Must be doing something right.

Lily got sick, passed it on to me, and we're both sick now. We rested yesterday, we rest today. She's better now, and surprised me with an act of love which caused a sudden splurge of all those good hormones in me. Probable the reason I feel better now, too.

What looks like the attempt to breakfast carried out with more enthusiasm than skill by a 7 year old is exactly that. She went on the balcony, harvested a tomato. She cut up some sourdough baguette, although she's still a little hesitant using the bread knife and tries to avoid it. She battled with an avocado for around 10min (I could hear her), to make it look somewhat like Guacamole. She threw some chochos on the dish, because she knows how much I like them and that they're a very healthy food.

And then she came into my room, with the biggest smile possible on her face. So proud of herself, with that excitement in her eyes to see how I would react upon her act of love.

How not get an instant high of love?

It's one thing that she prepares herself breakfast, usually muesli. The other thing is realizing that I'm unwell (it was a rough night, she kept me up, plus my tonsils felt like tennis balls all night), and wanting to remedy that, wanting to help me.

I must be doing something right.

We. Not just me. We. Her mom, me, my family, my community. We.

I found this song from one of my favorite Scandinavian Singer/Songwriters. The lyrics are awesome, too. About that inevitable exposure of our daughters to our feelings.

There was something else that Lily said, and I don't know how to take it. She said: "Nothings going to separate us anymore, not even mom." That stung. She remedied it by saying that nothing is going to separate her from her mom, either, but I don't know how much she really knows, or maybe felt, from the turmoils of her first 6 years. She didn't say it with resent, maybe because she knows that I left all that behind, too.

Maybe I'm doing that right, too.

I don't resent her mom for the things she did, not anymore. Though I think she still resents me for the things that I did, and the things she thinks I did. We weren't good people to each other. But I hope that working through it, finding my mistakes, doing my part of the work consistently, I hope that rubbed of on Lily.

Second one is a band I was reminded of yesterday. We were talking about Simon & Garfunkel, and there was "this band" in my head, like young versions.

I once had a bet with friends from Berlin. They said if I can learn & record both guitars and voices, they'd bake me a huuuuge vegan cake. I did, though my voice is not for singing, and they made good on their promis:

They also made me a bell with the due-date for the recording. I still have it, after 13 years. It's dusty and cracked, glued back together, a part missing, but it's still there. Quite the metaphor I'd say.

Dang, I'm nostalgic today. So, why not another walk down memory lane. This one is a German Post-Punk. The music a little more melodic than regular punk, and the lyrics, oh, the lyrics.

The last to arrive, is the last to paint their picture.
With a trembling stroke,
passing old times.
And out on the lawn in front of the house,
someone lies down to sleep,
just for one night.
A little bit of time retrieved,
and onward...

A quick photo taken,
in reverse gear,
neck twisted,
the heart in the head.

At a hundred and twenty miles per hour,
out of the street, district, city, and country,
homeward — wherever that is.

You've sold your courage,
for fifty cents.

Now you're standing in the rain,
soaking to the skin,
looking for the key to the door,
that they've hammered shut,
with 9-inch-long nails.
And your hands, which are all red,
from shaking and folding,
tremble wildly from left to right.

Only giving up
That's just something you can't do.

Asked Gemini to help me translate, as there are many parts that are very hard to translate. This one works, more or less. This song reminds me of summer-nights, laying in the grass at 4am, after a party and a quick swim in the lake. How quick time has passed by us.

Two more good things that happened to me this week, to complete the three:

A friend came over. I had given them samples to try, only asking for feedback, like 5 months ago, they never got to it. He came over and said: "First, take this. (handing me 10$) Now, since it's already in your hands, it's for the jars you gave us to sample. And no, you can't give the money back." I put them into the donation jar for Lily's school.

Ellie came to the market on Thursday. She never does that since we moved the market, it's out of her way. She came just to see me, which is out of character, so it was a very nice surprise. It made me feel appreciated, and that feels good.

Post written for the #saturdayselections by Galenkp inviting us to share music in the Weekend Experiences community on Saturdays.

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