i just realised i have an eternity project. the garden. it will never end. i love it.

things are getting back to normal now: work. "that time of the month". always. horribly early mornings. tired evenings. falling asleep in the sofa. i have to do something about this!

nights are getting darker and longer. four days ago the air smelled like fall. the sister m and the o left today. the husband claims it's still summer. i don't agree.

the garden looks like a mud hole. or rather two mud holes. i'm responsible for one of them. i'm turning a spot of the lawn into a circle. it will take for ever. but it will be nice eventually. the other mud hole comes from the people drilling deep deep down in the underground, to keep us warm this winter.

the house looks like a construction place too. the sister m, the o and i have painted the hallway walls. and while i was at it i started painting some other stuff too. doors, a new old cupboard, candlesticks. in my next life i'm sure i'm going to be better at finishing projects. i must learn something from this life. but not yet. so now we have doors and paint buckets and paintbrushes all over the place.

the pup is not cooperating. he refuses to rest and take it easy. it drives him crazy. me too. just now he is juggling teddy bears and a jogging shoe and the husband's sock and padington, tossing them around in the living room. earlier today he learned how to take the socks off the husband's feet. maybe he could use all this extra energy to practise to become a nursing dog... i think he would like little old people. the other night he was fighting with a fly in the flowery room next to our bedroom. growling and barking and jumping around. the fly wasn't even alive. i hope there will turn out to be nothing seriously wrong with him, so he will be allowed to run again soon.  ¶ 8:22 PM