Tuesday, 28 August 2007
You know you have been away for too long when you realise you have no idea who your best mates’ new mates are. I was talking to Tabitha today over Skype, catching up on this and that. We got to a point in the conversation when I had to stop her and exclaim “geez Tabitha, I have no bloody idea who the hell you are talking about. All these new people. I know no one!” Tabitha replied “Yup. You are officially out of the loop dude. When I’m being asked how I know Libby and Hugh for example, I often start the explanation with there once was this girl named Justyna…”. I groaned “oh crap, my footprints are fading!” At this point Skype cut out and I really did disappear. How sad.
Also I tried to return my cross-eyed specs yesterday. I went to the optometrist and told the lady I made a really big mistake and could I just return the frames minus the lenses cost because they make me look so awful. She said no. "Next time don't make such hasty decisions. All I can suggest is you give them away" she advised. Return policies always thrill me in Poland. Pity I don't have any friends with really wide heads.
And another thing. I finally managed to stack it on my bike. After a good 12 months of dodging traffic, horse buggies, trash-metal-and-shit guys, dicky tourists and hideous pigeons, I crashed in a very pathetic way. It was all my fault. I convinced myself I could tackle the river terrain around Tyniec with my Ukrainian, 30-year old, rickety gear less wonder pretending it was a mountain bike. It's not. My back wheel slid in the dirt on a steep ascend by the river bank and I failed to lift it out in time. The bike toppled to the side in slow-mo, lazily tossing my sad arse to its knees, head bowed in the dirt. Tragic. "You ok?" Michal came rushing over. "Yes" I bluntly responded and with determination got back on and peddled away. Now something came loose in the bike's frame and it squeaks more than ever.
Monday, 27 August 2007
I didn't get a chance to do anything with the pumpkin over the weekend. It is sitting by the wall, and I occasionally use it as a stool. To stand on, as well as it to sit on. It is indeed a sturdy little sucker. Instead, Saturday was spent on home renovating. Exaggeration aside, it was spent on putting a hole in the wall. Michal has grand plans. The hole will be turned into a cupboard. With shelves and a door. I await with anticipation. It is desperately needed to store all the jars filled with pickles, fruit and whatnot. Winter is coming after all. The family is preparing us for hibernation. Latest count: 4 jars of wild cherries, 3 jars of pickles, 2 jars of stewed apples, 1 jar of mushrooms. See. This is how
Tuesday, 21 August 2007
I convinced Matylda (Michal's mum) to grow some pumpkins this year. Pumpkins aren't all that big of a veg on a Polish plate. Pumpkin bread, soup, scones, salad, quiche etc are all unheard of. The poor Polish pumpkin has existed for the sole purpose of feeding pigs in winter with. But I am marketing the return of this super vegetable! Matylda complied and the pumpkins in her garden are huge. One is being grown to its hugest possible size - so far it weighs about 30 kilos (not shown here). We were given the one on the photo to take back to Krakow. It is now on our kitchen table and I am wondering what the hell am I going to do with all that flesh? Ideas anyone? Please remember that I do not have an oven. And yes, pots of pumpkin (and coconut milk) soup, are already being planned.
I went to listen to a lecture today. It was given by a founding partner of a leading labour law firm in the States. The informal lecture was organised by the firm I used to work for (incidentally a firm also specialising in labour and employment – and no, not for the plaintiffs). It was great to listen to a man in his seventies talk about his love for the law (and going up against Jimmy Hoffa in the 1960s). I have forgotten what it feels like to be stimulated by the profession I was once fond of. I looked at my fellow solicitors in the room wondering whether they felt the same insufficiency of the Polish legal system that I feel. Whether listening to the passionate American was a huge slap in the head for them. It was for me. Sigh, what the hell am I doing here…
Meanwhile, Michal is looking at architectural designs for a house we're planning to build next year. I really should get over myself.
And one more thing. My glasses broke a couple of months ago. They were stuck together, albeit not with sticky tape. The super glue I implemented continued to let me down. So I began to search high and low for new frames and kept getting disappointed. Finally last Friday I thought I found the ones least harrowing and had the lenses ordered. The optometrist said the frames were a tad wide for my head. But I insisted they were fine. I picked them up today. “So what do you think?” I said to Michal. “Bit wide for your head. Looks like you’re cross-eyed”. Great.
Monday, 13 August 2007
It is a fact.
Yes, welcome to the annual Pilgrimage to the
We were on our way to
heavy freak action
Friday, 10 August 2007
Tuesday, 7 August 2007
Monday, 6 August 2007
The Jaskies came and stayed with us for a week. It was nice having them both sleep in our bed, whilst Michal and I took the couch in the living room. They arrived with news from the west and wild cherry liqueur, home made by Jasiek. It was the best damn cherry liqueur I have ever tasted! My dad is becoming a master of the brew. They brought over a litre and we polished it off in one evening. Apart from hanging the Jaskies were put into good use too. My dad and I hung some wallpaper in the living room. A wallpaper feature wall. It was bloody harder than expected. The damn thing was very difficult to align and it takes a lot of patience to get all the bubbles out. Like covering your exercise books with contact. Except on a bigger scale. See end result below.