my classmate in the highschool years. We had a great evening: I invited him to the theatre and he walked me home. My mother was a bit worried : how comes a married woman stay the night out without her husband, with a grown-up and married man? Yup, my mom's like that. When I told her he was single, she was even more concerned. Funny. I wonder what she would have said had she known what he used to mean to me back those days...bwah-hah-hah....

oh, my, it's getting complicated, I must stop.

rövid szünet

Kedves mindenki!

Szombaton számháború, vasárnap elutazom a szüleimhez a gyerekekkel. Szerdán este esem be. Remélem, sikerül pihennem. Talán találkozhatom néhány régi ismerőssel is. Áldás!

Dear all,

A short break comes as I attend a war of numbers on Saturday and travel to my parents' place on Sunday which is a bit far away from my home. 'll be back on Wednesday evening, hopefully. Take care and God bless you all.

és mi van, ha én töröm össze a tükröt, mondván, hogy nem kell, nincs szükségem rá, elég volt? Képes vagyok erre, van elég erőm? Az utóbbi időben, mint azt mai napon, legnagyobb megdöbbenésemre felfedeztem, legalább 20 évet hozzáadtam saját koromhoz. Ez persze nem egyértelműen a bölcsességben, mint inkább a lemondásban és életuntságban jeletkezett. Nem mintha az idős embereknek így kellene viselkedniük, ez mégiscsak baromság lenne! Mennyi idős ember van, aki méltósággal, életörömét megtartva él, és még tovább fejlődik!

Szóval, mentem a szántóföld mellett lefelé a domboldalon, ragyogó kék égbolt, bodor felhők, a távoli domboldalon mindenféle színű fák, a tavasz illatai, kellemes meleg... és belémhasított a gondolat, hogy de kár, hogy én mindezt nem élvezem...pedig élvezhetném!mert élvezhetném is az életet, csak olykor saját magam ellensége vagyok... - ezt a gondolatsort folytatnom kell még!
and...what if the mirror is broken because I want it to be broken? If I feel that I no longer need the mirror - not that I need it altogether, or do I ?!
Am I strong enough - which means do I really in desparate need of such a change?
At this point I came to realize that the Hungarian and English texts slightly diverge from each other, but.... You guys'll have your ratio of daily boredom here anyway... Just my ruminations over my sinister and my upper self. Just to make my life better.
Cause sometimes I am my best enemy and that is something that must be stopped. That's why I write this post.

As I was flying through a meadow with my bicycle today, when I realized there's more to enjoy in my life than I allow myself to enjoy and immerse into. Why not adore the Sun and the happy, sheep-like clouds over the dark blue sky? Why not enjoy the scents of late spring?
more to continue...

kedvenc játékunk / one of our obsessions