Through the eyes of a fifty-year-old: Kamjsimitozasedala or About the fine line between unnecessary and necessary

I thought that those old feelings would come back to me and I would tell you what I experienced during the holidays. Even if you are not classmates, which may be better for some of you. But I can’t help but state that summer did not disappoint again. As many times in the past, it confirmed to me that it is simply impossible to lose weight in a swimsuit, because it is much easier to watch your height than your weight. My husband didn’t surprise me either this year – he packed for the vacation as always at the last minute and, as always, he was angry that I either cleaned his things for him or threw them away. Not that I don’t have the urge. But a long marriage has taught me that there is a very thin line between what is unnecessary and what is necessary. Of course, he later found all those “where did he sit” artifacts in his piles scattered around the apartment like molehills in the garden.

About the garden. Even this year, during the summer apple season, we were visited by an unknown prankster who returned everything I collected during the day under the tree at night. Can someone please make him stop being funny? Meteorological and geographical phenomena also functioned infallibly. Whenever I rode my bike, the wind blew against me. And whenever I went uphill, someone was blowing my back. When I realized I was going in the wrong direction, I didn’t go back to the point where he was still good. Like the mule, I continued on because “there must be a way here somewhere”. Must. But I didn’t find her. And I was looking for her even in the thicket!

It’s nice to have something to rely on in life. It’s actually very comforting when everyone mutters that it’s hot and when it cools down they complain about their vacation being spoiled. It’s proof that our good old world still exists. And so I can say the same as before – everything was great during the holidays. Even though it almost didn’t rain and the boys don’t stop playing doctor too much.

PS If there is Jirka Pospíšil among the readers, who in the fifth grade stabbed me in the thigh with a compass as a sign of love, please write to me. I would like to repay his favor. Zn.: I have a circlet.

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