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yaaawnn...
Oct. 2nd, 2001 04:57 pmsat:
slept in, played guitar, partied at Kjinge's place. got scared by Callie's statement that she has laid plans for the next five years... and they involve me.
Korova, who knows me in a weird, intimate, & very platonic way, told me as I was going to the train on Sunday that I was to spend my vacation resting "here." (she pointed at my chest.) not just "there" (pointing at my head), but especially "here" (patting my chest again).
journey up went all right. wonder when I got so old that I actually let mysef be annoyed over children on the train. even on the so-called "first class." free newspapers & magazines & coffee, yay. and the exact blood-stilling, ass-churning fuckin' seats as the standard eco-class. next time I'm of a mind to try the "first class salon" where there are meals served and the seats are really soft.
my, whining about meaningless luxury problems actually makes me feel good in a naughty kinda way. good sign or bad? guess time will tell. =)
got off the train and got on the bus after x hours. neglected to switch buses because the driver failed to let me know it was necessary. when I discovered the error the bus had already branched out from the road and was following another fjord. driver suggested I could stay on the bus and get off at a crossroads by another ferry (which he called the ominous term of "mail-boat"), since this was so late in the evening that I already had missed all chances to catch the ferry I was supposed to be with, had I switched the buses as I ought to have done in the first place. (phew!)
so I got the driver to provide a taxi for me, we arrived at the crossroads at about 0023, I got off and waited 8 minutes for the cab, which drove me to the ferry, where it was highly apparent that the crew had long ago returned to their homes and beds. no "mail-boat" in sight. at that time the battery of my mobile was heavily strained, but not so with my patience. in retrospect my calmness and patience would seem impressive, even to me. hm. anyway, I called up Father, who at this point had driven 70 km to meet me at the other side of the fjord. "no probs," the old man said, "I have an old friend living right next to where you are. I'm calling him up right now, talk to you in a minute."
so Father calls me up again and informs me that his 75-year-old friend has a fishing boat, and is willing to ferry me over himself. not long afterwards a small scooter comes sputtering down to the quay, but the old gent tells me that the wind is too strong for him and his wooden boat to anchor at the concrete quay on the other side. I stay for the night with him and his wife instead.
she made the most wonderful plum jam. and the salted meat and smoked fish he provided made up such delicious experiences for my tongue.
didn't get home until threeish the following day, i.e. yesterday. good to see Sis. and Father, especially. they have painted my childhood home. need to go out and seek out friends soon.
played the old favorites psycho pinball and bubble bobble with Sis until late last night.
went fishing on the fjord with her and Father today. no catches, but quiet, memorable moments. whenever Sis wasn't chatting, I mean. how I love my family. =)
slept in, played guitar, partied at Kjinge's place. got scared by Callie's statement that she has laid plans for the next five years... and they involve me.
Korova, who knows me in a weird, intimate, & very platonic way, told me as I was going to the train on Sunday that I was to spend my vacation resting "here." (she pointed at my chest.) not just "there" (pointing at my head), but especially "here" (patting my chest again).
journey up went all right. wonder when I got so old that I actually let mysef be annoyed over children on the train. even on the so-called "first class." free newspapers & magazines & coffee, yay. and the exact blood-stilling, ass-churning fuckin' seats as the standard eco-class. next time I'm of a mind to try the "first class salon" where there are meals served and the seats are really soft.
my, whining about meaningless luxury problems actually makes me feel good in a naughty kinda way. good sign or bad? guess time will tell. =)
got off the train and got on the bus after x hours. neglected to switch buses because the driver failed to let me know it was necessary. when I discovered the error the bus had already branched out from the road and was following another fjord. driver suggested I could stay on the bus and get off at a crossroads by another ferry (which he called the ominous term of "mail-boat"), since this was so late in the evening that I already had missed all chances to catch the ferry I was supposed to be with, had I switched the buses as I ought to have done in the first place. (phew!)
so I got the driver to provide a taxi for me, we arrived at the crossroads at about 0023, I got off and waited 8 minutes for the cab, which drove me to the ferry, where it was highly apparent that the crew had long ago returned to their homes and beds. no "mail-boat" in sight. at that time the battery of my mobile was heavily strained, but not so with my patience. in retrospect my calmness and patience would seem impressive, even to me. hm. anyway, I called up Father, who at this point had driven 70 km to meet me at the other side of the fjord. "no probs," the old man said, "I have an old friend living right next to where you are. I'm calling him up right now, talk to you in a minute."
so Father calls me up again and informs me that his 75-year-old friend has a fishing boat, and is willing to ferry me over himself. not long afterwards a small scooter comes sputtering down to the quay, but the old gent tells me that the wind is too strong for him and his wooden boat to anchor at the concrete quay on the other side. I stay for the night with him and his wife instead.
she made the most wonderful plum jam. and the salted meat and smoked fish he provided made up such delicious experiences for my tongue.
didn't get home until threeish the following day, i.e. yesterday. good to see Sis. and Father, especially. they have painted my childhood home. need to go out and seek out friends soon.
played the old favorites psycho pinball and bubble bobble with Sis until late last night.
went fishing on the fjord with her and Father today. no catches, but quiet, memorable moments. whenever Sis wasn't chatting, I mean. how I love my family. =)
