Dr Murks has jumping mood

The mood is jumping. Up'n'down, up'n'down, up'n'down, up'n'down. Many times a day. A crash from one side is compensated by a good smile from another side and then from the third side a big wave of problems are coming over and then from the forth side somebody is passing a towel... During a day just so many different emotions, different moments that it seems the morning was already centuries ago. That's how Dr Murks gets old. He was born in the morning after a messy dream and lyes to rest in the evening to born again the next day. One life and one day. Tomorrow will be different than today and and today is different from yesterday.
Bul-bul-bul-bul-bul-bul-bul-bul, as Sveta sometimes says...
Tomorrow, for example, Dr Murks will born as a confident, patient and sharp sighted moderator for the series of group-interviews he has been preparing for several days. Few would recognize that this is just the good, lazy and a bit shy Dr Murks.

Dr Murks is picking mushrooms

It is autumn.
The trees are red. The leaves are falling. The wind is cold. The sun is still warm. The sun is still warm when it shines on Dr Murks' nose. Dr Murks is walking in the forest and the nose is bended downwards looking for mushrooms hidden in moss or under fallen leaves. The nose is dripping because it got a little cold. Soon Dr Murks will go back to the house and will prepare a huge pan of mushroom-sauce. With potatoes. And a big teakettle will be fulfilled. A cup of tea with honey to everyone! And a little vodka.
Dr Murks saw a brightest rainbow ever. Red-yellow-blue. It was so bright that it could have set the fores in fire. So burning. So clear.
Dr Murks went on a autumn-fair to sell home-made bread. The fairground was full of people. The bread finished quickly and the pear-juce. They made an exhibition of biggest vegetables farmers grew this season. The heaviest bumpkin was 42kg.
It is autumn.

Dr Murks and the key-souls

A Samoyed Juri Vella told once that there is a certain amount of animals a person can hunt in life. If he hunts more he will get ill and his souls of dead animals will come to hunt him.
How many keys a person can lose in life? There should be limit.
Dr Murks started losing keys in the early days. Dr Murks could lose a key just from a pocket, from a small hole in the pocket, to a small crass, to a sewage, to a compost dumping ground, to a toilet bowl etc. Dr Murks can not even remember all the places where keys could get lost. Even when a key was bound on a ribbon and hanged over the neck - it still got lost.
After many years Dr Murks again lost keys. Now the helpful bike is standing locked in town and Dr Murks is sad as the lock is too good to open easily without the key. What to do?
Dr Murks hopes that the souls of the keys are not coming to get Dr Murks lost.
:S

Dr Murks has a regional plan

On a train. To a small village or settlement to visit friends or relatives who have moved to live out of town. Uuu, there are really many like this. Dr Murks could spend whole year to visit old friends all over the country in their country-residents. Some also have a flat in town but many are permanently moved to country-side. To built their home and live happily ever after. Dr Murks loves to hang around in forests or by the river-banks, picking mushrooms and eating foxberries. But it feels really creepy to listen Mdm Liisi, who recently bought the piece of land, describing where they will built a house, where they dig a pond, where they establish their fruit-garden... There are really people who look around in the country-sides and want to call some peaces of land as their OWN. Their home. Their own home. To make plans for the future. How beautiful it will be here and how nice and how great and.... Life in the country-side.
Dr Murks has also plans with the country sides. Dr Murks takes a train, or bike, or both, or goes by hitchhiking, or asks sb come along with a car. Dr Murks looks around. Dr Murks goes in every shop on the road-sides in small villages and buys at least one item (ice-cream, beer, postcard...). Dr Murks enjoys the scenery.

Dr Murks has a pet

No, it is not a cat.
No, it is not a dog.
No, it is not even a horse.
It is a fly. Fly called The Fly (Kärbes).

Dr Murks met the fly first two mornings ago, when the fly was walking on an arm and waking him up. Annoying. Go away stupid fly and let me sleep. But the fly did not go. The fly had found the master and Dr Murks can't do nothing about it. First of all the fly was really annoying and Dr Murks looked for a moment to smash it with a newspaper. But the fly was too quick. Escaped.
The fly stays at home. When Dr Murks is sitting in the armchair and reading, the fly sits on the legs begging for caress. When Dr Murks lays on the floor and draws, the fly walks happily on the back - massaging. And when Dr Murks does not pay enough attention to the fly, the fly even tries to walk into Dr Murks' nose or eyes. After some time Dr Murks got used to the fly and looks for the fly every time Dr Murks reaches home. Is the fly still here or left? So far the fly is there :).
That is how they comfort each other in the beginning of cold autumn days.

Dr Murks in a woolen pile

It is suddenly autumn. The witchcraft told "MUTABOR" and the cold wind, the driving rain, the thunder were here in one second. All the light dresses were quickly hidden in the bottom of the cloths chest. And warm sweaters were cleaned from the dust.
Dr Murks put on woolen socks, warm trousers, woolen cardigan, scarf, hat, gloves and thick jacket. The equipment needed to be resistant to the weather conditions. The metal-bottle was taken from the shelf and filled with rum and put to the pocket. That was all.
It gets dark already at 9pm, the time Dr Murks left home. Dr Murks walked on dim-lighted streets towards the city center. The big-big-big screen was put up there. They showed films. They showed films for anybody who teared to come to the town hall square for the cold evening. And there were many. There were a huge pile of woolen people, wearing woolen sweaters and holding woolen blankets around. They were sitting, watching, laughing and crying as the film developed. The huge pile of woolen people on the first days of falls.

Dr Murks gives a lift

Dr Murks went by bus from Tartu to Tallinn, the main highway, 180km, much traffic and high speed. A middle-aged man started to talk to Dr Murks. Odd enough as hardly ever any stranger starts a conversation to anybody else in a bus in this reserved country. But even more odd, as the man was using a bus for this direction for the first in his life. Confirmed driver. He was really exited. He was really discovering a new thing. He was really happy. Dr Murks was happy to spend 2,5h more qualitatively than ordinary reading, thinking and sleeping. The time went quickly. The man did not find the bus-drive as boring, slow and inconvenient as he was expecting. He told that sometimes he spends 2,5h on driving 10km from work to home at peak hours in Tallinn. At the same time he still prefer to go by car as there is no direct public transportation line from the region he lives to the region he works. The bus would take the same time. Unfortunately, it was true.
Some months later, last weekend Dr Murks was driving the first time the same highway. Driving as a driver. The speed limit was 110. Despite the limit, angry flows of cars passed quickly the small red transporter. The road was curvy and Dr Murks breath freely after every curve. The only pleasure was to pick up all hitchhikers from the road side, fortunately there was room for every. By the end of the trip Dr Murks was still convinced that it is no pleasure or convenience to drive a car when there is a possibility to take a bus or train. Even if it takes more time and needs more planning.
For conclusion. It is really hard to change somebodies everyday practices. People are the slaves of their hobbies, customs. The man is not making easy decision when going on a bus and Dr Murks sits on a drivers place with doubts.