Summerpost
Dear diary,
I have more than seven thousand excuses for not writing for such a
long time. To count a few and maybe name the most important one - my magic
writing pen got empty of refillable ink. It’s one of those special-kind-of pens
that needs a refill bullet every once in-awhile (depending on how much it is
used(which is apparently a lot in my case)). It’s like one of those Parker
pens, but not-parker to be more precise. As we started strolling away to that
path I can of course mention how difficult it is to find those refill-bullets up
here. Let me tell you exactly how it happened. The pen looks like this (the blue one):
I went to town and strolled in the first book shop
hoping for a quick solution (I really needed this, because I had already
written two stories in my special notebook with an average pen, which was OK,
but didn’t feel that special and could possibly damage my future writing
skills). They offered me a lot of refills with a pointy end looking like
this:
So...I realised that the guy had literally no idea
what I was even asking there and he was probably thinking, why an earth wouldnt the guy just type on his laptop (which I have to admit, I am doing right now,
but this is not a story, this is just a blog-kind-of-thingy, so I am thinking
its OK). I didn’t want to give up, so I literally draw that thing in the air
for him hoping, that he will dig out some ancient chest of refill bullets for
me and everything would be wonderful again. He pretended that he did understand
me, and sent me to another book store in the centre.
I had some time, so I went. And to my surprise
they actually had the right-looking refillers. I had already built up a logical
idea, that since these kinds of pens seem to be a dying breed, there should
probably exist only one standard for all of them. You know like they did with
the phone-chargers in the EU (except Apple got away with it, because their
charging holes must be perfectly oval and anything else would just ruin the
perfection of the design or something like that). But she had two different
kinds? Wow? Really? OK, the other one was really long and it was Parkers and I don’t
have a Parker-pen anymore, so obviously the other one should be a perfect fit.
I bought it, but listened to the cashier this time and kept the check. To my
great disappointment there was no standard!!! It was too short and too fat. It wouldn’t
fit in even if I would try to force it... Hmmm.
When I was back in the town again, I entered the
book store again and changed the refillers for the Parker ones, but my heart
felt uneasy. I had my own pen with me this time and of course the Parker
refillers where too long and too tall!!! (For illustration, I needed a refiller like this:)
I got my money back and decided to never, ever write again. Ok, I didn’t -it was a joke. I could quit many things which might or might not give me certain satisfaction and pleasure in life, but writing is not one of them.
The more I write, the more I miss it. The more I don’t
write, the more nervous I get. I feel quilty, useless and utterly meaningless
to myself. It’s the worst when a good story is about to come out. These days I
am starting to get glimpses of it - phrases, ideas, conclusions, punchlines and
I feel worse every time I don’t write them down. When I finally crab the pen,
and hit the paper my eyes turn upside down like in an exorcist movie while my
hand starts to vomit the endless lines of text. I couldn’t drop the pen if the
comet hit my house or if I felt the smell of my favourite green lemonade from
the childhood right under my nose, which would normally make me go nuts(it’s
called Tarhun and its made of seaweed) It looks like this:
I couldn’t stop if... ok, I guess you got the
point and you probably understood I was joking about the exorcist part also (no
need to send anyone over here for that matter please). Well, then the story
gets its nice ending and conclusion and I feel ecstatic relief. It’s very much
similar to the feeling that grown-ups have after they had a good...(grown-ups
know what I mean and I don’t know how many kids read this and I have marked my
blog as NO MATURE CONTENT so...). Basically, it’s a good feeling, you get the point. Then comes the question
of publishing it or not. That is a whole different story because I would have
to read the story again and consider if this one would give the same kind of
reading pleasure as it gave me writing it. So...I don’t publish everything I
write and I have also started to write personal stories to people just as a
pen-training-exercise(not many yet, but some).
The embarrassing part of the refiller-search
adventure is that I am pretty sure that I have a whole pack of the refillers
somewhere stashed away in my home and I have already turned every drawer and
box upside down several times. The good news is that I will be travelling to
the place where they sell those kinds of pens in a week, so the solution this
time would be patience (as for many things in my life recently, so that’s OK).
What else? I had all of my kids here in Norway,
also some friends from my home-country and also a friend from Europe, whom I hadn’t
met for...12 years (yes I know). I had a road trip to Lofoten islands and even to a polar zoopark, which was interesting (not a fan of zoos at all, but seeing
the moose and the bears and the wolves happily jumping around in an almost
natural environment was not so bad).
I started training my leg muscles with a TENS
machine (basically I shoot a lot of electricity to my leg muscles making them
contract) again. I also started to work out in a gym with some good old bars
and pull-down machines. Still the same workout with the KAFOs and the crutches
and the walking frame etc.
I managed to lift my entire (ok, I know it’s not
that much yet, but still) blog over to WordPress platform and managed to sort
them more or less in a way I like it, which means that I would be keeping the
work-out and progress and status stories separate from the stories, that are
just the fruit of my imagination or overfloating feelings. And...as I started
to redirect my beautiful personal domain www.itsmeargo.com to it, I realised
that WordPress is asking money for any reasonable move these days (its more
than 4 years ago I used it the last time). Which means, that I must get one of
those yearly subscriptions and that would have to wait my next payday. So, the
solution again takes patience...
Allrighty then. I guess I
will keep on updating this site until the time is ripe. Enjoy the summer, enjoy
the sun. Personally I have managed to completely burn my entire upper body 3
times so-far.
This is my humble try to blog. Normally I would just end up writing another story, which is more my kind of run(irony here) but I am missing my pen, youknow...
PS. I am not advertising any products here, at least I am not getting paid for it(and I think I should)
I am still missing a few bucks from my walk-again project, so your donations are still more than welcome here.
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