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this kind of #winter. real #winter, #snow everywhere. it started yesterday. I don’t know how long it will last – maybe a week, maybe two – I hope long. I’m writing this from my kitchen, like always, f…
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#pink. it came to me quietly. a few weeks ago. maybe months. hard to say. it started with my adidas #shoes – white, with pink details. at first I thought: ok, that’s a bit girly. but then… so what.…
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i’ve just come #home. #christmas is done. not a trip, not really. just #christmas going. driving. staying somewhere that isn’t mine. with my #daughters at my #parents’ place – #christmas eve and the…
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few days ago my parents bought a second fridge. and the second, separate freezer. and of course they’re not selling the old ones. they just keep everything, just in case. and every time I see this, I…
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my #life in this little house, with all these tiny #rituals holding me together. it hits me especially on days like this, when I move through everything in sync with my #emotions… not fighting them, n…
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that moment when I touch the #mint growing in my #kitchen and my hands smell like it for the next few minutes. that fresh, sharp #mint scent… damn, it hits something good in me. it’s such a tiny thing…
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another one of my #plants is dying, and it hits me harder than I want to admit. I know it’s “just a plant”, but for me it never feels like that. they’re my little family. my quiet #pets. I’m attached…
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oh my god, it’s weekend. and it’s a free weekend for me. nobody’s coming, nobody’s waiting, and there’s nothing in my calendar that’s connected with anyone. so I can do whatever I want. I can focus on…
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dear #apple, listen up, very carefully: i don’t want my #iphone to fold (or unfold). i don’t want it to transform into an #ipad – that’s a bad direction. #iphone should stay thin, pockety, simple. it’…
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after my #divorce, i was afraid that my daughters wouldn’t trust me much. that it would feel strange when they stayed at my place – for me and for them. that it would be hard to live, even for a few d…
how to find a lost thing?
my older daughter, when she was little, often lost all sorts of strange things in her room. from toys to clips, hair elastics and headbands. she would then come to me and say: dad, I’ve got a problem…