“I ceased to be afraid of Death when I understood I was not the first to go through it ”
Our offices are located by a little wood, itself by the sea. Olkiluoto is an island.
Today, because of some plan aiming at increasing the space for more buildings and storage facilities, we watched a Timberjack machine cutting down and trimming pine trees and birches, probably spending less than 20 seconds for each.
I'm not joking, 15 seconds to 20 seconds zip zip zip gone. 10, 15 year old trees were history they didn't know what hit them.
Just a minute after I switched the phone back one this morning I received a text message from Seb. This time I know the baby is really born because it's a girl.
I already twittered about it but Tina leaving, I feel she deserves a true post with more lines.
Tina threw a party yesterday but some attendees being out of my list of people I can put up with I chose not to go.
And felt a bit bad about it so bought her roses.
Which I brought the day after, today, in my backpack as I rode to work.
She had not arrived yet so the roses ended up on the top of some closet where her boss forgot them until after noon…
What a jerk my brother can be some time.
I don't quite understand how he managed to reply to two things I had sent him. Truth be told he's the kind that sends me and his distribution lists jokes he finds on the net or receives himself from other people. I hardly get much news from him or his family but those chain mails.
To one of them, yesterday I replied with a link to my article with this comment I thought humorous “not NYT or le Monde but I feel kind of flattered“.
Then came his dual reply, the first part concerning my request of an update of his infos via Plaxo (something I had totally forgotten).
“Thanks but no thanks (to my request) your professional e-mail only will suffice … seen (I like the nuance, not 'read' but 'seen') your article … I confess I didn't know about Facebook; maybe a Tsunami on the net … not even a little wave here … the rest of the article along with comments are rather theoretical, not for a Boeotian I intend to remain.”
Followed the info they would be on vacations next week and could be reached at some e-mail address.
Me: “What a cold and collected reaction. I'll leave you in Boeotia then. Worry not I won't bother you during your vacations”
He'll look up Boeotia…
What a jerk … and me a cretin to even mind.
Last Saturday AH and I went to Pori for the Jazz festival. I took the opportunity, Pori being bigger than Rauma, to do some shopping there like a new light for the bike.
They were selling precisely the rechargeable model I had.
But it didn't work; I recharged it for a couple of hours but even plugged in I couldn't switch on the light. *Bleh*
Among other things we discussed about at lunch, yesterday, I casually mentioned the fact to AH who offered me to go back there and have it changed.
Yeah right. As if…
Was it Today or yesterday afternoon that AH went ballistic about some repair that had performed contrary to what had been specifically written? Anyway, today AH paid a visit to the subcontractor, near Pori, where he promised me he would raise Hell and, later, while driving back down to Rauma and keeping me abreast, on the phone, of what was to be done with the case he casually said “and don't forget to bring your light with you tomorrow. Since I'm returning to the subcontractor I'll go to that shop and have your light exchanged”