weekend work- had to drive through this, ice at night, to go to tell stories and come back at night
the insides, sometimes a lizard hides in there
-why is the eye of the storm called an eye? from aerial pictures and because of the silence I would think it is an ear
-knitted cloth makes me swear. only the colours are fun
-it can take days to make one tiny pouch, and a few can be made in a day. this is not a paradox.
-making arroz con leche can connect you to the galaxy if you speak greek. rizogalo-rice and milk-gala=milk=galaxy. boys believe mothers are for making warm sweet milky things. maybe we are put on earth for that purpose.
-it is 4C outside. no central heating. fireplace night tonight.
-some people are heroes, they spend their life grumbling. (bus driver complaining today - well it was raining, and yes, when you go up a mountain there are lots of turns, villages tend to have not very wide roads, but mr... there are roads, they are better than passable, and your work is taking people places, no? and we have made this huge space for you to park and turn comfortably, and we brew coffee for you drivers, but, life has to be difficult, otherwise you wouldn't be a hero, huh?)
-children always ask me if goblins exist. I always say they do. our world is multi dimensional, and deep inside we all know that. that is why stories are true.
-seeing how wide their eyes get and their chins falling is priceless.
-Luka dog is a cat dog. when the fire is lit she wants to sit inside the fireplace. me too.