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10.11.08

The 80 Days of Darkness


Tobi is back from his shopping trip and was sad to hear that missing the weekend event for the prisoners meant only one thing for him; missing crazy amount of food. He wants a remake soon as possible but the international writing circle of Oulu, who dubbed themselves prisoners meet up for such abundance of food and words once a year only. Sad.

His clothes look really good on him, cosy as… hell today. Could a dragon sweat he would have. Mild day. West coast of Scotland weather. At this time of the year here it is a heat wave riding on south wind revitalized, strong and persistent. For the time being Winter is not here. I don’t know where she is but I must say not here. I don’t know what to say about it. Tobi is disappointed because he has wanted more and more snow for more and more action in connection with it but we got an overheating fire breathing dragon wrapped up in super warm and eventually dump clothes now hanging on the heater.

I almost want her to pop in, Winter and stay still spring. The 80 days darkness has begun and I must say it is dark. Some snow would brighten things a bit. The 80 days darkness isn’t really dark for that long of course, not here. It is the period that begins when while going to get Lili from Day Care conditions rapidly start getting dark and by the time we are home it is dark. Will remain so till lunch the following day. Well, real late breakfast.

Moses remains where he settled.



13.11.08
They all demand my attention…
All the time
I have ideas for other blogs too and some stories cooking. But they, these creatures around don’t let me!
Tobi has nearly fallen asleep today. Really, winter time asleep. We were on the eighths floor cleaning stairs in my new job where I clean lots of stairs and saunas - he likes that but I sweat - and take lots of breaks which I like but up there on the top of the stairs he said something under his nose I couldn’t understand so I said ‘what?’ turning to him witnessing him passing out and falling down the stairs… (a long sentence that should really be shorter)

7th floor stopped him and the journey there woke him but some concerns arouse from the incident and now he is desperate to stay awake.
He wanted to get into coffee, mate, green tea but I explained that way might heart attack takes him by spring or one day he will just fall asleep and even falling to the ground flour will only break his neck but will not wake him… He goes and rolls in the snow every half hour and decided on sleeping on the window sill in the living room. There is a terrible draft. Good place to fly kites.

I have removed Moses from our bed the other day only to find him there again next morning.
She - my wife - keeps talking to me about education. Breaking my heart.