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Sleepless In Denmark

“Remember having asked me about possible reasons for not doing this anymore?” he says suddenly, unexpectedly. “This would be one. But we can avoid that in the future.”

He is right, of course: while we have started our paddling tour in Denmark before the school holidays begin, we should still have expected larger campsites to attract youngsters of a certain kind at any time. Certain kind means being able to tow unbelievable quantities of beer crates to the campsite and at the same time unable to get very far by paddling on the river, which is where the cars come in, at some later point.

And did I mention the Soccer World Cup was to start soon?

Anyway, we did not get much sleep in our tent that night, but I chose not to grow the huge bags under my eyes without a fight. I shared my personal opinion about the partying youngsters with my restless husband and didn’t spare him any details: I was quite sure the Danes understood enough German to know what my problem was. They did. And were soon making fun of my “Scheiße!”. Which was when the i-word was used. But before things got any worse, the idiots stopped singing, yelling and talking and went to sleep, leaving us to try to do the same.

At that point, we had done quite some paddling and really needed some rest, and I would have preferred to end the day by going through the lovely pictures of the magnificent Gudenå in my head, but river fans cannot be choosers, so.

Our tour had started in Skanderborg, a day later than planned because the wind was trying so hard to blow away the gravity of the water, as it often does. What else to do but to go shopping instead: Aarhus offered its facilities and we said thank you, though we almost ended up buying nothing. That is: I bought 2 outdoor jackets for next to nothing and left them in the car for the rest of the paddling tour, because I wasn’t concentrating properly.

The next day we could finally cross the peaceful lake Mossø – it had apparently lost all the will to try to kill us that was on such a magnificent display the day before. I felt victorious, for no reason at all, and we entered the Gudenå system.

In this system of lakes, connected by the river Gudenå we spent another five days, which were even better than we had expected them to be, though our last long ride was full of rain, cold clouds, damp cows on moisty pastures and – singing, yelling and talking Danish youngsters at our destination. They had moved to our last campsite by cars and joined another group or two. That evening, Denmark won the soccer match against Peru. And we slept like two logs.

“We shall return,” he says a few days after the tour. “We will pack some ear plugs and avoid the high season and campsites in bigger places, but we will return. The river is magnificent.”

It is.

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I have done it.

So I went to my client’s event and loved it. Every minute of it.

But the way there …

It all started at home, of course.

My two-weeks-ago-carefully-put-together outfit fell out due to one fact I had ignored when doing the sartorial maths. Luckily, I conjured the next outfit on the spot, as you would, and I still had enough time to check it out. Unluckily, the second outfit wasn’t good enough, either. I did tell you I had nothing to wear?!?!

Like in a fairy tale, it was the third outfit, born out of necessity (aka 5 minutes to go) that was good enough and made me feel well, so off I went.

Only to find myself in an old train half an hour later, wondering whether the 3 guys next to me were going to drink all that beer and what the strap of my brand new bag was doing down there. They didn’t, they were rather nice while sipping their beer, and the strap had gotten somehow detached from the bag – without my help.That something like this should happen!

So now what? What now so? Now what so?

Ahhh, my brain cell went, you have some safety pins in your kaputted bag – use them. So I did. The bag lasted till I made the first few steps in the small town I had been headed to.

Do you know Karstadt? It’s one of those warehouses that are going to be abolished because we all shop cheap things online these days (like bags). Anyway, there was a Karstadt near the venue I was headed for and they sold me a most lovely bag within minutes, made all the sympathetic noises while I told them about my stupid old bag, didn’t wince when I used their surfaces to empty the old bag and fill the new one and wished me a nice evening.

I threw away the old bag, what else and had myself a nice evening.


What have I done?

For a reason I cannot put my finger on, I said Yes. Yes, I can.

Attend a Christmas party of a client’s. Next month.

Now I can’t believe I actually said yes.

The thing is, I am very happy in my moosing cave and don’t really want to leave it for other people. On the other hand, I really want to get to know the people I am in daily e-mail contact with. It cannot hurt.

So before an endless inner war broke out, I said yes.

Now I have nothing to wear.

