Zen Garden...

I completely forgot the song! It’s been on my mind for almost a week now, humming it, singing it and occasionally reciting it to the empty stairs getting cleaned at a comfortable pace. For me the pace is comfortable and I am not sure that it is for the stairs but they cannot say for lack of appropriate internal or external organs. They are stairs. However they are good listeners even without ears.

Elena is back and she loves the song too. Tobi sang it to her and I must admit that I admitted Tobi is a better singer than I am. Trying not to sound pity I didn’t enclose the fact well known in about thirty something countries that Only a pile of stones cannot be a better singer than I am. I never sing in the shower. It would scare the neighbours.

It is a wonderful song and depending on my mood, which lately has been luckily jolly, the song incites me to shed tears. Of joy or sorrow. Up to the mood. It is a birthday song which for the first time ever I have heard just a week or so ago. Maybe 6 days. I am not sure if I have mentioned about it anymore, something that should be checked when editing this blog but here is a bit of truth: it’s a blog! I don’t fuss much about editing it! Not before I want to publish it in print. Or just print it for some other reason. So the song after all this waiting: (lyrics)

Turning thirty isn’t easy

Getting older just gets harder

Get your pipe and slippers ready

Old man’s habits now are needed

Gabor’s mood is like the weather

Sloppy slushy Happy birthday

A song written just for me! Sang for me, and a class of music in front of the teacher but I was there… I think it was a special moment for all those younglings sitting around. They could see a live person just over 30! Still alive and able to walk on his own. An ancient creature that probably has to use nappies during the nights nowadays. They are wrong of course but around 20 we all had our misconceptions of the world. Now that I am grown and in the same league with my Father in law, according to him, a real man as he puts it, so now That I am so old I am also wise and over 30 like everyone else became conservative and can say proudly that kids these days don’t know anything.

Last weekend Moses was out and about a lot. Lili making a house for Blabla in the play cooker booted Moses out from his excellent sleeping cosy. He ended up coming to walks with us although half the time he fell asleep at the door. He now just sleeps there occasionally managing to get hold of a scarf using it as a duvet.

We are sitting in the Library, the secret Zen Garden. It is a lot less gardenly than I anticipated. Walls are grey here just the same as everywhere. But there is the Zen garden in the middle. I think once we are gone, hopefully once we are gone they will find out there has been a bit of reorganization. My pals here are bored.

I found a 100 years old book on pragmatism.