I am writing my life, not very interesting for anyone exept myself, but I like knitting together texts from the treads from my life. To day I am totally inert. I can not get used to be alone in the house. My son left on monday, and I will not see him again before easter, and my husband went to Austria the same day, and will be back on friday. I am trying hard to look at the bright side of life , but are better at feeling sorry for my self. But it could be worse, imagine Laika, the dog that was sent to outher space, to die!(My life as a dog)
|The text says black sighted, the opposite of "Always Look at the Bright Side of Life"|
Men dette kan jeg jo ikke være ved, egentlig. Jeg er jo ikke svartsynt.Tvert i mot. Og i dag er det skuddårsdagen. Hadde det ikke vært for skuddårsdag, hadde jeg vel aldri blitt gift. Skuddårsdagen i 1984 fant jeg ut at jeg måtte fri til han som senere ble mannen min. Dagen etter kom han hjem med diverse par gummihansker! Har dere hørt på maken, kjerring ville han ha, men gifte seg, det ville han ikke. Det ble et langt lerret å bleke; hver kveld fridde jeg, og han gav seg ikke før vi kom til pinseaften. Men så ble vi gift begge to. Noen roser passer vel godt, for å veie opp for svartsynet!
Well, I am not quite like that, I am not black-sighted, not all the time. To day is the leap day (I hope that is the right word in english for 29th of February), and I have to think back to the year of 1984 and the leap day that year. I proposed to him, and he tured my generous offer of marrying me down. But I did not give up, every night, when we went to bed, I proposed again. And on whit sunday, he just gave in. OK, he said, and as far as I know, he has no regrets. To balance the Black- sighted photo, have some bright roses! I have got them from my husband...