I am reading a volume of collected stories by Raymond Carver, ‘Where I’m calling from’. In the story ‘Put yourself in my shoes’ Mrs. Morgan said to her new neighbors who passed by to say hi: “Stay, we haven’t gotten acquainted yet. You don’t know how we have...speculated about you.”
Today I didn’t have a special or semi-special thought so I do not know what to write. I can mention that I saw a deer in the early morning, two Red Backed Shrikes, a Big Night Peacock Eye which is really eleven centimeter wide and 5 centimeter high. Very very rare in Europe. So that’s great. That I saw it. My mother, when she still lived a very long time ago, was short of words about nature. When she saw something she liked she simply announced: ‘nature ìs beautiful!’, as if its beauty depended on her judgment. Nice.
Our bed-and-breakfast lady needs to go to her sick friend to take care of him of course. She leaves us alone with her gigantic French mansion, d’accord? And we are allowed to eat her brioche, d’accord? She asks us to close the door at night and not set the house on fire. I really need to practice my French more seriously, I think we could get along nicely. And stay there forever maybe.
I am just writing what pops up in my mind. Nothing special.
