complimentary colors

life on the mountain, living like goats.
This is where I want to be most when I am to be here.

Baba however is almost always being yellow, Im getting to be a deep blue, and in the end its turning into a firing red! (thank you Fiona) All these colors together are not complimentary and true to the science of light we are entering a grey relationship. My grandma is always worried! always stressed. I think more than ever, at least from what I remember and its freaking me out.
I dont think it's my patience, im just worried for her. Worry upon worry, it just cant be good for your health.

Finally we left the city for the bulgarian hills. Ezvor(the village below our villa) is a pretty special place. I dont know how I got this idea, if its from my little kiddie days when I played in all the endless places it has to offer, or because its soooooooooooOOOooooo peace. Peace on earth! I think me and my dyado(grampa) are made of the same blood. Its a good thing someone decided to name me after him and not someone else. The air is good to us, and the quiet is good to us, and the work well it brings food to us. They dont let me do much, and thats not surprising because what do I know about subsistence? Actually I know a lot, but my subsistence comes from other things.... . That one day, the day before last, we went searching for wild herbs in the forest to cure cough. I almost wish I still had my cough so I could use the herbs I picked myself to cure myself. Hows that for self preservation and healing! I work for my food, much harder than I realize. The money I trade at the grocery stores does not give me that same deal that the fresh produce I pick from the garden and prepare into salad does. I'm cheating myself and I hope above all that I can accomplish something on a small scale here and bring it home whether on paper, in my head, or at the least in my heart. Its the simplest form of life. wake, eat, work, eat, rest, work, sleep. Its a pattern that has been practiced for centuries yet I cant find it in America, in fact its looked down upon. Rest after lunch? Lazy lazy lazy. Assholes, I wish people could see the work that comes out of their bodies as physical...clouds or something. Watch it seep out of their fingers and into their stuff. I guess then you can really bond with your TV.

Whatever, even here there is Bulgarian Idol. ? gospode!

Im going to keep coming back there to the mountains high up up with my dyado as much as I can. I hate the city, I might even hate all large cities. All these boots! its driving me crazy, all this decorated extravagant style I've always thought gaudy. Chowga! Fake sunglasses, filthy dealers. The only ones I want to recognize are my family and the man selling sunflower seeds on the street. GOOD DAY