Passive
It was one of those sizzling summer days people just wonder what is to be done, but are too lazy and tired and hot to actually have something done. So it was decided by him that nothing was to be done for the rest of that week. Next week, that is said to be a different case, the weather will have been nicer by then. Until then, sweet idleness to be enjoyed. The next minute, the telephone was heard ringing by him, and was picked up afterwards in regular order: an informal suggestion was being conveyed by a friend that they should be joined by him soon for some activity of certain drinks to be had. Gone were the idle days.
Retrograde
It was time for action; he has had enough of laziness and boredom that week. Not long ago, a certain dear friend just called to say that the parents were out for a few days and there was plenty of home-made pálinka. He picked up the phone first, of course. After having heard it ringing, naturally. Just a minute before that incident, he was completely convinced he would spend the week at home, in peace with the realisation that that week was not the week for any activity, but the next one. Anyway, it was so hot and sizzling – a typical day when one just walks around wondering what to do, but eventually sleeps through the day and goes out in the night.
Asides
The weather being terribly hot, he has come to the conclusion that he would rest rather than exhausting himself with useless activities. Similar modes of behaviour could be observed in, for example, winter, when the cold and frozen state of things simply deterred him from going out. Or take spring, for instance, the debilitating singing of the birds, blossoming of the flowers...Autumn is not even worth mentioning with its depressive and capricious disposition. Besides, it never hurts to take an activity to an artistic level. So of course, he was doing nothing out of intention, because that was exactly what he wanted. Then comes the phone ringing, the kind invitation to the usual gathering that leaves everyone pleased. And with memory losses of varying severity. He packed up his things and got on the way. What difference a minute makes.
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