tracing patterns - here, there, everywhere
This morning I have an electrician in my apartment. Finally, I shall get some proper lights again in the kitchen and in the entrance. As he starts working, he starts singing and whistling. It makes me smile. Somebody who is happy with what he’s doing. And that’s great.
Getting back to the office, I find an e-mail waiting for me in the office’s inbox. One sentence catches my eyes:
You are a blessed person.
It makes me laugh so much. The rest of the e-mail is rubbish, spam-mail rubbish, but this sentence sticks. And puts a smile on my face. Should one ask for more?
is sometimes so easy. You know, it can simply be that you walk out of your apartment and realise halfway down the passageway that something missing. After a second check you realise that it is your glasses you haven’t on your nose. And as you belong to this part of the population that depends on glasses for doing its job, well, you have got to go back to the apartment, open the door, and grab the glasses. If they were in the place they should be. But when they’re not? You go to the next probable place, and then the third. And at that moment it becomes evident that you are gonna miss the bus, because, now, you have got to look for the glasses because they have mysteriously disappeared from any proper place they normally are deposited. And that takes more time than a few seconds.
The irony of the story is - I found them two seconds later. And the bus was gone.
The weekend was - so good. I just sunk into the moment and let it be. Most relaxing thing you can do, I found.
Unfortunately, it’s all over again and I’ve got to do my job and fulfill my duties and that’s that.
