A fantastic rainy day

We just had dinner, a bit late and a bit too tasty for the hunger it was meant to treat… I can cook good curry! I feel heave and disoriented but somehow good. It takes an enormous effort to move my fingers around the keyboard and type. I would be willing to give up so much that I already had pleasant arguments in my head convincing me how it would be so much more suitable in my situation to cosy up on the sofa and quietly pass out but I was forgetting something, someone here. I could handle Lili eager to make conversation inventing the world all over again a way only a child is capable doing so. I could handle Jen eager to share her day’s experience at school ignoring her nodding occasionally and saying such things as ‘hm’ and ‘uhm’ and ‘yes’ or ‘what?!’ Like making one cup of coffee takes 140 litres of water. All this I could ignore BUT Tobi!

He wants to share his day. I guess so do I.
But you are getting hung up on the 140 litres of water going into a cup of coffee aren’t you? Google it later but now read on.

As of yesterday I stopped working in that windowless pit I spent much of my waking hours last year. I still had the keys and that just made it too good to be true. Today, no other job to got to - yet, Tobi and I for the second time managed to get rid of the keys, still burning my pockets in the morning. It was hard to get hold of my boss but it was fantastic to be free. It turned into a wonderful day with spare time to kill downtown Oulu rain pouring cats and dogs. It was wonderful!

We managed to get some shopping done and emptied the library from folk music. Tobi has an influence on me regarding music. Or I just give in. Donno’. On the way, after passing the spot several times during the morning I finally noticed a small wooden bridge out to a pikku-pikku saari (tiny tiny island). An old garage sized boathouse, some boats, a fireplace with log benches around it just next to the river slightly sheltered with hanging birch. I had tea in a thermos and we set down stuffing ourselves with bananas sipping warmish herb tea. Somehow we came to have a shouting match with the seagull sitting on the blue boat casually picking his feathers and spitting tobacco into the water. The boat was a good ten meters out on water. I think the argument erupted from frustration with election results on the account of both parties: Tobi and I vs. Seagull and tiny biting parasites. (Do seagulls keep such things?! You can catch me here and there) Although we never talked about the election, it’s just a shamanic intuition.

We were gonna have a fight but the bird wasn’t going to come ashore for us and kept yelling ‘wanna piece of me?! Come and get it!’ We weren’t gonna swim out so the whole conflict was just a bit boresome. It hasn’t occur to the 2 of us that we could have gotten on a boat or…

Bored of the argument and finished with the bananas I set staring at the seagull on the blue boat sensing that Tobi was getting restless next to me. We forgot about the heated debate and were probably both thinking about lunch when in a sudden move he jumped up and before reaching the peak of his jump he spread wings and flew up on a tree top probably to look around. I wasn’t paying much attention to it as I was enchanted by the seagull staring at me with, well, seagull eyes so I managed to see something that I thought was impossible. I cannot write any more about it…

We got home in peace, eventually.

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Zigi, the zebra with multicolour stripes is stuck in Daycare tonight. I forgot to lift him and apparently it was my job to take him home. I had a very good, sensible intuition to forget about him though! I found out from Lili that Zigi was on the singing path in the morning driving Jen mad and everyone who could hear him. She even presented me with a sample. I am glad he is out of the house.