1. I was overrun by civilization, and I ran away from it a little bit (this is also an explanation of why you, my dear Ghost chair, were in the middle of the forest). On three sides, the single neighbors made it clear that a family of five with three children was not a four-room apartment block but a wilderness. So we exchanged roles - dogs and dogs moved into the housing estate, and we moved a bit of trees and deer in the forest. But you know what - nothing could have happened to us. We breathe clean air and children (not to disturb the neighbors) do not have to sit in front of the television, but they are allowed to stomp cheerfully and jump in the forest. Except that the division of space is gently on the head - I agree ...

2. Somewhere in the middle of the third decade, in their thirties, wrinkles, pouches under the eyes, skin cracks and some extra pounds began to peep out of me from the mirror. I know some ladies have been addressing these topics since the age of twenty-five, and I can be grateful that I have saved myself a decade of torment, but it does not change the fact that I, too, am facing my aging and have to deal with it with dignity And there will certainly be some contributions - I promise ☺).

3. I hate the injustice that weeds thrive best in my garden. It is really hard to grow in the shade, and when a handful of strawberries, currants or a bunch of onions are ripe, we look forward to the whole family. But weeds grow by themselves, in any weather. Now imagine that weeds are not just the green creature, but there are a lot of dirty dishes, ironed linens, decibels of screaming, a lot of deferred duties that I stumble on every day like unsaved boots of my children. And there is no place to go ...

4. In winter, the deer discovered my modest garden (the one with the weed) and they graze it happily since spring. Of course, they do not eat unnecessary chlorophyll, but feast on strawberry leaves, raspberry flowers, eaten all the buds of roses, looking for rare seedlings of rock gardens and in one night they are able to graze the whole flower bed of parsley. Mice will do a similar "service" if they manage to slip into the house - the last time they wavered in the living quilt and enjoyed the salty brynza wafers. Even in life, it is similar - we can't get rid of something, and we're not allowed to grab those invisible deer and steal inventive mice - time for a good book, afternoon with a girlfriend on coffee, undisturbed dreaming with eyes open and legs on the table ... in the bolder dreams it would be a regular yoga visit or a romantic cruise on the Danube (of course only in pairs). Then I open my eyes and I have to play with the cards that were shuffled. Bastion!

5. With everything over my head and crawling under a Ghost chair, Jonathan, Deborah, or Dorothy comes and sticks a sweet, dirty mouth on my cheek. From somewhere Gregor emerges, smiles like in Ficurian times, and pulls out from under the Kofilu shirt I love. When I think that I have no strength at all, it takes me to those who take it at the same time daily. There is no escape from their love, so I always return to them. Even after this interview ...

Your Agnesa

Ghost chair Agnesa

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