The first thunderstorm this summer, quite hectic with hail outside and fire from the wallsockets. Yes, I'm afraid, scared stiff, willing to hide under nearest sofa or whatever. I don't want the house to burn - and all my pictures and writings and other things. After all, it is my life-work.
These pictures are old: the boy with the swallow is 27 years old today, I have a new drawingtable and 'The Memoir' was painted some years ago. As a matter of fact it consists of several memoirs: One of a dream I used to have when I was a child, a dream about a wolf under rosebushes. Another of Tisi, my lovely and disgusting cross-bred, that died two years ago 18 years old. And the other dog, Juuso The Lionheart, one-eyed labradorian, died 2.5.2005. He was thirteen. So I'm a bit lonely still walking these roads.
So the weather has turned to cold and it is nice and homely to be inside with a fire burning in the fireplace. During thunder you can't even watch television so it's books...
These pictures are old: the boy with the swallow is 27 years old today, I have a new drawingtable and 'The Memoir' was painted some years ago. As a matter of fact it consists of several memoirs: One of a dream I used to have when I was a child, a dream about a wolf under rosebushes. Another of Tisi, my lovely and disgusting cross-bred, that died two years ago 18 years old. And the other dog, Juuso The Lionheart, one-eyed labradorian, died 2.5.2005. He was thirteen. So I'm a bit lonely still walking these roads.
So the weather has turned to cold and it is nice and homely to be inside with a fire burning in the fireplace. During thunder you can't even watch television so it's books...
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