You Gotta Have Seoul
My Willie Nelson CDs were a big success. My mother was almost going out of her way to show me how much she appreciated it. Sweet. My dad was very impressed too. “I’m so old fashioned, I can’t even begin to understand the concept of making your own CDs”. Haha. He was all interested in it too, helped me with the printer ink etc. It was nice.
I wish I could have a nice, normal, happy family more often.
Two pictures.
That’s Bent, my mother’s brother. And his wife Pia. I have only met her 2-3 times. I still think of “Bent and Annette”. His old wife. Pia seems nice enough though. I hope they’re happy. They’re playing golf in our back yard. They bought some kind of home-golf kit.
My dad and my grandad. 82 years old he is.
Ungh. Vacation is over. I’m going to try and not get too whiny over.
Ah, nuts to that. I don’t want my vacation to end waaaaah.
Etcetera.
I’m going to be knackered tomorrow. I hate getting up early. It will take a few days to get used to it again. And getting used to dealing with everything. People, busses, work, life. I wish I could have vacation all the time. I know it would leave me sad and empty and frustrated and bitter. But it’s so… easy. You know? Sleeping late. Waking up, knowing that they day will offer only simplicity. Freedom. Going to see the animals. Spending hours in front of the computer. Sleeping when I want to. It’s not a life, but it’s easy. So easy. Can you blame me for wanting an easy life? Every day is such a struggle. Today I will have pity for myself, tomorrow I will start working on everything again.
Oh and tomorrow I’ll see Tina Dickow too. So it ain’t not all bad. Assuming I can get up in the morning.
Back to work.