It is interesting and frightening at the same time, how different definitions of "good weather" can be. Some are at 35 degrees in the sun or go swimming, and in any case, they have fun doing it. The other one, so I sit at home and waits for the winter. It simply can not "beautiful" be, if nothing but overweight people move in light clothes in the streets, parks and shopping centers and meet the air with its sweet and pungent odor that wafts into an already down from the living room window. It can be as little "nice" if any woman thinks that she must present her body, not matter how much or little they have of it. It may not be beautiful if, after the first lunch beer almost gets a circulatory collapse.
On all but the most unpleasant is the call to their mother with the request that one yet in this "nice weather" should mow the lawn again should.
I am an unemployed animal, determined by others that I am alienated from myself. to hoof it as self-employed through employment agencies in the country and bring loppen snacks and cold drinks, sounds these days like a dream job, however.
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