And what am I going to talk about – work?

And what about my hair?

And how do I get there?

How do I get home?

Why did I say yes?!?

😆

😥


OOTD9: Party Time!

I must admit I don’t find the fact that we occasionally organize our own parties, just for the two of us, strange in any way. After all, it is nice to have a relaxed talk or a relaxing silence with someone you know while eating well, drinking merrily and wearing party clothes noone will comment upon because they get worn only for this purpose. Like really high heels: Continue reading


Heute: Darjeeling mit Fettaugen.

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A Gender Bender,

 … first thing in the morning, no less.

  • “Dear Mrs. Client, I can deliver your translation next week.”
  • “Thank you, Mrs. Alcessa, that would be nice. Have a nice week.”
  • “Thank you, Mrs. Client, wish you a nice week, too.”
  • “Thank you. Actually, that would be Mr. Client, Nicolas being a French male name.”
  • “Oh, I am so sorry! I read your name as ‘Nicola’ … You know, I get called Mr. from time to time, too. Funny thing, no?”
  • “Yes, it happens all the time, no problem :-)”

Liar.


Yeah … Maybe I did.

Buy a frying pan, larger than life:

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What, don’t you have a saying “eyes bigger than the stomach” in your neck of the woods?


Wie wär’s mit einer Empfehlung?

Liebe BetriebsanleitungsverfasserInnen!

Es bietet sich an, beim Verfassen einer Betriebsanleitung für Schweissanlagen penibelst auf das 100%-Vorkommen des Buchstabens w zu achten.

Ich sag’s nur. Mir schadet mein Lachen nicht. 😆

Brecht


Okay, 2015. Let us go then, you and I. *Sigh.*

2015


Cause We Are The Champion.

  • Oh, hi Claire, fancy meeting you here, long see no time 🙂 ! … How- Are you OK? You look-
  • I see ̶ oh, you poor girl! I know, I know, queasiness is nothing to be careless about. Wanna sit down? Should I fetch you something? Wanna go out for a while? Should I call-
  • Right. I hope you are genetically alone here though 😀 ……………………………………………………………………………..
    You know? Queasiness? Babies? Big tummy? OK, not the best joke in the world, I guess. So … how’s life?!?!? Last time we talked you told me you were going to finish your dissertation on the nocturnal behavior of the European Cervidae? Did you get to do some fieldwork? Was it exciting? It must have been. Do I need to address my yearly Christmas cards to a Doctor Fraser already?!?
  • Oh, I see. Well … at least you tried. After all, at the end of the night, it’s all a valid and useful learning process, surely everyone knows that. I’m sure everything’s gonna be alright, eventually. Just watch for the tunnel at the end of the light and stuff, right? 🙂 … And how’s Jamie the Gorgeous these days?!? Haven’t seen him for a while, either-
  • Ouch. Mmmm. Sounds bad. That must have hurt. Men! They never learn! I think there’s a book on this modern phenomenon, something about eating and having cakes coinstantaneously and even Instagramming them, those bastards ̶ I forget the title, though, and I haven’t read it so who knows whether it’s of any use. Did you-
  • OK … OK. So … how do you like it here?
  • Yes, yes. True … True. Nice … walls, aren’t they? At least the music’s not too loud and one can have a decent conversation.
  • Oh, nothing special. Books mostly. By the way, have you read Thinking In Numbers?!?! Seems like a great book to me, at least the maths part. This guy sure knows how to-
  • I see. Yeah, I work a lot, too. Haven’t been to a party for ages. Must be the age, actually-
  • No problem at all! I couldn’t have attended your B-day party anyway, I was in Berlin, attending a conference on communication-
  • Organic orange juice. Great taste, apparently fair trade, should I fetch you one, too? Some vitamins should-
  • I see … Sounds exciting.
  • Well, no, I haven’t. It is 10 years old already and I still like to use it when I have to.
  • Next year. Probably a Samsung. But just because I want to surf the internet in the restroom, too, you know?!? No time to lose?!?
  • OK. See you. Have a nice evening! And say hi to Jamie should you- Oh.

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