Looks like I forgot to water the smallest ones. Some of the flowers withered.I definitely should be more attentive.

Y. told me: “Wouldn’t it be hurtful to eat them? Like, you have been raising them for a year and then you just eat them.”

No, it wouldn’t. I grow them for food. If I wanted just to have plants at home I would buy some flowers. 

16th September http://n-992.tumblr.com/post/97652348685/a-fresh-photo-of-the-tomatoes-13th

13th September http://n-992.tumblr.com/post/97365692030/they-dont-stop-surprising-me-the-smallest-ones

6th September http://n-992.tumblr.com/post/96789435650/my-tomatoes-some-are-really-big-but-others-stay

1st August http://n-992.tumblr.com/post/93434685870/my-tomatoes-little-pretties

27 July http://n-992.tumblr.com/post/92999931550/i-finally-did-it-these-are-going-to-be-tomatoes 

6th August http://n-992.tumblr.com/post/93969728620/almost-all-my-little-pretties-are-in-separate-pots

Enjoying small things.

I slept like a queen yesterday:  between Y. and the wall, on the softest part of the sofa. (I like sleeping near the wall.)

I was lying on my back, then I turned over on my side and faced the wall. Y. moved closer to me. I could feel where she was although we both had separate blankets. I was l lying and thinking whether she would hug me or not. The next moment her bare foot slipped out of the blanket and clang to mine, half bare half covered with a sock. And it was ….. so pleasant and exciting. 

A couple of minutes later it also became a little too hot, but I bore that bravely for my mental joy was much bigger than my physical discomfort.

As I told it’s cold in my office. And there are two facts I want to mention today.

1. We have a wall split air conditioner in one of the rooms, but neither I, nor my boss nor my boss remember how to turn on the heating. She was really cold, I gave her my warm shirt I brought to work yesterday. She looked really good and got warm. Don’t know why, but people usually look nice in my closes. Probably I have good taste))).

2. My other colleague probably has only one warm sweater so she wears it every day. And I feel her smell in classrooms long after she’s gone. I hope this will stop when the temperature is OK inside. She’s a nice woman apart from it. 

A nightmare

I had a nightmare today. My mind plays tricks on me, as usual. 

Sonia appeared out of thin air on Saturday (or maybe Friday) evening, when I desired to get to Y.’s place. I was standing on a bus stop and the bus came. It was going to be a long road and most possibly Y. wouldn’t mind, so I told Sonia she could go with me and we would phone Y. from the bus and decide what to do. But I didn’t want to take her with me.

The bus that goes from me to the destination is usually full of drunk trash. So there were 3 chavs on that one. Sonia started making jokes about the girl whose jeans were low enough to see her thong. There came a fight. I was telling her to stop and the chavs not to pay any attention to her ‘cause she was stupid. I even started communicating to one of them about fishing and other “man’s” stuff, and everything seemed to be ok, But at the next bus stop Sonia got off the bus in tears, saying something like she couldn’t bear this anymore. 

I followed her. There were the stairs which went down from the bus stop. She ran down shedding the rear tears and muttering something to me. She headed to the tram station. The landscape looked like one near the tram terminus in Volgagrad. Dry sandy soil, the trees without leaves - it was autumn. I ran after her, thinking “Here we come! Y.’ is not the only one now.” (She is used to having scandals with her significant other). I was shouting something like “Then fuck you! I’m not going to coddle with you, I’m not going to care about you! Fuck you!” 

After hearing this she changed her mind, ran back to me and said she wouldn’t do that anymore. I told her we should go back to the road to a trolley bus station. She ran up the hill through the trees. I complained: “You’re always leading me through the bushes!” Branches whipped my face. 

When we came to the trolley bus stop I understood that something was wrong with the place. It definitely wasn’t the main street. It was too quiet there. There were less and less people. Something reminded me about the place I knew, the place I was going to be at, but really a little.

AND THEN IT TURNED OUT TO BE THAT SONIA WAS A DEMON. SHE HAD A GROUCH ON ME, SO SHE STARTED CHANGING\DELETING THE SPACE AROUND ME.

 Then I woke up.

I should admit that Sonia isn’t my girlfriend. I’ve never had anything intimate with her and I’ve never really wanted. And yes, I went to bed really drunk yesterday.

A fresh photo of the tomatoes.
13th September http://n-992.tumblr.com/post/97365692030/they-dont-stop-surprising-me-the-smallest-ones
6th September http://n-992.tumblr.com/post/96789435650/my-tomatoes-some-are-really-big-but-others-stay
1st August http://n-992.tumblr.com/post/93434685870/my-tomatoes-little-pretties
27 July http://n-992.tumblr.com/post/92999931550/i-finally-did-it-these-are-going-to-be-tomatoes 
6th August http://n-992.tumblr.com/post/93969728620/almost-all-my-little-pretties-are-in-separate-pots

A fresh photo of the tomatoes.

13th September http://n-992.tumblr.com/post/97365692030/they-dont-stop-surprising-me-the-smallest-ones

6th September http://n-992.tumblr.com/post/96789435650/my-tomatoes-some-are-really-big-but-others-stay

1st August http://n-992.tumblr.com/post/93434685870/my-tomatoes-little-pretties

27 July http://n-992.tumblr.com/post/92999931550/i-finally-did-it-these-are-going-to-be-tomatoes 

6th August http://n-992.tumblr.com/post/93969728620/almost-all-my-little-pretties-are-in-separate-pots