Habits

This morning (April 20) the sky darkened over Italy and from the sea it seemed like it was going to rain more heavily. Oliver's "Our love is over" goes best with a day like this, with the opening line: "The leaden sky is preparing a rain of sorrow..."

In the second half of his term, April is doing some yoga, but May is already breathing down his neck. And with the arrival of May, the ugly days will be a thing of the past...

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There is a lot of confusion and contradiction in the political scene. Immoderate, hasty and inflammatory statements are pouring in from all sides, including in the ruling coalition. Their authors, it seems, do not know that neither they nor their views are very important to us. We just want a better quality of life and more honest politicians. We (and by "we" I mean adult citizens, averagely educated and educated, without political ambitions) removed the stain from Montenegro as a rare country in Europe that did not change the government in multi-party elections. We replaced a bad government and gave the opposition a chance. Dismantling the freakish system, full of corruption and nepotism, which hasn't changed for 30 years, takes time and patience, but if the coalition can't preserve the power we gave it with our votes and improve life in Montenegro, then let it be the opposition again. It would be a huge step back, but what would they say to Barana: "Posa' big."

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As the years go by, husband and wife look more and more like each other. Not only spiritually, but also physically. And they take over the habits and interests, and even the characteristics of the other. Marriage is a union in which two people, regardless of the amount of love between them, strive to make their lives better and easier through compromises.

In these almost 35 years of marriage, I have adopted dozens of my wife's habits. Some were mine (um...), and some we changed together. I thought I would never drink coffee without sugar. Now I can't taste it if there is even a gram of sugar in it. But there is no way that I will drink the coffee cold as she drinks it. I like to eat it hot.

And I know, it won't be long - I'll start drinking cold coffee and wonder how I used to be able to drink it hot.

I'm not a character at all.

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One dear Baranin, who started his ninth decade, effectively explains the passage of time.

"It seems like yesterday when I could do the work from a meter away and not spill a drop. Now if I don't step on those ceramics, I'll make a bar..."

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On Saturday I receive the second dose of the vaccine. I'm calculating: even if I get strafed by the corona after double pelting, I shouldn't be stuck. It seems to me that by getting vaccinated, I did something good. Do it and you, dear readers of this blog, will feel better, both mentally and physically.

Obviously, we have many corona years ahead of us, and once a year we will have to "c(ij)epimo".

The question of time is who will be the first to exclaim: "For God's sake, was there life before the corona?!"

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There are Barans who have not moved anywhere from Bar or beyond their native Crmnica. They always looked down on those who like to travel. In the time of corona, it seems that they have become even more confident in themselves and their way of life. When you meet them, it seems to you that they are more satisfied with themselves than usual, they seem even stronger and healthier, and the question floats in their eyes: "Well, why aren't you traveling now?" For them, the trip was and remains a waste of time and money.

Many of them have no idea who D. Radović was, but someone long ago reminded them of one of his quotes and now they are happy to paraphrase it: "Don't go anywhere from the Bar if you have to go back to it again." If you will look forward to the return more than the departure.

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From Bar Tales 3:

A centimeter

Branko Mašanović was chatting with Danilo Malić, the most famous local surgeon, in his tailor's shop when a man came with a ready-made suit, asking for his pants to be shortened by one centimeter. Branko stood up, told the man to put on his pants and marked the centimeter he needed to shorten with chalk. He told him to come back in an hour.

When the latter swerved towards the highway and "Voćara", Branko licked his finger, wiped off the chalk and returned to his conversation with Dr. Malić, who decided to postpone all his duties and stay in the shop for the next hour just to see what would happen. The customer came exactly in 60 minutes, tried on the pants and enthusiastically said: "There, I told everyone that the price was excessive!" All happy, he paid for the repair and went home, to the undisguised amazement of Dr. Malić and the sly smile of the bar tailor.