Winter poems :)

Almost made it to Poetovia :D Almost! (Got snowed in :D )

We made it to the charterhouse... Hermes was signalling us hard - or was just messing with us - you never know with these little fuckers :D  First we stopped to help a woman, whose car got sent off the road and onto snow, and when the wheels finally touched ground a massive spray of muddy snow was sent all over the General. We drove on and saw another car in the ditch. It began to snow some more. We broke the exhaust pipe off the car (now sounds like a Porsche :p ), then finally decided to turn and go see G's parents. I took some pickies of the winter forest :D It was majesty. Once we got home, though, the sun of course began to shine and the roads melted. That's field trips for ya.

Taking it chill this week. G is on leave, though with him it's usually sick leave, as he is one of those alpha idiots who only get sick on leaves.. He's got the sniffles, but of course that's Man Flu, the only illness worse than cholera or ebola, so most of my plans to go hiking over snow-covered wonderlands have fallen through. He's studying, though, and from time to time he takes naps in hot boiling water in the bathtub while I read him Moomins. February 8^th is our national culture day, meaning all museums are free to enter and this time we’ve plans to go check out what Petovia lot have been up to. Rockstar is coming, too, as I think that was the first museum we went to together, some 11 years ago. He was, like, 8 or so :D Partially the attitude  got from the elder women of the last shoot has discouraged me, which is just as well. Winter is not for photos. I’m drawing on. Partially the attitude I got as feedback for the sketches has discouraged me from the drawings as well, but I have such big plans for the payment coming. I just can’t decide! What will it be? A glorious ultralight 1-woman tent? A new camera bag? The other half of studio set-up? Ahhh, so much can go wrong when you plan, so muuuuch! The bank across the street got robbed. I'm watching old silent movies. Like is as usual, bleak midwinter mode.

The dog’s a little sick, too. I think she ate snow and got a tummy ache. She seems to be getting better, but she’s still despondent, bordering on obedient. It’s scary. 

Petovia old castle museum, around a decade ago :D

All the money in the world

Watched All the Money in The World ... I've never hated classical art before. It's portrayed as a villain here. It seems cheap and ugly. The movie tries several times to make you feel something other than disgust for the old man, but it's just not coming. Marky Mark was an odd casting choice - I'd have rather seen anyone else in that role, but everyone else was good. Especially the replaced Kevin Spacey - that old guy was a diiiiiick. We're talking Denethor-level diiiiick. This was such a messed up situation. I dunno how often the word money is used - as the crazed drive that drives Americans - but it's often and I don't know whether it's our socialist upbringing or just ... I dunno, but most of the people I know wouldn't do much for money. There's just nothing I could buy I don't already have with money. What? A slightly newer car? Another dog? I don't really need anything more in life other than more books and more buttons - everything else I know how to make money for or do without (travel, post photos on Internet, chase my idiotic cats around the house when they steal my socks....)

Had I been the woman, in the end, I'd have packed small neat packages of C4 around that fucking house, step aside a little and spit my rage onto the fuse.I guess in the real world donating it all to the museums is just as well. 

Romain Duris was great, though. I haven't seen him since Populaire. He brings it.

Take one well-talky nutjob, followed by lots of morons, make some babies and add guns. Shockingly, it all burned in the end.

Watching Waco. It's waco.

The general, having now taken apprenticeship with his father, is starting to go to apitechnical lectures - stuff you kinda need to know so all your bees don't die.
      It was great. We drove - his dad, G et moi - to an old castle's renovated stables, where they now have a near-border centre for cultural and agricultural development, to listen to this guy talk about how to handle the bug that's been killing the bees these past few years - the Varoia Destructor. He started the lecture by saying lotsa young hipsters these days buy a couple of hives and play at being beekeepers, but know butt none of how to actually work the hive around the year and end up simply producing the abundance of the lethal parasite, which then spreads to all their neighbours.
      G and I sat there, thinking fuuuuuuuuck.
      It was a two hour lecture, and a great way to make you understand even now, way in, we know almost nothing about what we're doing. It's good G's dad is a 40-year veteran of this kind, because even he is amazed of all the new things you learn every time.
       The lecture was actually really good - he had this PowerPoint with funny, illustrative memes, stressing some stuff. Like a very thin lady, saying 'a bee like that in the start of winter will only last you until the new Year's dance'... and a photo of a pleasantly rotund lady next to her, and he said: 'But this, fat winter bee, this will bring you well into a healthy spring next year' ... :D
      This makes me a winter bee.
      We're thinking of moving a couple of the hives to pastures where my parents are - there are no beekeepers in those parts and the bloom is abundant. I know I don't want to take care of them on my own, I am not ready, but I'd love to add an observational hive to the lot and just allowed them to exist...

... In hopes of not ending up with a nest of fatal parasites.

Poor mum. She'll end up being the only one constantly stung for sure :D

I almost did a good deed today … But then I panicked. An older man was at the store in front of me, buying a very small piece of chicken meat… In fact, he asked the butcher to cut the small piece in half and then wrap up the smaller half. I stood there, thinking of the time we were so fucking poor that at the end of the month we ate old potato our parents gave us. I twirled a 2 euro coin – the price of the chicken meat – in my pocket, thinking what to do. I had three options.

1 – slip the coin into the man's pocket. But. Someone could see me and think I was trying to pickpocket the poor guy.

2 – tap the man on the shoulder and say – excuse me, sir, I believe you dropped this. But. He would probably argue in honesty and then someone completely different would insist they were the ones who dropped it.

3 – I could pay the man's tap in advance at the cashier. But. The woman at the cashier – I’ve had bad experience with her before and I didn't think she would either understand me or do as she promised…

So …. Thinking of the words ‘no good deed goes unpunished,’ I let the moment pass.

:/