Anyone's wondering how counting to 12 should go in a year of the rooster?
According to my I-know-it!-I-know-it! expert (he has 1350+ days of experience on 🌏, who'd dare to question that:), it's:
one two three four five six seven eleven and twelve
Logically, it must be the case.
It's all about the unexpected, the shortcuts and the rhyming... 2017 in a flash. Or flesh. Whichever you prefer.
Written to decrease modesty, increase ability to express ideas clearly, and to proof it's ok to be both vulnerable and feisty :)
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Sunday, 26 February 2017
Sunday, 19 February 2017
The extraordinary race
Today we were witnessing an exemplary of courage, bravery and speed. Two contestants, more different to each other than you could assume, were racing in a 15-metre, a.k.a. gigantic and spectacular run among sofa, chair, desk lamp, and a bookcase.
Everybody won.
Everybody shared the same medal, accepting well-deserved congratulations.
Everybody was happy. For that very short moment of excitement and pure joy, there was magic.
I guess this is what we are all, ultimately, are looking for in life. The magic:)
Everybody won.
Everybody shared the same medal, accepting well-deserved congratulations.
Everybody was happy. For that very short moment of excitement and pure joy, there was magic.
I guess this is what we are all, ultimately, are looking for in life. The magic:)
Monday, 13 February 2017
44th
Today is the 44th day of the year. That's what the bus driver told me. Well, not him really, the info display on the bus, showing time, date, route and trivia stuff, like how many days are there left till the end of 2017 (321, interesting, as it's the exact reverse version of the, you guessed it, 123), whose names day it is (Greg and Kate), and finally which day of the year it is (my LMSP would know by now anyway; she really likes finding out solutions to math problems...)
To me, number 44 is quite specific. Not only because it's a combination of two exactly the same digits. But also because of that romantic poem written approximately 200 years ago by one of the 3 most significant Romantic poets of Polish literature. It was telling a story of the sort of chosen one who would save whoever needed to be saved. And that saviour's name was 44. So, it's important. It's the number and the name of the hero.
The day was not that heroic (unless you count my genuine attempts to stay calm and be brave at the dentist; you'd have to ask them whether successful, really, as my opinion is logically bias). But it meant something.
I had a chance to see people on the street. Not stare at them but notice the world around, the faces not so smiley, the talking not so light and positive, the air not so fresh and mild. All that was fascinating and sad at the same time.
Yet, when the false bomb alert came into equation, the one I was accidentally in the middle of, none of that mattered. The funny part was, I knew nothing of that.
Sometimes, not knowing is the best that can happen to you. Even if it is the last thing that happens to you.
To me, number 44 is quite specific. Not only because it's a combination of two exactly the same digits. But also because of that romantic poem written approximately 200 years ago by one of the 3 most significant Romantic poets of Polish literature. It was telling a story of the sort of chosen one who would save whoever needed to be saved. And that saviour's name was 44. So, it's important. It's the number and the name of the hero.
The day was not that heroic (unless you count my genuine attempts to stay calm and be brave at the dentist; you'd have to ask them whether successful, really, as my opinion is logically bias). But it meant something.
I had a chance to see people on the street. Not stare at them but notice the world around, the faces not so smiley, the talking not so light and positive, the air not so fresh and mild. All that was fascinating and sad at the same time.
Yet, when the false bomb alert came into equation, the one I was accidentally in the middle of, none of that mattered. The funny part was, I knew nothing of that.
Sometimes, not knowing is the best that can happen to you. Even if it is the last thing that happens to you.
Monday, 6 February 2017
Big black dog
- Can you please draw me a big black dog, please? - he says, giving me this 'I love you so why don't you do what I am asking you to? Nicely?' kind of look (ok, I'm trying here not to become this insanely fixated mother, who thinks and talks about no one else but her magnificent children. I'm trying... He's not that manipulative, he's cheeky and has these ideas that put him into trouble but he's a good boy, deep down inside he is a good one, so fingers crossed I won't spoil him...:)
5 minutes later we end up with a fox. It looks quite realistic, apart from the fact it is black. And nowhere near the dog some of us expected it to be.
- Looks like big dogs are out of my reach for now - I say - Is it ok if we have a fox instead?
He thinks about it before saying:
- How about a small black dog? Can you draw me a small one, please?
All of a sudden, trying to stay sane and not in awe of how genius a 3.5-year old can be, all that trying is very challenging. Almost impossible. And for a short moment, it actually is.
(Turns out that small animals are within my artistic reach. Black dog in petite, anyone?:)
5 minutes later we end up with a fox. It looks quite realistic, apart from the fact it is black. And nowhere near the dog some of us expected it to be.
- Looks like big dogs are out of my reach for now - I say - Is it ok if we have a fox instead?
