Some pickies of Ema dancing in the streets of Ljubljana (half of the story of the last three days :)

As nice days go...

Yesterday was a nice day. All of it, for no specific reason. Just a long string of perfectly insignificant, lovely scenes. The General, although it took so much energy out of him he is still asleep right now and it's 10am, made lovely progress on the kitchen, which is a great thing to observe, because he is never faced with a problem he couldn't solve, regardless of how minute or overlooked it was at some point.. I read him a poem, which he thought was a good poem. Then he allowed me to take the dog uphill to my parents*, where I had a nice lunch of sour turnip noodles and beans and pork rinds as spice. This is food as old as time and I eat it rarely, but really like it. They then went to a store and mum bought me a blackboard sticker for my kitchen. I sat for a while on the side of the old family pool, which is now a pond for water lilies, goldfish and dragonflies. General came by to bring the dismantled old furniture for dad's firewood and we had a fight during which I negotiated (demanded, emotionally blackmailed) another three feet of a kitchen counter. When parents returned, we watched a little bit of Dante's Peak on TV, which I always find very funny, watching TV, where pretty much anything feels good enough, because it's just there.. Then I made pancakes and ate two large ones with white chocolate and raspberry ice-cream while two out of three dogs made drool puddles not too far away from me. I watched a YouTube philosophical video on why is it so hard to think in the present – especially when we are happy – we always either reminisce about the past or fantasize about the future.. While parents watched the cycling race, I felt like sitting outside, looking over the hot autumn hills and valleys, drinking coffee, pretending to be smoking a cigarette (avoiding the smoke like a noob), thinking up another poem. Later I just went down through the forest and back to the city, had a long shower, played Warcraft by mining and gathering herbs and watched some of the ’Smoke’ movie. 

…Dunno, have I ever posted this one before? It goes with the scene in Goose where dying Morpheus and Kay talk about the burden of making decisions.

I will give you five baskets.

Hefty, vast, wicker things

One is how much you’ll be laughing.

The other is an ewer of your tears

One is sleep, is thoughtless abandon

One is everything you’ll ever do wrong

One is everything you will ever do right.

Hearts are a fickle thing

They bleed, they break, they stop.

And my five baskets are heavy.

*She was not allowed to go because she had fleas for a long time and it took a lot of engineering to get rid of them in the apartment – which has extremely old, very large and uneven wooden floor panels.

Kopenhagen part #2

My passion for city-unique manhole covers continues

Looks very Cuban, doesn't she?

I had this perfect wave of shops opening today.. I got up and took the dog out, in the rain as it has almost stopped falling, and then decided to hop over to a cosmetics store for some Nivea and other cute little things that make you neat and nice-smelling. It was exactly 8 in the morning, so as I walked down the main street, one by one the shops were opening. The clothes stores. The bookstores. Tabakerie. Doors opening. Slide doors sliding. People putting out the signs. The pharmacy. The shoe store. The home-grown bio food store. The cafes. And then my drugstore. Then the rain came down.

Miss faces :/

Shroomies

Missed the bus for the hike, so went w/family to look for shroomies. I took the macro lens with me, just to doodle, getting slowly and surely back into photography. I am at that PTSD low again, where I feel like an absolutely worst photographer, uninspired, lame, fake and pretentious.. I'll crawl out of it a better pro, like I always do, but in the meanwhile... Shroomies :D

#Copenhagen pickies, which all seem to be of buildings and statues :D