Yesterday it was a roller coaster, today a giant bunny-dress, tomorrow...oh, I wrote it already. Well, today I was sitting in a pocket of a Red Dress, listening to a banjo-playing bunny. Tomorrow I'm busy. Just like for the whole summer probably, so I will start a blog-holiday now. I will post something if I'm not editing a book, drinking bubbly drinks at the openings, potting plants, just being without Internet, being in Germany or just sleeping and not seeing the Midnight Sun.
I'm not going to leave the Fox earth though, so I hope to see you, all my friends and all you silent readers, here soon.
So I had had so many bad feather days in a row that the cocopops tasted like cauliflower. You know the feeling. Even the news that the book we're editing is going to be ready for print soon, felt nothing. The announcement of the brilliant work plans for the next year made me stare the wall. The sunshine made me visualize my upcoming bad-bikini-day. The buses were on time and there was nothing to complain about and it made me mad. Well, the rise made me smile. Little.
So I went to the shop to buy food. What to do with the extra money, I thought. Should I buy new jeans, I wondered and put a cheese on the trolley. Should I cut my hair, I pondered, and bought some pineapple-orange-apple-passion-banana-juice. Or would it be good to finally buy the two plates, I thought and placed two rhubarb pies over the cheese. Maybe I should get horribly drunk, I pictured whilst lifting up 8 kilos of dog food. Maybe buying shampoo for the rest of the year would do the same I thought and saw a lovely red-veined sorrel. Or should I buy a plane ticket instead I heard myself asking from the Fuji Pinks.
There was a man looking at me speaking to the apples. He was smiling. I smiled back. I bought some grapefruits. The man, who could have been Chris Cornell's long lost brother from Cyprus, bought grapefruits too. I walked to see the breads. He wanted to see the breads too. I rushed to the bananas. He sent me a kiss and I accidentally bought two kilos of fair trade fruits. I think he noticed I don't live alone, so he left and I went to pay. 75 Euros and 30 cents. Damn.
The older fox cub is starting the school in August. Last week we visited the school and I looked at a girl looking at him standing in the line looking at the view from the window. He looked so small and I wished his teacher would understand him being a speedy neanderthal who loves books. The school looked cosy, ordinary and quite good. At least it was chosen to be the other one where all the foreign teachers come if they want to know why.
Later we sat on the bus on our way to the daycare. J: Mom. We aren't going to have paleontology at the first grade. I asked. T Fox: Yes, I know. J: What are we doing then? T Fox: Well, first they'll teach you how to read... J: But I know how to read already. T Fox: Then you'll read and read and read a bit more... J: For how long? T Fox: Well, first you'll stay there for 6 years, then on the higher level for 3 years and after that another 3 years... J: ... and then I'll go to the University for ten years and I'm going to be a professor of archeology. And you'll be dead. T Fox: Err.. J: Can I use your bones?
Yesterday I noticed how bright it was everywhere. Light green leaves, light yellow petals, bright pale legs. T Fox: I look really horrible, don't I? Mr Fox: Err... no you don't. T Fox: Oh? Mr Fox: You look more like Mädchen Grafenwalder or some other frisky girl from a beer festival.
Today at work I was trying to find a way to tell some slightly unpleasant news to Kazakhstan. I stared at the wall. Mr Colleague: You know, Taiga, that colour of the wall suits you. Now light a cigar and you look just like someone escaped from a Soviet detective story.
I took my purse and escaped outside. Happy men walked with smiles on their faces, singing loudly. I bought a badge and a tuna sandwich. Another Mr Colleague: I watched Little Miss Sunshine yesterday and now I know why you liked it so much. T Fox: Oh? Another Mr Colleague: You look just like Abigail Breslin. Every time she was dancing, I thought about you.
A (4): Can we have a Playstation? T Fox: No. A: Why not? T Fox: Do you know what a Playstation is? A: No. T Fox: Oh well, and besides it costs a lot of money... A: Do you have to be so lazy, Mom? Get a weekend job.
Cat pukes on the floor. Mr Fox: Oh for heavens sake cat, can't you use a bucket?