“It was a Roman who said it was sweet to die for one’s country. The Greeks never said it was sweet to die for anything. They had no vital lies.”
Edith Hamilton, “The Greek Way”
“It was a Roman who said it was sweet to die for one’s country. The Greeks never said it was sweet to die for anything. They had no vital lies.”
Edith Hamilton, “The Greek Way”
I am afraid of mice; yesterday I saw one in my bedroom. My feelings about that are… strong. I feel like a toothpaste squeezed out of this flat, out of this city, out of this way of living.
Gru-the-dog is staying with me at the moment, because of renovations at dad’s place. She paid no attention to the mouse at all! Sasha-the-biologist suggests that I should stop feed her, then in the couple of days she will get more interest in mice.
Dad will kill me if I stop feeding the bloody dog! (who weights 30 kg, by the way).
That’s all there is
Nothing more than you can feel now
That’s all there is
I’m fucked! Renovations at dad’s place. Should I say more? Money and communication with the guys who are working there (one is from Georgia, another one from Azerbaydzhan) make me totally upset. Exhausted. And Gru, the bloody uneducated dog, stays with me these days.
Yesterday visited doctors. The gyneco is very happy with my pussy, said she’d never seen a pussy in such a perfect state! But the allergologist is sceptical about my bronchus. According to her I’ll get
Don’t forget that twice a week I have to visit the allergologist for injections against my trees and dust allergy; and the gynecologist is still very keen about making improvements and wants to see me every day (I might suggest that she’s a perfectionist).
I’m exhausted. Keeping in mind that I’m still unemployed… How do working women manage?..
That’s another tricky question.
I prefer turkey. That’s why:
Enough?
My favourite way of cooking turkey is the simplicity itself: take any part of turkey (this evening I’m having a leg), salt it, add pepper and bay leaves, then pack it carefully in foil and put in oven for a couple of hours.
That’s it.
For your curiousity: in English turkey is supposed to come from Turkey. In Russian it’s “indeika” - from India!
I noticed a strange rule: when I get up early, I feel more like I want to draw something.
When I get up late, I prefer to knit.
Does it mean that I am more creative in the mornings?
Posted by Nadya as English, crafts, psychology at 1:04 AM UTC
http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=163331162673210702&q=power+of+old+people
I will be a very naughty old woman, even naughtier than this one! I don’t want to die young. 130 years? 150? 160? I will not get bored - I promise! And when I will get bored, I promise to die.
A bit dissappointed by my trip to Kiev. It combines all the disadvantages of a big city, like traffic, high prices, bad air, with disadvantages of a provincial town (crappy food, nothing happens). The worst part was travelling by train - I HATE that, I can’t sleep, it’s always either too cold or too hot, people around are noisy and smelly. But it was 3 times more cheap than by plane, so…
Weather was nice, only one rainy day.