Bee

Summer is to be experienced in the country side and not in the city, so I am spending much of the summer at home in Dalarna where I grew up. To be more exact in the rural area of Svärdsjö.
Although I have planned to spend a lot of my time reading, thinking, and writing there is another reason it sounds like I am in a bee hive. It is not my busy brain buzzing with ideas, there seems to be a bee colony in our ventilation system. All the vents indoor are now shut but I can still hear them.

Completely unrelated I got an interesting phone call yesterday. I have heard about it happening, that people will think that what you do as a mentalist is real. And although some things can be real it is usually not the things that people think are real and certainly not as much as they think that is real.
Yesterday I got my first phone call from a person that thought that what I did was real and wanted to hire me to perform psychic surgery. Psychic surgery in all its forms is a swindle that targets people clutching for straws when modern medicine can't promise a cure. It can look a bit different since there are several distinct forms of psychic surgery. The form I perform as a demonstration of how real it can look is when the “doctor” puts his (or her) hands inside the patient victim and extract bloody pieces of something organic.
It does not work but it can be instructional for people to see how real it can look so that they don't think that people that grab at this last straw are idiots. Apparently I do it so well that I could have got a job performing it for real.