Saturday, May 26, 2018

My precious furball

My sunshine is one year old already. I chose May 17th to be her birthday (easy to remember). She has her quirks: doesn't like to cuddle, doesn't like to eat alone and prefers to be mouthfed, loves to nap in flowerpots, follows me like a dog. I love her.

Sunday, April 29, 2018

Daily laughs

At my favorite café just now:

A customer at the next table said to the waiter “Excuse me, can you bring me the check?” to which the waiter replied “You're excused.”

Saturday, January 06, 2018

Before and after

I found a picture of Sasha on her first day at home - tiny, skinny, confused:

And now she is the queen of the house:

Ah, they grow up so fast :)

Tuesday, December 26, 2017

Personal state of affairs

Happy birthday, Jared Leto. May you get what you want, and may the list of your wishes never ends.

I don't know what else to write about. Life is fine so far. Work is fine, my family is fine, Sasha is fine. Even the weather is fine. My life is not perfect but who's life is anyway?

If I am to put it briefly: not only I am not sorry for what I don't have but I don't even think about it.

And also: I know that this is now. Tomorrow it may all change, tomorrow how I feel about my life may change. But I will consider how I feel about change when it comes and not in advance. Now is good. Why should there be more?

Especially when I have her to melt my heart :)

Tuesday, December 19, 2017

Lucky 13 :)

My NIN ticket arrived :D

Sunday, October 29, 2017

An ordinary day in the life of a cat owner

Last night I was playing with Sasha (the usual: I run around the house dragging something long and flexible on the floor and she chases it; in this case it was a belt made of fabric from one of my mom's old dresses) and Sasha got “into the zone” meaning that she freaked out and jumped two feet high off the floor with her four paws stretched out. It was hilarious. It was so funny that an hour later, as I was already in bed with a book, I remembered the whole scene and started laughing aloud. I laughed and laughed until tears came to my eyes and I pictured myself at that moment: alone, tucked in bed and laughing like mad and that made me laugh even harder. Sasha was so intrigued by my behavior that she jumped on the bed and hit me on the nose with her paw as if saying “Are you alright, human?” At that point I almost choked with laughter.

Sasha is my cat. I brought her home on July 13th. She's 5 months old now. And although since then I haven't had a proper rest it is also true that for the past three months I laughed more than for the past three years.

Saturday, September 09, 2017

On love

In the book I’m currently reading there's a conversation between the protagonist, a man with a sceptical attitude to religion, and his friend - a Catholic priest; and they discuss what hell is. I am an atheist through and through but to my surprise I totally agree with the priest's vision of hell:

“ - Hell is to be without love. To be without hope. Hell is to be alone in a place where time never ends, the clock never stops ticking but the hands never move…

- I like to be alone. There's nothing I prefer more. To be alone in the mountains with my paints…

- That is not alone! You are merely without human company. But the butterflies you paint are with you, the trees and insects, birds. God. Whether you acknowledge Him or not. To be alone is to be in a void. Without even memory. Memories are a great weapon against solitude. Even the memory of love can be salvation…

The memory of love can save us all from hell.”

I can't help remembering Natural Born Killers and Mickey's words: “Only love can beat the demon.” 

It got me thinking that I don't necessarily need love but I need the idea of love, that it is essential to me to know that there's such a thing as love. Somehow that's enough.