I recited mantras in the woods today under the rain. I usually recite them silently but I said them outloud today between the trees and moss. It looks like I have finally alienated my big sister. We long had a very distant relation. It looks like she is now having her own story telling to do. I find it peculiar and surprising. 

The French music is playing, pop, at Ici Musique. I don't know if I am supposed to feel sad about sister. I am curious to know where she is going with this tale. Shouldn't I enjoy it? I tend to think so. It comes from her after all and I usually enjoy what she does when she cares about me. And about herself.

UPDATE

She called me to say she had returned from Greece yesterday. My parents said nothing about that. Oh well. So all is well!