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May. 8th, 2004 09:41 amWhy, I've neglected you way to long, haven't I? and I even planned to neglect you for even longer a time. This weekend was supposed to be my former schools canoeing weekend (maybe some of you remember I was there last year, too). Now it has been raining the past week; and when Edmond drove to the river Sieg to check whether it would be fit to canoe, he learned that it was flooding, so the whole thing was cancelled. And now I'm sitting here. And just yesterday, I returned the theatre tickets for the Japanese sword dancers on Sunday, because I wouldn't have been able to go there. Now I am able, but don't have tickets anymore. Drat.
In retrospective,
Thursday: Lost Books, Victorian Books and marvelous food.
The day started with Mrs Järventausta forgetting her Kalevala on the table I happened to sit on. Mynot so bright neighbours didn't realize, or didn't care, or choose to ignore it, so it was me who had to try to go after her. I chased her through half the Philosophicum, mainly because I didn't dare to call for her. "Mrs Järventausta, you forgot your Kalevala". Right. At least two words that I probably wouldn't have pronounced correctly.
I reached her and returned the book to her, though. Probably a mistake, on second thought. It was a real good copy, hardcover and bilingual. Should have kept it. Ah, to have been reared a honest person... *cough*
Jane Eyre the person keeps annoying me, though she finally is doing what her environment thinks is wrong and I think is right. Just hope she'll succeed. And that day, I had other Victorian women to drive me insane, namely, the cast of Jane Austen's Pride and Prejudice, the brilliant BBC dramatization of which![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
kaneda, eliathanis and I watched in the evening as a belated birthday party. Nothing to make you feel old like women younger than yourself desperately trying to find someone to marry. Dear me, I start to be older than my heroines! Mr Darcy! *swoon* Before that, eliathanis had cooked her wonderful cream cheese and basil meat rolls (or however they would translate), and they're incredibly tasty. Hmmmm.
Also got a voucher for the Pin-up comic store as a birthday present from the WG, which I exchanged for Sandman 7 (Brief Lives) on Friday. Thank you four - now I did have a birthday party, after all ;)
Which brings us to Friday - A Mother's Day present, Traffic Jams and no canoeing
After a short discussion, my brother and I decided to give our mother the Miracle of Bern DVD for Mother's Day on Sunday. (She'll probably ask whether there was no new Harry Potter: The last two Mother's Days we gave her the Philosopher's Stone and Chamber of Secrets DVDs, respectively, because she always had wanted to go to the cinema to watch them but hadn't found the time.) Of course, we might give her a cinema voucher for he Prisoner of Azkaban...
After a visit at the Pin-up, I decided to skip Kendô and drive to my parents, because I still had to get my backpack, camping dishes etc. The 50 km drive took me two hours because there were traffic jams everywhere, because it was raining and raining, and people obviously still aren't accustomed to rain, even in this area. Argh. I picked up my stuff and was just going to leave when my Mom came home. Unlike Wednesday, when she'd been in a lousy mood, she seemed to be happy, so I didn't dare to escape at once...
Later on, back in Solingen, I was just packing when Malte called to tell me the canoe trip had been cancelled. "With one auspicious and one weeping eye" (the weather hadn't done much to motivate me, but it would have been nice to meet 'em all again) I stopped packing and turned to working on my Silmarillion.
Speaking of which, or rather, of painting: I finally managed to gather the courage to open a journal for my desperate attempts at art,livingshapes. So far, it only contains my Tarot cards, but I intend to fill it, in time, with all most of my paintings, drawings, scribblings, photos, whatever. So you don't have to bear with it in this here journal. I'd be happy if you take a look, of course, but you don't have to - after all, if I wanted to force you to, I'd just have put everything here. Yes.
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In retrospective,
Thursday: Lost Books, Victorian Books and marvelous food.
The day started with Mrs Järventausta forgetting her Kalevala on the table I happened to sit on. My
I reached her and returned the book to her, though. Probably a mistake, on second thought. It was a real good copy, hardcover and bilingual. Should have kept it. Ah, to have been reared a honest person... *cough*
Jane Eyre the person keeps annoying me, though she finally is doing what her environment thinks is wrong and I think is right. Just hope she'll succeed. And that day, I had other Victorian women to drive me insane, namely, the cast of Jane Austen's Pride and Prejudice, the brilliant BBC dramatization of which
kaneda, eliathanis and I watched in the evening as a belated birthday party. eliathanis had cooked her wonderful cream cheese and basil meat rolls (or however they would translate), and they're incredibly tasty. Hmmmm.Also got a voucher for the Pin-up comic store as a birthday present from the WG, which I exchanged for Sandman 7 (Brief Lives) on Friday. Thank you four - now I did have a birthday party, after all ;)
Which brings us to Friday - A Mother's Day present, Traffic Jams and no canoeing
After a short discussion, my brother and I decided to give our mother the Miracle of Bern DVD for Mother's Day on Sunday. (She'll probably ask whether there was no new Harry Potter: The last two Mother's Days we gave her the Philosopher's Stone and Chamber of Secrets DVDs, respectively, because she always had wanted to go to the cinema to watch them but hadn't found the time.) Of course, we might give her a cinema voucher for he Prisoner of Azkaban...
After a visit at the Pin-up, I decided to skip Kendô and drive to my parents, because I still had to get my backpack, camping dishes etc. The 50 km drive took me two hours because there were traffic jams everywhere, because it was raining and raining, and people obviously still aren't accustomed to rain, even in this area. Argh. I picked up my stuff and was just going to leave when my Mom came home. Unlike Wednesday, when she'd been in a lousy mood, she seemed to be happy, so I didn't dare to escape at once...
Later on, back in Solingen, I was just packing when Malte called to tell me the canoe trip had been cancelled. "With one auspicious and one weeping eye" (the weather hadn't done much to motivate me, but it would have been nice to meet 'em all again) I stopped packing and turned to working on my Silmarillion.
Speaking of which, or rather, of painting: I finally managed to gather the courage to open a journal for my desperate attempts at art,
livingshapes. So far, it only contains my Tarot cards, but I intend to fill it, in time, with - - -
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