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.