Princess Murks has the life in a chest of drawers

Princess Murks was constructing herself a bookshelf, thinking at the same time: "Life consists of drawers. Life is a chest of drawers."

The drawers are openable and closeable. Sometimes you need to use force to open or close them, sometimes they move smoothly, sometimes they do it without your effort.

There is difficult to count all of them. Sometimes you think you know all, but still find more and more drawers with different stuff in them that you had forgotten or never saw before.

All the drawers have some things in them. The things can be anything. Buildings, money, art work, emotions, people, places, knowledge... It can also be emptiness.
Every now and then you should clean the drawers. At least some of them. The ones that consists the things that can go easily bad. Otherwise they start stinking. Start rotting and can make the stuff in the other selves go bad as well. Or, worse, they can make the chest start putrefy. Jäk!

Every drawer is a working system, with its life circles, progress, development. The things can change their specialization, at the same time they always belong to the one body in the drawer. At the same time...

If you want to explain to a "thing" in one drawer that you also have other drawers and describe what things are in there, how they look like, what they do... It is impossible. Impossible to understand for the "thing" from drawer the 1st. Impossible even to find understandable words for explaining. And if the "thing" from drawer the 1st would by accident be put to a wrong drawer... what a mess would continue. Although, maybe in time the "thing" would get used to the life in this new drawer for him but still not believe that there could be many more.

At the same time. It is interesting to have many drawers. Get new ones, close some, open old ones. And it is interesting to discover the drawers of other people.

Picture: A fragment of "Espana", by Dali

Princess Murks shares the bed

Princess Murks has a bed. Princess Murks had not had a bed for 8 years since moving to Tartu. Always on the mattress on the floor. Sometimes even without the mattress, just the blanket and a sheet. But now, since Princess Murks moved to a new flat with a cold floor she also arranged herself a small bed to sleep on. The bed is wide but short. The mattress is hard. In this sense it does not feel like sleeping somewhere else, not on the floor. But there are surprising novelties related to the bed:
1. there is some space under the bed to keep things. Rucksacks, boxes, stuff with no everyday use can happily spend their time there.
2. the bed can be shared! What a fun! Princess Murks often does not need to sleep alone in the bed. There have been several bed-shearers. During the first month the number of bed-shearers was counted till 5. And, though Princess Murks also has some mattresses by now to let people sleep on the floor, YOU can still contact Princess Murks and book the night for bed-shearing!
What a fun to have a bed!

Princess Murks is not able to use official language

It sounds rude and cold. Does it? Sounds as a machine has produced it not an human being. Concrete structure, specific words, introduction, topics, explanations, conclusion, concluding remarks. Nothing personal, nothing light and funny, no mistakes. Brutal facts, brutal info. Boring.
It sounds as the writer is lying: can not be true that somebody can write any official text from the bottom of their heart. Or should there be an heart in every text somebody writes? Why not? No use to produce something without really truly believe it. "Bäh", if the aim is just to fill the form. Boring!

Princess Murks did The Marathon

63km. From Otepää to Elva, on the snow, with the skis. 1h faster than last time that was 3 years ago. Preparation: 35km during last 3 weeks (not promising :S), lots of nuts-and-pasta-eating in last days. And there she went, up-nd-down the hills, inside the forest, on the fields. Talking to the people in bee-costumes, to old men wearing the same clothes and skis as on the marathon 20 years ago. Relaxing, chilling, eating bananas nd drinking different salty stuff on the stops. 7h:2min:44sec.
To prevent the acing muscles, Princess Murks jumped into the hot-water-barrel and took a "leili" in men-sauna urgently after the Finish. Great success!Photo on 39th kilometer, by Mika Keränen

Princess Murks depends on the Sun

The Sun. Extremely important. The Sun. Makes an enormous difference. The Sun. Gives confidence. The Sun. Brings the smile to the face. The Sun. Empoweres. The Sun. Puts the feet to dance. The Sun. Contrasts the sky to glow. The Sun. Makes the nose freckled. The Sun. Starts the melodies in the head. The Sun. Has made Princess Murks depend on the Sun.

Princess Murks has bad sense

Eh. Weird dream. Somebody was shouting really demandingly Princess murks name at night.... Princess Murks was a sleep but woke up as she was replying loudly through the dreams: "I am here!" Was the calling voice real? There was nobody. The room is empty, the corridor is empty, the house is sleeping. Brrrrrr! What was it?

Princess Murks sees the beauty

Princess Murks is walking on the streets. Suddenly she realizes that she has not seen an ugly person for a long time. Where are the ugly ones gone? There are only walking, passing people who are more beautiful than the other. Princess Murks gets an hasart: "Will I see an ugly person on Rüütli street?" But there is no monsters. Only beautiful people. Even though they have but on tonns of warm clothes, they are still so beautiful. Help-help! Where is the balance? All the ugly ones moved to other street? to other town? to other country? Seems so. Princess Murks is enjoying the moment, the company of pretty people.