A present

Part 1

During my life I had just a few friends. Never more than one, or maybe two at the same time. There were even times when someone wanted to be my friend because boys they had crush on had a crush on me. :) Simple as that.

I can't say that I am a very good friend, mostly because I don't take time for people when they think I should take time for them. Honestly, since I've been living on my own, here, where I live now, I prefer staying at home than go out with someone a couple of days in a week. I also prefer hiking in the mountains alone, as I can take my own pace and my own time, sometimes go off the beaten track and really enjoy a day. Well, if it is too dangerous, Ž joins me on such hikes, which are eventually not just that but also climbing.

On the other hand, I will be there for a friend if she/he needs me. Always. It is most likely that I won't forget friend's birthday, and it is quite possible that I will surprise my friend with a small present when she/he won't expect it. Maybe I am just a little bit lazy for those who are impatient. Or I won't come up with a question or the right words when they are expected. I don't know. I was thinking that in my youth we never had guests at home and no wonder that my house doesn't welcome guests very often. Not that they are not welcome, it is just that I don't have many friends or know so many people with whom I would feel relaxed. Though, I prefer loneliness quite often.

Part 2

I don't eat mushrooms, one exception is that kind that you usually find on a pizza. Though, I like picking them (those that I know and only in small quantities), taking photos of them, I like their smell. Especially a smell of one - a parasol mushroom. I like touching this mushroom, it is so soft when you go over it with your fingers. And its smell - mmm. But I never eat them.

Yesterday I have received a little present, an ornament which reminded me of the parasol mushroom when I first saw it. It is actually made of bark (at least it seems so) and when you touch it with your fingers it is almost the same as if you were touching the parasol mushroom. It is so surprising when there is someone out there who likes what you write about, who likes what you do, who likes you, although we've never met. Someone who thinks about you and gives you a present just out of a blue. (But if I think about it, I am the same, falling down in someone's life like a shooting star. :) ) I write here about Maja, a kind and mindful person, someone who is able to put these black letters on white screen (and probably paper, too) in such a way that you can never bore reading them. Hvala, Maja, stokrat hvala! :) I still believe that people enter our lives for a reason. And that there are never too many good friends around.

P.s.: The photo was taken in this bad light we have these days, so the colors of the ornament are different in reality. This morning a meteorologist on a radio said that in Ljubljana there were only 6 hours of sunshine in the last 15 days!