That moment

...where a fellow train passenger of the hipster persuasion tries to put on his flimsy little hat with a nifty manoeuvre but evidently has same hand/eye coordination as a certain blogger, and ends up crawling around in the aisle trying to retrieve the hat from under a seat... I did my best not to snigger. That was made a lot easier by his extremely low-cut trousers, the sight of which actually made me want to cry more than anything else...

Honeys, I'm home

Ahh - sommerferie. Findes der noget bedre end tre hele uger stort set uden planer, hvor man kan lave lige præcis det man har lyst til?  Jeg har spist is, besøgt venner, drukket vin, været i byen, været hjemme, badet, været flittig-Tine, været doven-Tine, og i det hele taget nydt livet.

Nu er jeg tilbage på pinden, og det er heldigvis også dejligt. Der er stadig ferie-stille på kontoret, men det er ikke aldeles dødt, så jeg nyder det og har endog fået ryddet op i min inbox osv.

Nå ja. Og så bor jeg ikke alene mere.  Sidst i juni fik jeg nemlig følgende sms fra min søster - jeg nåede ikke engang at læse, endsige besvare, den første, før den næste tikkede ind:

...og de to marsvin, som nu bor hos min søster, havde en bror - som nu bor hos mig.

Verden - mød Viggo!

@ N ~ 

Dearly beloved.

I am back from vacation.  Well, I say "back". I didn't actually go anywhere. I just turned off my head so didn't feel like writing.

But what did I do then?  Exactly what I felt like, that's what :-)   visited friends, drank wine, ate ice cream for breakfast, got up early some days and snoozed until noon on other days, cleaned out the garage, read books cover-to-cover in one sitting, went sunset swimming, and most things in between.   A three week time-out with zero plans is a gift and I think I made the most of it (but will go travelling later in the year; the wander lust is not dead).

Oh, and I no longer live on my own.  About a month ago, my sister texted me:

"do you want a guinea pig?"

-and before I had time to read it, let alone answer, the next one ticked in:

"I just bought two guinea pigs"

Yes, she is like that :-)

And as it turned out, her two guinea pigs had a brother. And he just moved in with me.

World - meet Viggo the guinea pig:

He's a liiiitle bit of a fussy eater...

- He does yoga...

- And his favourite thing is CUDDLES :-)

A girl's best friend ... might be of the sort that runs on batteries

Jeg læste forleden i et dameblad, at uafsatte damer som jeg selv skal huske selvforkælelse.  Dybest set går det ud på, at eftersom vi ikke har nogen kavaler, som kommer med blomster og gaver, må vi selv sørge for dén side af sagen (og samtidig yde vort til at skubbe forbrugsfesten lidt i gang igen).

Alle ved jo, at står det i et dameblad er det sandt, og jeg har derfor investeret i et batteridrevet uhyre, som jeg allerede er så glad for, at jeg vil vove at påstå, at den vil vække lykke hos enhver kvinde. Specielt dem med have ...

@ N ~ I recently read in a woman's magazine that it is very important for single women like us to spoil ourselves from time to time. Seeing as we do not have a "beau" to shower us with flowers and presents, we must take matters into our own hands (and do our bit for the economy into the bargain I suppose).

Of course, I take the advice of such magazines as gospel so yesterday I invested a decent sum of money in a battery-driven device.  I am very happy with my purchase and recommend it to all da single ladies - especially da single ladies with a garden...

Behold: my new grass trimmer (/destroyer of weeds/noisy piece of machinery)

Philosophy #fail

Vi har alle filosofiske facebook-venner, ikke?

Lige pt er der en del af mine, som lommefilosofisk skriver updates à la The secret to life/success/whatever: "fall seven times, stand up eight".

Det er lidt tabt på mig. Altså, jeg forstår godt essensen i det, men det eneste jeg tænker er, at det er ikke fysisk muligt at rejse sig flere gange end man er væltet. Med mindre man tæller den gang med, hvor man var kommet op at stå, før man tiltede 7 gange...

@ N ~ I have couple of semi-philosophical facebook friends (don't we all?) who at the moment seem to have a fondness for a Japanese (?) proverb that goes a little something like the key to life/success/[insert appropriate term here] is "fall seven times, stand up eight".

While I do get the deeper meaning of it ("never evah give up", unless I'm very much mistaken), the only thing I can think of is that it isn't physically possible. Unless of course you count that very first time you stood up, before you toppled over seven times ...

Surely, the secret must be more along the lines of "fall seven times. Stand up seven times. Don't kick yourself too much in the process. We all falter."

?