Mika really tired today.
Let me tell you about my day real quick...
Had a job today, a family that ordered window cleaning for their big house, because they're gonna be moving out soon.
I'd estimated that it would take max 4 hours... based on the number of windows, the shape, and their condition.
But hell, they were faar worse than I thought, and far worse than they described them.

So, I spent 8 hours ripping off tape and scraping off paint from the small windows, still not getting them perfectly clean.
So it wasn't a very satisfying day...
but you know one thing that was, just the fact that I was working for me, and only me.
I am my own employer now... and suddenly work is ok, because you don't have any pressure, except your personal goals and the fact that the result is gonna be close to perfect.
I hope to be able to make a living out of this soon, window cleaning and cleaning in general.
I've got several customers already, and more are gonna come, I'm sure of that. Why am I sure of that?
Because I have to believe that this business is blessed. I'm doing it for the right purpose.
I hope God approves and let's it work out as good as possible.

Night everyone, and nighty night my rose.


This is a song I wrote about a year ago. And I like it :-)

I found my way back home on a pair of western wheels

I had set aside my life and put on my dancin’ heels

I went as far as I could with the cold and the wood and the stone

Ended up with an old guitar and a love strapped to my bone

 

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Rosie, the beauty of my day

Our life’s a wager, love, come what may

Rosie, bring your sorrow ‘cross the vast

Oh, I wish the autumn would last

 

Built myself a house ‘neath the ridge where the pine trees grow

Time is taking casualties, cause my heart is all that I know

Can’t seem to reach the end of my bitter silver line

So I bow down now and then, and let my hands entwine

 

~

 

Said a prayer for the luck that died, the chance that got away

Godspeed to you my friend, My love and I will stay

Crop’s good in the autumn time, you and I both know

In this ghost town we will end our days and hang our heads down low.

 

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