I started this blog on the first of January 2016. I can't believe that five years have already passed.
If I wrote consistently for the first year, the time slipped away from me for a while, and then everything came to a full stop in 2019. If you look back at my posts for that year, you will understand why. Reality has its knack for getting in the way. You know that.
It was not for the lack of ideas. The problem is that they come to me when I am on a bus or in a busy setting. When I get back to my computer, they disappear in thin air. I have the same problem when it comes to my writing. You can't even imagine how many spectacular ideas retreated in that black hole that became my memory. I mourn them every day, but life likes taking its toll.
Anyway, to bring you back to speed, I am still in Bucharest - the beautiful town of the 19th and 20th century, turned into the hugest parking lot during this century. There are areas of the city where you get lost in the sea of cars and have the feeling you must have landed on another planet.
Bucharest is a town that cannot obey any rule, even if that means saving your life. 'Environment' is a dirty word for most, and almost no one thinks of the consequences of their actions when it comes to clean air, clean streets, or recycling.
People embraced democracy with a vengeance - the American way. No one can infringe their rights and ask them to wear a mask, and most of them read obscure blogs on the Internet, preaching about conspirations, micro-chipping through vaccines, and the financiers in the shadows that support Biden. Conversations would be fun, hadn't been for the name-calling and broken relationships.
But that's enough explanation about the setting of my life right now. If you have managed to overcome your boredom so far, you will be glad to hear that Rex seems to be doing just fine after a long period of illness. We moved to another area of the city, and he seems to love it here. What's not to like? There's a lot of grass and trees, wide spaces to walk, birds, and cats.
We've had only a tiny hiccup. Rex found himself with a stalker: a black-and-white kitten, who would accompany him in his morning walk.
He accepted the strange walk fellow for a couple of months. Nevertheless, in the end, he decided to put his foot down and tried to bark at the cat to leave him alone. But you know cats. They are stubborn. If they want something, they find a way to get it. So our little furry friend ignored Rex's bouts of frustration and continued to come along during the morning walk.
Although funny, my tired brain couldn't take it anymore, so I hatched a different plan. Barking didn't work, so I changed the schedule and headed out just a bit earlier. When we got back home, the kitten was already in front of the building, waiting for his barking friend to come. The following day, the cat waited for us when we came out. Smart cat: she already calculated when we would go out.
What can you do, eh? Nothing more, but alternate the schedule and keep her guessing. It worked this morning, even though it didn't work the other day. But hey! You win some. You lose some. I am sure we'll get the hang of it.
Anyway, there are more disturbing things than that.
I am getting more convinced that Rex has OCD. If I leave an object in a place where I have never left it before, he barks until I put it back - how's that about living with a slave driver?
A couple of days ago, I dusted the furniture. Through a mere mistake, I moved a knick-knack about an inch to the right. Maybe Rex wouldn't have noticed it if he were not on the sofa. But he was, and he did. He blasted my ear-drums until I put the object in the exact location where it lay previously. Imagine how fun it is to buy a new appliance or piece of furniture.
Life is full of fun if you know where to look.
On New Year's Eve, despite the curfew, we heard fireworks for hours. I hear that my mother's dog spent the entire evening and night in the bathroom. Rex was content to bark a bit and polish his food off. He wanted to be sure that no one would steal it.
I remember when Rex passed through his first earthquake in 2018, he did the same thing. He only jumped off the bed, barking furiously, of course (his way to express his dissatisfaction), and he checked his food. Afterward, he made sure that there was nothing left on the plate for the earthquake to steal.
Anyway, that's enough for a new encounter in a new year. I planned to begin writing a new novel today. I suppose I should get to it.
I'll leave you with a few pictures with Rex. I hope you'll enjoy them.
AND A HAPPY NEW YEAR! THANK GOD 2020 LEFT! WELCOME 2021!
Born sometime in the past century, living in the 21st century.
Sometimes I have good ideas... (what do you think?)
Sometimes fascinating guests!
(that for sure!)
Sometimes I have to share some of my frustrations,..
(not too tempting, huh!)
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