Running Around

Seems like I am constantly in motion. Walking, buses, trams, trains. Talking. A bit tired. Hard to sleep at night. A bit more peace of mind would be useful. Looking forward.

Light the Fish?

Lead actor: Son-in-law
Rest of the cast: The Family Members
Audience: Me
Family lunch, a tremendous one. Lots of sunshine, white tablecloth. Chewing, chit-chat, peace.

SON-IN-LAW starts talking about night fishing, which he plans to do the following night. He talks about taking his new fishing rod and accessories, tent, folding chair, food for the fish and a light he will be setting up. He explains with much enthusiasm. The Family Members join in, intently.

MOTHER: But why do you need to take a light with you?

DAUGHTER: So that he doesn't trip.

MOTHER: But why would you need a light out there?

SON-IN-LAW: So that I can see what I am doing.

MOTHER: But that's very strange. Why have a light?

SON-IN-LAW: Of course I need a light.

FATHER: Is that really necessary?

MOTHER: Doesn't that scare the fishies away?

SON-IN-LAW: Why do you ask so many questions? What is this all about?

MOTHER: Nothing, we are just asking.

SON-IN-LAW: What is this, an interrogation of some kind?

MOTHER: We were just curious. If we cannot even ask any questions, then...

DAUGHTER /to Son-in-Law/: It's you who is overreacting again.

SON-IN-LAW: Me? That's just great!

MOTHER: What is the matter with you? We haven't done anything wrong!

FATHER /asks Daughter/ Okay, okay. Would you like to measure your blood pressure now, dear?

Back to the Basics

Have decided to write every day. That's hard. Running around, old friends, family, huge meals, sunny Budapest. Love it, hate it.

Sense?

A bit tense, but will get better.

Tomorrow

Welcome to the beginning of the rest of your life.

JUMP!

Hey, didn't know jumping was so great. Was at a gig last week and had an amazing time. I had only 1 cranberry-vodka in me, some weird strangers dancing around us, it was just so natural to jump! In the past, when I saw people jumping up and down at concerts,
A. I thought they were totally crazy,
B. I was so sure that the distance between their feet and the ground was so great that I could never achieve that height or excellence. Or must be totally drunk or under some influence.
But it just happened. Started jumping. Not tiring either, very suprising. Was plenty tired the next day though. But so what? It also made me dance naturally, just caught the rhythm and danced. And jumped. Did all kinds of moves am afraid to. Usually way too self-conscious. Cannot recommend it more. JUMP!

1.

It was surrounded. Two men, one truck. Cones everywhere. I could see it was in trouble from blocks away. "Just movin' it a few meters, don't you worry, makin' a zebra crossin' here instead." But, but, but! That postbox always stood there in front of the house. A landmark. The secure red spot. The visual cue to get off the night bus. Should I write to the council? Would the mayor help? I could collect signatures. Create an online campaign. Go on a hunger strike. Join Postboxless Anonymous?