Tag: random shit
What I must’ve looked like
So, fact about me: some (many!) songs will make me cry at the drop of a hat. Les Miserables? Waterworks. All of you by John Legend? Floodgates. Love of my life by Queen…. you get the picture, but I digress.
It’s too hot to run right now so I went for a power walk to get some air and VitD. Beautiful sunshine along the lakefront. I’m bopping along to ZZ Top and Van Halen, when boom! Tear song!! Still power walking, still lip singing, bawling my eyes out. Didn’t give two shits. Then Grandmaster Flash and the Wheels of Steel came on, and everything was OK.
The nice weather is attracting the nutters at beer beach
Colin and I met up for beach beers last night. First thing we noticed, the commune recently installed a handrail to get into the lake. WTF??? Anyway. Back to the beach.
It was crowded with… interesting people. There was a group of people practicing scarf juggling, fire juggling, led light juggling, etc. We had our own light show until well into the night.
Before the sun went down, we had an altogether different sort of show as someone (*) decided to go for a topless swim, as you do (and no, no pictures, that would be bad form). Walk up, whip off clothes, go for a frolic, walk out, go away. Truly random.
Was one of our better evenings…
(*) early twenties, buxom, cute, confident as hell.
When your nurse has a sense of humour
A glitch in the matrix
Proof there’s a glitch in the matrix
This cup of coffee shouldn’t be there. I have no recollection of putting it there. I must’ve done. But I will swear I don’t remember doing so.
This morning, I made myself a cup of coffee. I went to the bathroom. I came out of the bathroom and went back to the kitchen, but my cup wasn’t there where I left it. I looked around. Nothing. Go to the office/guest bedroom. It was on my desk.
So, for this to have happened, I had to have walked across the flat, gone in the office, put it on my desk, left my office and gone to the bathroom. Except I *do not* remember that sequence of event.
I know that walking through a doorway makes you forget things. That’s a documented, scientifically proven and studied phenomenon. Somehow I managed to do it twice in one go and erase the fact I went into a room, did something, and left.
Either that or the flat is haunted by a coffee-maid. Or the matrix glitch. Or I’m nuts.
Sahara sand
According to SRF Meteo, weather and wind conditions in regions of northwest Africa, including Mauritania, Mali, and Algeria forced desert sand two to five kilometres up into the sky before it was blown towards Europe via southerly winds, the national weather service said.
The result in various parts of Switzerland on Saturday were misty yellow-orange skies, also seen across much of southern and eastern France.
Well, that happened
Katy and I were walking NMD along the lake this morning. Katy says to let Lili go down a boat ramp to let her have a drink. I’m not a fan of letting her go off-lead in general, and there were lots of dogs around that morning and she was acting like a pickle so I walked down with her. Katy told me not to because that the ramp would be slippery, but it didn’t look too bad. And then my sneakers completely lost their grip on the wet algae covering the ramp, I went on my ass, and my ass and I went in the lake.
I was more surprised than hurt, and I was more worried about my phone in my back pocket than anything else… I managed to scramble out back onto the ramp and it could have gone either way about me going back into the lake for a while, but in the end I made it back onto dry, flat ground. At least I can now say I’ve been in the lake, in January.