Candles on the beigli

Climbing stairs - check
Walking - check
Red wine - check
Intimacy - check
Pineapple - check
Relaxation - check
Raspberry leaf tee - check
Clove oil - check
Jasmine, lavender, thyme oil - check
Castor oil - check

...maybe he just doesn't want to be a Sagittarian? I understand, those people are unbearable. Let's just hope he doesn't aim for Aquarius!

Eclipse of the blogging mood

Egri csillagok is the Hungarian title. The English translation reads: Eclipse of the Crescent Moon, by Gárdonyi Géza. I just read it. I am not 8 years old, but I read it. I waited so long because I was not going to school in Hungary, I guess.

But I don't want to talk too much about it myself, I would only like you to tell me how you remember it. What remains of it in your imagination. What are the feelings that you remember having from reading this book? Was it a nice read? Thrilling? Boring? Full of pride? Of dust? Jokes? Good feelings? Sad stories?

Tell me, please tell me!

PostBloggum. Often, when I am tryong to remember about a book, the feelings I had while reading it come back to me more easily than the story itself. Same thing when I think about someone, actually...

Snow, flakes and probabilities

It is both snowing and not snowing until you open the front gate. Or is it?

This is a time-independant photograph (and joke), as you can judge by yourself attached. As you can judge by yourself, attached. Damn comma. Can't get out of it.


PostMailum. Well, it took me a while to recall the account I was posting stuff on VCB from. Pfew... time flies. And thank you, i, for keeping faith in the upcoming rebirth of VCB!

PostMailum bis. I already told you about the "eat, shoots and leaves" thing, right? Time flies but I don't get more interesting with age. Full stop. Coma.