Photos, finally

Here are some photos. Not the ones I promised of Transsylvania, though.

Instead I made them on the great plains of Hungary only a week ago.

The new camera has an awesome panorama function. Enjoy :)

This is a small bridge over a small river. It is not really an attraction or tourist site. The main road (not the highway) goes through the bridge and we stopped to see what there was to see. :)

 And finally, this is me, looking for stones to play in the water :)

This is for now.

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Summer has almost gone and although the days can be scorching hot, nights are cold. I like the commencing of Autumn.

I miss writing.

I miss the self that uses words to release the tension, to explore new futures and would have beens. I am part lazy. And part I am not really left alone, to my thoughts. And part I myself kind of lost connection with those little, harmless inner voices that used to tell me what to type... 

I'm in search of those... 

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Be well!

Reverse

I have got my new camera, a Nikon one, my first ever Nikon, and I am back from Transsylvania. There are pictures to come soon.

But it seems that ever since I came back, I am occupied with workload. Recently I have had three proofreading jobs.

So far I have done it only to help my fellow aspiring writers in the writers' group. But now these are strictly professional readings. My mind is tired.

In my free time I do the usual garden chores... with varying success. All my first sowings were ruined by blackbirds, so I am sowing again, hoping for whatever, good luck or something.

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I am now closer to 50 as I am to 40.

Now, I may start sentences with the phrase 'When I was young'. It is unbelievable.

Suddenly, my parents, thank God they are still around, seem really, really old. Being old if you have an almost 50 year old daughter is common sense.

I don't feel old, though.

I know...They say it's not the number of years, but the way you feel that counts.

Sometimes I feel young, like... 30.

Sometimes I feel like 90.

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Sometimes I feel the Benjamin Button way.

Either that or I have feelings that bothered me when I was much younger.

Like the purpose of life and all that stuff.

I think I found answers to all those questions when I was 30, but maybe I have to find them again.

I kind of like this new phase.

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Be well,

SzF

Expectations

Within a week I will have 

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bought my new digital camera, my first ever Nikon machine.

For financial reasons, it is a small one, not a bridge type, but the one that has a retractable zoom lense.

I am looking forward to it!

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returned from a 5 day trip to Transsylvania.

Wow.

I've been there in 2015 and 2014, as my husband gave lectures at the local Hungarian university.

So, if you add up points 1 and 2...

you'll get photos...

on this blog... :)

Be well!

When only hours are left

The other day I had a strange dream.

I was at home with my family and about the same age as I am today. Yet it was beyond question that I had only hours left. Just as if I were a machine with a pre~set lifespan. The time available for me could not have been expanded in any way. We accepted it as a fact and had no wish to fight against it.

My eyesight however was a different matter.

It seemed that sight, the organ itself had a longer, maybe an infinite time still ahead, so we deliberately spoiled it.

Yes, in my dream my husband poured some liquid into my eyes so as to make sight go away with me.

This is how my dream began, with eye~drops to make me, step by step, blind.

As the dream progressed, I noticed my sight getting worse and worse by the minute so I was more aware of time slipping out of my hands.

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I woke up mesmerized, afraid and full of thoughts.

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Promising

Finally, in waves, my tennis elbow syndrome is declining. I still have to watch my activities and I am extra cautious with movements and weights so as to not to strain my arm.

But there is a definite improvement.

For the record I list what I found helpful: specific exercises (there are lots of them available on youtube for free); rest; refraining from certain movements and lifting heavy things; volatile oils and last, but not least: castor oil. The latter proved extremely helpful.

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The first semester

My son is finally home for another two weeks. He has finished the first semester of the MSc graduate training at Sopron to become a forest engineer.

Now there are only 9 more semesters to go. I know, I know, this is just the beginning. But if he keeps liking the things he studies here and the prospects of life his future diploma may hold, he will keep on marching towards his MSc title.

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My tennis elbow on the other hand feels all right. I mean it does not go away. I overloaded my body with lots of gardening stuff in mid to late October in 2015 so by early November my right forearm has become deformed. Not knowing of the condition and to avoid pain I kept my forearm in slightly arched position and it stayed. I was practically unable to straighten it. A bit frightening sight, if you ask me. So I had to visit a specialist and by mid December I received two steroid injections. The deformity has gone now. Certain movements do hurt (like I twisting my hand when I am holding onto something between my fingers such as opening a door with a key). I can not lift anything heavy and I can not chop firewood. Well, I can, per se, but when I do such activities say more than 3 (not an accurate number, just a guess) times per day my night's gone due to the pain.

I hope to get recovery by March for the pruning season.

My chances are low.

Wow.

I am beginning to sound like the Dear Cat Diary, heh.

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0.5 out of ten :)

This year the choir is celebrating its 25th anniversary. I have been a member since 2009.

The celebration takes place in December in the 'advent' season and one of the pieces we do will be the Hallelujah choir from Händel's Messiah.

My son, now a first year BSc student to become a forest engineer in 5 years, has finished 3 of his 6 exams of the first semester.

He has spent the Christmas season with us and we were able to see how he changed. He turned 19 and he is not the teenager he used to be. He is responsible and mature in many ways. I am so proud of him.

I keep my fingers crossed for the rest of the 3 exams. And this is only the first of the ten semesters :) 

Oh, the life of mothers...