On my street there was today a woman dressed all in red. She was using a red vacuum cleaner to clean up a red car.

Did you ever wondered where did all the material from the holes in the road went? It’s easy, just take your bicycle, you will find it all in the small path on the side of the road, which is usually the only “bicycle” road you have.

I went indoor climbing. I went once and I liked it. If I will go 4 times I will get a subscription, after a month of used subscription I will think about buying some gear. Then why some people buy their gear before going even once?

Unfortunately you always need someone to belay you.

The average distance to the people I work daily is 3000km. One of them lives in a village in the south of France and has 5 kids. We sometimes discuss cooking recipes. He also works from home.

My second closest relative is my godson, he also lives 3000 km from here, in a better place I hope.

What are retired people supposed to do in Romania? I doubt very much to see anytime soon a bus full of romanian aged tourists on any dedicated club for learning tango or randonee. The only function I could find is to take care of their grandchildren.

A high school friend also “retired” to a house in the country side.

I cooked spinach the other day with eggs. Today I am preparing marinated meat balls. Would you pay for a cooked meal or a piece of sour cherry cake? I could also make some germknoedel. I like restaurants which cook each day a single dish. I like to cook.

I like to do thinks, to build, to fix. It’s impossible for me to understand the people which just pretend and fake things and then don’t even deny it. If someone who’s been waiting for you, for your own benefice would call you in the morning asking why you are 2h late would you tell him he just wake you up?

I think everything comes from action. Even meditation is action. I don’t know however where to push the action of meditation.

A year ago I was in the pain of (re)construction. I am better now, I feel time.

Time is the only resource which we have and cannot be replenished or conserved. What can be patience then?

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