Got the wife and kids back. Former in a foul mood; apparently her dear mum hadn’t played nice with her. Lots of small things that snow-balled into bigger ones, a lot of history. Not so much, by and by, dissecting the why’s – I guess we all know the reason for her flawed nature. All the jealousy, the bitterness, well, it’s her life. V’s regret is that she feels like she has to broker a truce between them, her dad and her mum, who seperately confide in her their grievences. Heck, I wouldn’t want to be her, so here’s my sympathy extended. Was happily in a good mood myself, having accomplished a damn lot – if I must say to myself – and had the personal surplus to deal with it. But I do wonder what had become of us, if I hadn’t been such a grounded individual. If I must say to myself. And I must – for these are my pages.
So a wind-me-down Sunday, where I played games with N, and drank a lot of coffee, and, memorably, retreated to the public library to pen this and, first and foremost, at least work on my own stuff for an hour so as to deem it a worthy day.
Splitting headache, probably from being shy of coffee for the last day or so. Am busy installing the new kitchen sink, so only now got it done and had closed down on the water, wherefore – no coffee. Had some in my system now, so hope the headache will go away soon.
Busying myself with the kitchen remodelling. Am not terribly pleased with the counter-top I got – it scratches too easily. Ah well. Generally OK with the work I’m doing. It’s give and take, and this time I’m likely giving away too much that I’d like, but, hey, my standards have gone down since of late. Still just biding my time until we can sell the house, eh? But it’s true.
V and the kids at Funen, allows me the time to work on this and not much else. Thank God they took the dog with them – it would’ve bothered me no end, and I’d’ve never gotten much done with it here. If it ain’t the kids taking up my time…
Will quit bitchin’ and get back to work, now.
Just kinda treading water at work, until it’s time to leave. Don’t feel in the least bit guilty – I’m giving them my 30 plus overtime-hours for free. So they can go fuck themselves, if they don’t like it. Really look forward to the new gig now. All that new tech.
Also treading water at home. The kids are on holiday, so N is put to bed around ten o’clock. Until which time I’m playing MineCraft with him. Makes for some really, really long days. But soon they’ll depart for Funen, and I’ll have a kitchen to finish. Hurrah.
Had some time on my hands, as I was early in getting to the city where I was meant to meet Thor. So I waltzed past the Politiken book-store. It’s quite amazing to me how it’s changed throughout the 20 years or so. I went there for the classics, and they’re still there though pricier than ever. But there’s a cafe in there, now, and people are sitting around just to chat and talk about books and such. So it’s a different setting. The ‘Latin-quarter’, as only I dub it, around the corners are as fascinating as ever – I’d like to take K there on day, preferably a Summer-day. Loads of speciality shops, and speciality people too. Dived into the ‘Fantask’ store, the comic book shop of choice in the city. Fascinating guy behind the counter, chatting up the customers. Looked as if he’d been welded to that spot for ages, and, sure enough, a plague on the door told of his near-retirement from 30 years’ service. Thirty years? So that’s thirty years of his life spent in that store, years and years of content; discaring old content in favor of the new content, from fad to fad… I guess he must be a pretty knowledgable man at this point. Still, it gets to me a bit – all that … content! I’m likely a bit jealous. I’ll stop with the ‘content’ now. It was a good feeling, walking slowly in the drizzle in the city. I didn’t realize how much I’ve missed it.
It was good to meet Thor, especially in a good mood, despite not much sleep – on account of his boy being sick. Has been a while since I saw him last, so am glad he’s doing alright in his relationship. And his son is generally healthy – only not right now. Talked about this and that and shopped for chocolate for our respective better halves.
Yesterday, Saturday, went to the Imperial Theatre and enjoyed the hell out of a screening of ‘Blade Runner 2049’, with Dennis. The single best movie I’ve seen all year, and likely the past few years as well. Perfectly executed, magnificent all around, it’ll be a long, long time before I’ve forgotten this one. Such a beautiful film, it got everything right. And a perfect afterthought, too, went to the Café Luna for a 60s themed burger and shake and a long talk about the movie and this and that. Pushed myself out of there by 23, if only to catch the last train home. Man, that was a great evening out, that I’ll savor for years. He’s doing well for himself, D, good to hear.
Damn fine evening, damn fine.
Got an e-mail from my new employer, asking me what kind of computer I’d like to work on. So, inspired by their own choice, I went for a big motherfucker of an iMac. Seems I was right in withholding any investment in gear for myself, as it’ll new be delievered to my doorstep in a month or so – splendid. Am beginning to shut down mentally at my present workplace, likely because I’ve been informed that I shan’t expect to see fulfilled my 30 hours’ overtime. Had hoped I’d have use for them with the upcoming Autumn-holiday, but I guess that’s not to be. Have plans, though, to arrive late on some days, leave early on others, so that I’m likely to see them spent in my favor, anyway.
Saw a very interesting video from the ‘SpaceX’ company’s annual gathering. This guy Elon Musk spoke 45 minutes about the design of their new rocket, designed reusuable in order to facilitate trips to Mars, the moon, oh, and anywhere on earth within a half an hour. Seems like sci-fi, but given what he and his company has managed to achieve otherwise, maybe not so much. The designs he presented, on ‘Moon Base Alpha’ and ‘Mars City’ were, indeed compelling. Timing’s great, I’m reading – for the second time, not too often that happens – ‘The Martian’, by Andy Weir. Would I get on a no-roundtrip ticket to Mars? I sure would, given the chance.
Poor Catalonans. Having just voted for independence, through police brutality seldom seem within EU’s borders, they’re unlikely to see their wishes granted by the rest of Spain. Lots of stuff going on these years, thankfully the Trump presidency hasn’t yielded the catastrophic events one might’ve anticipated – though of course he’s got time still. As a species, we’re certainly giving ourselves enough challenges to overcome, aren’t we.
Got the response from the IRS that I was looking for; so will start there on the 1st of November. So, still got it, eh? Don’t know about that, am not feeling the tech-savvy one, haven’t in ages – not enough time in this present day and age – but ‘s good to know I can still represent myself. Will likely need to invest more hours initially, but that’s what I hope it will be, an investment – job-security for later years.