February 2nd, 2014.

February. The snow is almost gone, thaw took it all overnight. Good riddance, I say.

Alone in the house. At very last. Kids on Funen, V off at some seminar at her beloved Vallekilde. Saw ‘All is Lost’, a beautiful film. Slept in. Cleaned up some of our mess. Now will read up on some of her economics-chapters, V, to be able to help her when in a few weeks it’s time for her exam.

Turned on the telly to break the silence for a beat, and lingered on a natural geographics channel, they were doing some thing on the yearly migration of the whales. All accompanied by very poignant music, which I promptly turned off. Realized I’m getting to be so old that I don’t need any kind of music in nature-shows to tell me how to feel about a very beautiful scenery. I remember (no pun intended) that our memory is limited and as we get older, we get mentally slower because it takes us longer to get a hold of those things we filled our memory with, whereas as younger we haven’t that baggage and locates our recollections immediately. I guess in many ways I’ve become discriminative in how I choose to spend my time. I don’t read many public comments on newspaper-articles anymore, I generally don’t follow as many sports as I used to… Those sort of things. And I’m certainly more picky about the movies I watch, though on the other hand more inquisitative in regards to music. I dunno… I think that having this kind of a journal, in which to confine memories, in some fashion will help in keeping me sharp throughout; I can ‘store’ the stuff here and thus allocate more memory for current affairs. At least that’s what I’d like to think is possible.

 

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