Ooof fwohoho wahaha

I'm not hibernating.
I'm just stagnant. From the thoughts in my head to the blood flow in my limbs, everything is stagnant.
It's winter, after all. And I apologize for always grumbling about the same annoying things in winter.

How many days has it been since I last basked in the sunlight?
There's no snow, just occasional rain falling from a sky that looks like the thick socks I'm wearing.
We've entered a dark, long winter. It's not that cold.
Anyway, since there's not enough light, I baked those yellow saffron buns I wrote about before (a strong appeal for a more deliberate lifestyle) in search of sunlight, and then lit up the house.
Then I discovered that one of the lamps I decorate with at Christmas was broken and wouldn't light up.
I thought, "Isn't everything breaking too quickly these days?!" (ﾟДﾟ) But then I realized I'd been using it for 10 years, so I accepted that it was probably its time.
This year, I'll use the other remaining lamp. Why not buy a new one, you ask?
I had an idea: I put one lamp on the table, turned off the room lights, and ate dinner. Like we were in the 18th century.
This way, you can't see every corner of the room, and you don't have to worry about dirty windows.
People in the old days must have eaten potatoes, pickled herring, and knäckebröd (thin, hard bread) with this much light.
In winter, they had no choice but to gather around the fireplace, knitting or carving wood.
Carving horses and bears out of wood.
That's why IKEA was created, isn't it? (Is it?) I was chattier than usual.

The outdoor light in the garden, which had been flickering on and off whimsically for a long time, suddenly stopped working altogether one day. So, in the dim light, I decided to take a look. As I pulled out the old stepladder and opened it, I pinpointed and severely jammed my left thumb.
When it really hurts, you can't even make a sound.
It's been over two weeks, and part of my finger is still numb. Did I crack it?
I got the finger pain, but I still don't know why the outdoor light stopped working.
These things happen.
I don't have the motivation to call the hospital to make an appointment or to call an electrician.
Oh dear.

But it's okay.
I acquired a small glass vase from the 17th or 18th century.
Hehe.
Thin pink glass, made by who knows who.
No brand, no kiln, just free glass, existing in its form.
Some people find it beautiful, some don't.
Some think it's valuable, some would say they don't want it even if it were given to them.
But I think it's beautiful.
I recently read somewhere that there's no such thing as a fake plate in this world; any plate is still a plate, and I found that exhilarating.
Whether your heart is moved by what is called "fake" or what is called "genuine."
I think it's perfectly fine if your heart is moved by a "fake."
Not being able to distinguish between "fake" and "genuine" is another matter, though.

Things you can't see when it's too bright, things that appear in the dark, things you can see once your eyes adjust.
Things that become blurry with too much happiness.
Things you forget with too much pain.
These days, the feelings and emotions in moments of inspiration are more precious than anything.
An age where I quickly get teary-eyed even when I encounter a kind person.
It's tiresome to live in a world that's only about right or wrong.
When it's dim, you can't see the dust in the corners of the room. Hehe.
Just embrace everything in the soft darkness. Hahaha.

To all my dear friends, please have a brilliant, festive, and joyous New Year holiday!

I heard from a childhood friend back in my hometown that he's going to cut down oak trees, let them rest for a bit, then slice them up and inoculate them with mushroom spawn next spring. He expects to harvest shiitake mushrooms in two years, but lately, they don't always grow well, so who knows what will happen. (I don't understand mushroom jargon.)
He also said he's looking forward to the December news.
A sudden proponent of the deliberate lifestyle, I can only bake bread. I could never inoculate shiitake mushrooms from a cut-down tree.
Wow, he's the real deal!

Hahaha!