He thinks about it before saying:
- How about a small black dog? Can you draw me a small one, please?
All of a sudden, trying to stay sane and not in awe of how genius a 3.5-year old can be, all that trying is very challenging. Almost impossible. And for a short moment, it actually is.
(Turns out that small animals are within my artistic reach. Black dog in petite, anyone?:)
Tuesday, 24 January 2017
It's all about the name after all - again
One of the most important factors to consider when buying a portable solution used to be: Is it Mac, and why can't I afford it... Latest Apple developments slightly put me off (your welcome, IT budget:), so here I am, reviewing, checking, comparing.
And then, matching half of critical 'ingredients' is Yoga. They actually called it Yoga. And the more I think about it, the more I realise that one is exactly the one I need.
It all started with a car. It was the same brand that my dad's so made it all easier to manage. But the most important thing was its colour. The brightest red, like the one of a Ferrari. OK, it didn't look the same, but the shades, the tones, the blushes and flushes. It fitted perfectly. And it survived my clumsiness as a beginner, saving me at least half a dozen times.
Then, I remember, good few years ago, in the hassle-free era of twenties (OK, it was ages ago...), I was to buy a bike. A cycling bike. Something good for riding, to make me slimmer (I should say 'even slimmer' but nope, that wouldn't be the case:), and happier, and give me that feeling of total freedom one truly appreciates when out, on the country road. Even better with your boyfriend, although then you sort of try harder so it's a bit more exhausting.
Anyway, being an expert in the subject I had no idea what I wanted. And then I saw the best of bikes. It was red (again:). And its name was Kraken.
Later that month it turned out there was quite an annoying manufacturing error included in the package, resulting in several internal punctures. Testing boyfriend's commitment to it all.
But the name. It was the most important thing.
So now, it's all about flexibility and relaxation. Things which, apparently, at least according to my best of knowledge, a laptop can give you...
<nearly two years ago I wrote this... some things change, some stay the same...:)>
And then, matching half of critical 'ingredients' is Yoga. They actually called it Yoga. And the more I think about it, the more I realise that one is exactly the one I need.
It all started with a car. It was the same brand that my dad's so made it all easier to manage. But the most important thing was its colour. The brightest red, like the one of a Ferrari. OK, it didn't look the same, but the shades, the tones, the blushes and flushes. It fitted perfectly. And it survived my clumsiness as a beginner, saving me at least half a dozen times.
Then, I remember, good few years ago, in the hassle-free era of twenties (OK, it was ages ago...), I was to buy a bike. A cycling bike. Something good for riding, to make me slimmer (I should say 'even slimmer' but nope, that wouldn't be the case:), and happier, and give me that feeling of total freedom one truly appreciates when out, on the country road. Even better with your boyfriend, although then you sort of try harder so it's a bit more exhausting.
Anyway, being an expert in the subject I had no idea what I wanted. And then I saw the best of bikes. It was red (again:). And its name was Kraken.
Later that month it turned out there was quite an annoying manufacturing error included in the package, resulting in several internal punctures. Testing boyfriend's commitment to it all.
But the name. It was the most important thing.
So now, it's all about flexibility and relaxation. Things which, apparently, at least according to my best of knowledge, a laptop can give you...
<nearly two years ago I wrote this... some things change, some stay the same...:)>
Sunday, 22 January 2017
A coo coo clock
6:35 am on a Sunday morning.
In my dream world I'm in my dreams.
In my real world: 'Mummy, I'm going to make breakfast, and you'll sit on a chair and read me a book. Ok?', says the 3.5-years old impersonation of hope and energy.
How to motivate people, part 34: 'early to rise...' ;)
In my dream world I'm in my dreams.
In my real world: 'Mummy, I'm going to make breakfast, and you'll sit on a chair and read me a book. Ok?', says the 3.5-years old impersonation of hope and energy.
How to motivate people, part 34: 'early to rise...' ;)
Monday, 2 January 2017
Starting from the beginning
First few days of the new year are tricky... sleep is tricky, uncertainty of things is tricky, and above all, identifying synonyms to 'tricky' seems to be something of beyond achievable. This is where music helps. And chocolate, obviously.
Just discovered this EP, it's from 2015, by Soft Glas, really nice. Helps me embrace that feeling of freakiness around the whole new year new start methodology which is slightly overwhelming and not really helpful when you're trying to reshape your every day life without overanalysing (ha!) and underperforming at the same time.
Did I mention tricky? ...
Just discovered this EP, it's from 2015, by Soft Glas, really nice. Helps me embrace that feeling of freakiness around the whole new year new start methodology which is slightly overwhelming and not really helpful when you're trying to reshape your every day life without overanalysing (ha!) and underperforming at the same time.
Did I mention tricky? ...
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