In short, this week was a week of constant adjustment of plans. Sounds bad... But what to do. War is a time when you can't plan your life even for a few days, or maybe even hours. Strange time. Over the past twenty years, we've all gotten used to stability. The future was more or less predictable. Now my plans can change right on the way to work. That's life. I'm not complaining, I'm stating.
In 2022, while in the territory occupied by the Russian fascists, I received the advice of a psychologist. That was the only good advice I've heard in my entire life. I don't trust these guys too much at all, who are trying to present as a science something that is not able to show at least some more or less intelligable statistics. But it doesn't matter. This advice was very simple. At a time when everything around you is changing rapidly, you have to find something that you can still control. Or at least create an illusion of control. For example, such a simple thing as daily house cleaning. It really helps to calm down and reduce anxiety.
And now I'm trying to put my flowers in order. It's not a goal of universal scale, but it stabilises my own world.
This is all the more timely goal when the first frosts came to us. It's really raining again. If the frost hits at night, the road will turn into an ice field. That's what I'm thinking about. Tomorrow I have to go to work early in the morning and I have every chance to catch this problem. But it's not a fact yet.
In general, the cold snap doesn't please me much. I was planning to clean the paths in my yard, but it's just unrealistic. Fortunately, the house is still warm. My gas boiler is working fine, but with constant rocket attacks, I'm not sure how long it will take. Looks like we should think about buying firewood...
What else? My dogs are trying to change the hierarchy again. They do this from time to time. This time we are entertained by Umaka. And it's strange, because she's not a leader at all. But maybe I'm wrong and it's just a manifestation of the fact that her character began to deteriorate with age. She constantly roars at everyone, tries to drive competitors away from food, lies in the doorway and does not let anyone pass. It makes me very tired, but there are no free rooms left in my house to settle her separately.
Aquarium. My main tranquillizer these days. My fish are the only creatures in my house that don't want anything from me 😂
A week full of shifting plans, cold mornings and those small attempts to create a little order when the world outside feels unpredictable. The idea of 'putting the flowers in order', quiet philosophical, as if arranging petals can steady the mind when nothing else seems stable in this chaotic yet beautiful life.
The dogs, meanwhile, are running their own political system: power struggles, dramatic declarations and one clear queen trying to rise without filing the paperwork. Maybe, Umaka is preparing for real Alpha show :)
And the fish, well, they are the calmest therapists alive themselves — just floating unbothered.
Peace 🕊
A week full of shifting plans, cold mornings and those small attempts to create a little order when the world outside feels unpredictable. The idea of 'putting the flowers in order', quiet philosophical, as if arranging petals can steady the mind when nothing else seems stable in this chaotic yet beautiful life.
The dogs, meanwhile, are running their own political system: power struggles, dramatic declarations and one clear queen trying to rise without filing the paperwork. Maybe, Umaka is preparing for real Alpha show :)
And the fish, well, they are the calmest therapists alive themselves — just floating unbothered.
Peace 🕊