one.wax.wing

Hello, all you sweet wonderful people. How are you on this bright and beautiful day? Aren’t I full of it, because I have no idea what sort of a day it is going to be, because it is still quite dark outside and I think the weather man predicted rain. But, I can pretend, for now, that it is going to be a bright and beautiful day until the opposite has been proved.

I am sitting here quite comfortably, quite full of myself, with my mug of coffee and my cigarettes and I am as happy as a cow on an Alpine meadow in the summer sunshine. Why this is so, I can’t begin to tell you, but you’ll just have to take my word for it and assume that I am full of good cheer and that I am looking forward to the day as if it is my birthday and I am expecting many expensive and well chosen presents.

No, it isn’t any kind of special day at all. It is just an ordinary Saturday and this is just an ordinary early morning hour, but I have a butterfly in my brain and it is tickling me. I think it is a Monarch butterfly and I am feeling like a queen. Well, I am sitting here in my regally red bathrobe, so that is very appropriate. I left my tiara at the cleaners, so my ordinary everyday crown will have to do.

If you want to know what the every day peaceable and serene Irene is like, I suggest you go here and listen to this bit of beautiful music and you will get a very good idea of how my soul normally feels and how my mind conducts itself. Promise me that you’ll be good and do this.

If you want to know the other side of me, the more rowdy side that is not so peaceable, but more riotous and noisy, than you must listen to the bit of music here. Promise me you will also do that.

Now, if you have done that, you will have a very good idea of how I am put together. The noisy bit of music is but a mild example of what I consider riotous, as I did not want to confront you with the really wild stuff, lest you get a really loud ear full. I also really like this one.

Now, when I am really feeling anxious and depressed, and I want to express that in an art form, I would give you the following painting to look at:

On the other hand, when I am feeling especially peaceable and serene, and at one with the world and all the living and inanimate objects in it, this detail of a famous mural would come very close:

So you see, all your states of mind are expressible in some form of art and I am sure that I could find others. There are probably even gardens or landscapes that would express them, such as a mighty roaring sea or a peaceful green meadow.

Anyway, Maggie May discussed at what point you would throw your food out if you found something objectionable in it and I answered in a comment that I would if I found anything worm like in it, but that I would just pick out a fly or a spider. I would also object to a stranger’s hair, that would really turn me off.

Here is a link to gross things found in food, if you are interested, some of these are false claims made by people who put the stuff in the food themselves.

I once bought a bottle of Seven Up and there was part of, what I think, was a dead mouse floating in it. I tossed the bottle, because we lived in the mountains at the time and it was a long trek back down the hill to the store. But, you know, sometimes you really do find odd things in food and I would rather not have my prepackaged food analyzed by a laboratory to see what is really in it. It may come up with some unexpected surprises.

Once we were sitting in a German style restaurant in California and a cockroach walked across the wall right above our table. It was a big sucker too. The owner was a sweet old German gentleman who was later murdered in his restaurant by a couple of thugs.

Not to be sidetracked at all, of course, but yesterday Jesker and I went for two long walks, because in both cases I decided that we needed the exercise very much, because I had eaten a lot of cookies. Now I have sworn not to eat those anymore and Eduard is under order not to buy them when he goes grocery shopping, but to only buy non fat yogurt. Eduard is such a kind hearted person that he always tries to please me and buy something that will make me happy, but for me that is usually the worst thing I can have in the house. (By the way, there are many, many calories in cookies!)

So, Jesker and I went for two long walks and I think we will do that again today, as it does feel good afterwards, because I really feel like I have accomplished something and Jesker enjoys it so much, and because he is going to be eleven years old soon I think the exercise is good for him.

Your Birthdate: September 7

You are an island. You don’t need anyone else to make you happy. And though you see yourself as a loner, people are drawn to you. Deep and sensitive, you tend to impress others with your insights. You also tend to be psychic – so listen to that inner voice! Your strength: Your self sufficiency Your weakness: You despise authority Your power color: Maroon Your power symbol: Hammer Your power month: July

What Does Your Birth Date Mean?

Well, my dearest most wonderful people, what else do I have to tell you? Today is Saturday, but you already know that, and Eduard has two days off and that is always a good thing, because he is suffering from a cold and it will be nice for him to sleep in this morning. He doesn’t seem to have that awful flu that is going around and that some of his colleagues have and that is making them stay sick for a long time. They return to work feeling miserable. Eduard is only allowed to hug me and kiss me on the cheek, because I am not planning on becoming sick myself, I do not feel like it so much!

Eduard is a pretty hearty fellow, though, and manages to keep on working hard in spite of his cold. Yesterday he hauled around so many films that he came home with sore muscles in his arms. He is in super physical shape for someone his age, I think he easily has the body of someone ten years younger.

We won’t talk about my body until about eight kilos have been lost and will never be found again. Until that time, I refuse to regard my body as anything else but redundant and inexplicable. It is a subject not worthy of lengthy discussion.

Now, in the meantime, my legs and hands have as usual grown cold again. But you know what they say, cold hands, warm heart, at least that is a saying here. I remember my mother saying this about me many times, so I have always had the tendency to have cold hands. Poor Eduard who has to suffer from my touch in the wintertime.

Okay, that’s about all I have to say today. I will now go and take my medicines and make myself a tall glass of warm milk. It will be good to go back to bed for awhile longer.

I hope you all have a terrific Saturday and that the weather treats you kindly. Ciao…

P.S. Image courtesy of John Mora.