A Day In The Life

While you were hugging your cat, my cat Nekko
had yet another FHS attack and I had to hug her with ADHD Holding
for a half an hour or else she would have started
killing herself as usual.

Tzartzarim is the name of the musical piece Shira
wrote, to which I accompany with the Guitar,
and is the concert of thirty minutes I wished to play for you.

I play the guitar with one hand only,
and there is only one person on the planet who does that,
so I have yet to potentially impress you with my
left hand only guitar playing.

Despite my false earlier declarations:
I don't think you will need to impress me much further.
You are a witch, no doubt, but I am not sure of what kind...

Boy, I haven't been scared since the last nearly successful attempt on my life,
while many have tried in silly vane later,
but you!
You I will need to watch out...

If we survive this,
we will probably both die young...

A Day In The Life

I never really concluded with myself
if this table called life is to be titled
reality and imagination, or just life.

Life comes from A Day in the Life,
and means this table is a blog.

Reality and Imagination,
named after Shira's song,
is supposed to deal with tough educational
and philosophical issues pertaining to the differences
in the way indivduals see and relate to reality and life.

This girl was hot for me, and she told me over the wires.
She saw my page where I advertise I am a smoker
and it turned her on.
So I called her up and she said she can not talk to me
at the moment because she is about to be busy walking,
and then she will be busy reading a book,
which she must finish to the end first,
and then she will call me back.
The Cello from Yair Trivalsky's hilarious book about
blind dating immediately came to mind.
She was also a musician, as it was. No relation.

She called me up to say she is now
done with her previous preoccupations,
and the conversation can flow:

She has chronic astma since birth.
Do I smoke? and will I stop? or else...

and besides, all the while we talked about non-smoking,
she had missed three calls that would probably
be people wanting to return her purse.
She had just lost it during her walk-away from dating.

Pavlov (1), Freud (2) and noSoul jumped me all at once.

Now I lost her wallet minutes after
we talked for the first time,
and she will be drooling forever when I ring the bell,
and be calling the police.