Weekend, weekend. V was off to see some friends in Copenhagen, and the kids needed chauffauring around town. Didn’t get much done. Apart from planting some of my leftover strawberry plants in the nearby woods, hoping they’ll spread. Picked up N from his duties (birthday), and drove to the city to pick her up, V. Then back and some more child-caretaking and that was pretty much that for the day. Sunday went to work for a spell, so as to get away for a short while. Programmed away, whilst updating myself on the French election. Not possible to yet tell the outcome. Europe seems to be unravelling. Know the Germans will always try to hold it together, but at what cost…? Hope all’ well in a week or so. After all, the Dutch didn’t go full extremism, did they.
Holiday done and dusted. Had a terrifically good time; got lots of work done on the house, and watched a couple of decent movies – ‘Sicario’ stood out, but ‘The Social Network’ and ‘The Accountant’ were good ones, too. Most notably, I installed the upstairs shower; so now the family bathes upstairs, whilst I bathe downstairs. Magnificient; got so tired from always picking up towels from the floor, what not. Now it’s all mine, baby, and wasted little time in cleaning it out and establishing my domain. Will need a hefty make-over, but in due time it’ll be a manly bath for sure.
Now that’s done, it’s time to focus my efforts in a different direction: in a month and a half there’s a course I’ll need to do, and I’ll need to perform. So I’d better start preparing for that. Other than that, well the Summer will soon come knocking. Thus a lot of gardening and what not.
But, yea, good holiday. Felt like a holiday, I mean a real holiday.
Good to visit with the folks again. Talked at length, and saw a few movies with the old man. “Bullitt”, the better one. Did some jigsaws, played yatcy. And he had gotten hold of a hundred things for me, including a chess-game that I came back and promptly played with N, good stuff. Drove ’round town looking for books. And came the Sunday, Stig and Dorthe came by – they’d been up North anyways – and picked me up, so saved 50% on the return train-fare, thank you very much.
And now there’re a few quiet days, as V’s on Funen with the kids. So I’m doing stuff – setting up the new shower-stall, mending a broken fence, repairing a chair with a loose leg. So on, and so forth. Watching some movies. Taking my time. I’ve waited quiet a while for this, and will enjoy it while it lasts. It doesn’t take much, enjoyment. A movie will suffice. There will always be another movie, won’t there. I’m beginning to sense that life is short, and that maybe I won’t have time to do all I want to do. Because I have commitments that I won’t be able to honor if I were to throw caution to the wind. And, well, it doesn’t bother me as much as it once did, that realization. For I have these little moments to myself, where a decent movie or a few illustrious pages of a memoir, or watching a television show with V – and they’re moments to cherish, and I’m beginning to sense how I should indeed do that, and do it more often.
Got up early, fiveish, to catch a train to Jutland. Slept throughout most of the trip; had been anxious about not getting up in time, and thus didn’t get enough rest as it were. So barely noticed Funen and Southern Jutland passing me by. No problems in any direction, made it to Viborg in due time and dad picked me up. Went to the dentist; felt good to be back in regular surroundings, I must say. New dentist, but no bullshit, I liked her. Mum and dad, well they’re mum and dad of always. Did a small drive with dad, and later in the day he proudly showed me the stuff he’d gotten for me, and V and the kids, at the local thriftshops. So I donned a shirt a size too large for me, but there’s no complaining when he means it so well, is there. Even tomorrow will go book-shopping, too. Good to see them again. After dinner, cake, ice-cream, chocolate and a movie, well there’s no complaining about that either. And then V wrote of having just learned about a grant of 50k from the Government art-fund, by way of that application that I sat her down to – and rather painstakingly so – write one evening, a quarter year ago. Man, she was hard-wired to not wanting to go that tiny mile towards a potentially great reward – and now it’s in the account. I’m patting myself on the back here, I know, but if it weren’t for yours truly that money would have simply not have found her, and us. So, well done, Sir, well done.
“The future doesn’t have to be the way it was”. Read that in some article, and it struck a chord with me. Had to turn it around a few times, too. How true.
“Time waits for no man” sums up my creativity here and now. Have ideas a’plenty and not really the time to move on them. And, as always, I’m concerned I won’t, until it’s too late and they’re picked up by others. Well, some will and some won’t – it’s a big world and somewhere there’s a guy who’s bound to get the same idea, if not already. So? I’m not here complaining, at least not too loudly. Much worse would be to have and get no ideas at all.
I sometimes think back to what could have been a faithful event. I think I may even have mentioned it here before; about that time in Tivoli, when I had K on my shoulder and was running up a flight of concrete steps and came ever so close to banging her head into the concrete beam overhead. It would have been horrible; she would’ve been concussed, and we would have fallen backwards down the stairs, she would have likely suffered cranial trauma. I shudder just thinking about it now. But it didn’t happen, so why do I still return to that scenario? I guess it put the fear in me. And I learned – a lot – from it. I’m more careful these days; although just yesterday, on the trampoline with N, he fell down and landed incorrectly, bending his back slightly. Quickly was up again, but still… I catch myself telling myself ‘go easy’. I guess there’s no protecting them from themselves, but I will try my best to protect them from me.
Meeting Kenn this afternoon, didn’t really want to. Conversation with him is such a non-starter. But I can’t bring myself to ignore him, like Dennis might – envy that ability! At least talked him into seeing a movie, some sci-fi thing, ‘Life’, at the Empire movie-theatre.
Sent off the bill to Thomas Lange, clocked in at around 15K. Came just in the nick of time, too, as per that tax-bill… So went and purchased breakfast at the local 7-11. Such quality of life one has, when one feels one can afford that!
Got confirmation that I will, in fact, be doing a course on the SOLID programming principles, in Aarhus on the 30th of May. Excited by the prospect. It’s what I wanted to do – and I think I could do it well enough, even. I guess it’ll take me places I’ve never been, and that’s a goal in itself, isn’t it. Good thing it’s quite a while away; will give me time to prepare, and to focus, and also it’s a bit of money going into the holiday period. Just hoping I won’t fail spectacularly; will no doubt stress myself out when it’s getting ’round time to actually get it done.