Noises, noises

What’s the strangest place from which you’ve posted to your blog? When was the last time you were out and about, and suddenly thought, “I need to write about this!”?

When I can’t get close to my desk, where my computer resides, I simply can’t post. Sometimes I tried to do it from my iPad but is not the same. Sometimes I’m so busy with other things that I can’t write a word. I’m about to cry out of lack of inspiration. Around me, a lot of noises from the street and from the neighbours who have put  music at top volume. Again. I’m tired of going to tell them to turn it down. The worst is when they begin to play their electronic organ, also full up, repeating the same melody over and over again and making the same mistake over and over again. I know they won’t listen. I’ have not strength to get angry today with another useless argument. It’s difficult to concentrate. Yesterday I had a very complicated day with mom. In fact, the whole weekend was hard. Today I have more help and it’s easier. But it’s impossible to rest. Noises, noises.

Two days ago I managed to go out for a short walk and I had a brief distraction. I saw people coming out from a wedding. It was a high society event, it seemed. Women  dressed up like models, walking around like in a fashion show wearing impossible shoes and fancy dresses. I even saw a poor girl in an emerald-green gown, trying to keep her balance in her high-heeled shoes, wearing an ostentatious tiara. They were waiting for a bus which was going to pick them up to bring them to the party. Meanwhile, they  went to the bars of the square, and they shared counter with the regulars who were not precisely in elegant attires.  All the contrary. Funny mix. A pity I had not my camera with me.

Blogger in a Strange Land.

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