a week has passed and i cannot place it in time. it all seems a blur between work, cat fleas and the fight with bed bugs. pest control companies, research, work, visits, vet bills, and a wonderful dinner at a friend's place. this passed week did not present itself with a clear structure. very weird. not necessarily enjoyable. a weekend ahead of me and all i want to do is attend to my beloved activities. such as learning Spanish, going on an artist date, cooking a great meal, baking, writing to a friend, going for a long run, reading a good book.. weekends.. i vaguely remember them from an earlier time. i never thought i would ever be where i am.

my cat has fleas.

not one, not two, not many - but MILLIONS!

What a nightmare.

I schlepped her to the VET. she got a pill to kill off the monsters and 'mama cat' got a spray to kill all the fleas in the house - on rugs, beds, pillows, floors, shelves AFTER vacuum cleaning the house meticulously. But lets face it, it is IMPOSSIBLE to get rid of all the larvae, i mean HOW? they stick to everything - including shoes, clothes and hands. and how does one vacuum and wash all the linen and rugs, etc without touching other objects at the same time - for example, the door of the washing machine?

just the thought of this endless sisyphus work drives me crazy! At least my indoor/outdoor cat does not have fleas. do i need to say that i had to schlepp her to the VET too?. do I need to mention the VET bill? Anyway, I'm so relieved that only 'fat cat' got attacked by fleas. she is not so agile and cannot jump on any elevated surface, which makes me believe (wishful thinking?) that the flea pests have not spread too much. the thought of those flea larvae everywhere drives me crazy! and why in the world does an indoor cat get fleas it the first place?

well, what does not kill you makes you stronger..or so I have heard before!

I cannot believe that I slept 9 hours. I woke up only once. feeling thirsty, i reluctantly walked downstairs into the kitchen to pour myself some apple juice, mixed with water. I don't like either of the two fluids, but i downed the drink and went straight back to bed. I could have slept even longer. I probably would have if i did not have to leave the house. I remember a part of a very long dream from last night. I was living in a large loft like house. i mean large - 10-20.000 square feet. there was a constant flow of people, coming and going and one morning the kitchen counter was a complete mess, the toilets were clogged and the ugly brown contents spilled all over. it was disgusting and i screamed and yelled. i was so angry i could hardly control my voice. eventually - it got all cleaned up and cleaned out and during that process, i realized that i had rented out two rooms and the tenants had not pay their rent yet. this was, in a way, a great discovery, because it dawned on me that i could pay off my house by simply keeping these two room rented out. Part of the loft was a theater complex, and another part was a huge apartment bought by a couple from the city. all very confusing... - i need to get going...

This piece is part of an art exhibition. it is created with spools of various colored threads. only from a distance does the piece reveal the image of Mr. Spock. There is a little glass ball mounted on a black stick in front of the image. if one looks through it, the image rotates 180 degrees. Most likely a computer can generate the pattern for the spools, and most likely it's 'just' an optical illusions. in other words, one could be very critical of 'the quality' of this art, but it makes me smile and for a while all there was was the art piece and the viewer, in this case, me.

the shadows on the wall are scary. the wind gusts too.

the silence speaks so loudly and every little sound here and there makes me freak out, when I can't determine its source. last night, in the middle of the night, the calculator started to play a melody. beyond reasoning. i got up and couldn't believe what i heard. there was really a melody coming from this device. i hit a key and it stopped immediately. i went straight back to bed and started counting to avoid any and all thoughts. my heart was beating so fast. i fell asleep again. luckily. otherwise, this would have turned into a night without any sleep at all, with me wandering through the rooms trying to catch the shadows.

I have a cat and i have a hat.

I have a black dress and I have a large pot.

I have many recipes and i can have quite a few drinks.

I have a broom and I have a house and a spouse.

I have mice, too.

I have a sixth sense and I have a book full of spells.

I have a crystal ball, I have cards.

I have secrets and I have a voice.

Soon the moon will rise.. watch out!

Today at the airport i went to the visitor platform on the 3rd floor. through the large windows i had a great view of a southwest airplane, which was just about to finish boarding and to taxi to the runway. I was tired and therefore to me time seemed to have different levels of speed. i gazed through the windows and saw the suitcases being loaded onto the aircraft. finally the 'finger' pulled back and the aircraft rolled toward the runway, slowly, ever so slowly. i could see the plane turning at the far end of the runway. it stood there for a few minutes before the engines started firing and the plane started speeding, passed my spot. And before long it took off into the orange morning sky. my eyes followed the little blue grey dot until it disappeared into the clouds. it was gone, it vanished. and the gate, right in front of me, was empty. it seemed like there had never been a plane there.I know it was there just a short while ago, but the concrete floor showed no traces of any sort. i stared through the windows and felt very uneasy.