02-IV-2024.
On the day of the first of april the weather was bad - too warm, muggy, sky dim. The saharan desert from Marocco or wherever came by, the other day someone on burundi said it was over Spain then. The afternoon nap didn't work, but then the one before takeoff did, had my nap eventually. She woke me up and we went. Since it's been a while since I took eos70 for a walk, I carried it with me and had my fill of shooting, down our street and then down our old street, skipping just the boring part around Lidl and Roda.
Our old street was undergoing repavement. All of it? Not quite, only from the beginning to the railroad. From the rail to šećerana, some other time. So it's seventy years now and this hasn't changed, this way to the railroad, beyond the railroad... no way. Or a decade later.
I resumed shooting when we sat for a couple of minutes to take a break, there's a bench at the edge of 25. maj. Light perfect, disturbed only by that house on the corner which was bright yellow last hundred years and now it's graphite gray (aka mouse fart color). Arrived a good dozen minutes before Dragana. She's seriously limping but not ceding ground, didn't want Borko to come drive her.
The brandy for thhis frendz parti was the same slippery of three weeks ago, but didn't go as smooth this time, the three of us had two each, while he had about four (I poured and didn't really count). We brought two cartons of eggs to him, and got five empty ones, which he didn't fit into each other, didn't cross his mind. Just like he didn't come to the idea to fix or replace his arthritic bathroom light switch, which never worked right and recently got worse... I peed with door ajar, that much light suffices, but when Dragana went to wash her hands, he went on to explain which grip and stance are needed to turn the light on. Well why don't you keep the light on while we're here? Really, look at that, why didn't that idea cross my mind...
For dinner he served some karađorđian like steaks, ready made, from the Mere. We saw them there and had no intention to try them. Not too bad, but I wouldn't call that a steak nor would I mention Karađorđe.
I was pleasantly surprised that he made no mention of org. committee, excellent. After dinner we switched to... ahem, my dear had beer, us guys the roze, Dragana had kisela (sour, i.e. mineral water). Seems to be she got some test results on something, won't talk, she mentioned onkology in passing... I said did you call the financial [police] to tell you that you check out alright? She glossed over it, just said she didn't feel like drinking. Methinks she's of the mind that she won't last long and is getting ready, she even made an official testament, so her nephews get thirds, not that one gets half and the other two quarters.
The kisela [water] was some Perun, from Mere... well, tastes better than the one from Lidl. And we gave up on knjaz because our milkman needs two liter bottles. We visit Mere about once a week now, and Lidl monthly, the only remaining thing being the instant coffee and if we run into rechargeable batteries again. We'll switch to Perun when we finish this Saguaro, because... it's thin somehow, as if you drink water.
On the way back, while we waited for the cab, I took a shot of them two, first a bit from above, and she said nope, you always do it from above and make us look nondescript. I crouched and redid it. To which Dragana said „he almost lied down for this...“. Okay, can do, the pavement is dry and clean. So I laid and shot. On each shot they looked merrier :).
By the time we got home the weather was still rather warm (the cabbie wasn't Vlaja like last time, some other guy, but not a newbie, knows tricks and the layout of house numbers in our street). We decided that we're still not sleepy, so we poured one. Before the end of first cigarette a strong wind came, even shook the strands from the neighbor's walnut to our terrace door, and the seeds off our yew. In the morning she found that it even partly lifted the foil off her tomato and tobacco seedling greenhouse, doing little damage at that.
In the morning it happened that I sat on the toilet a bit longer, waking up gradually, and she had an urgent one just then, shuffling at the other side of the door but I still didn't hear her, and just when she wanted to bang on the door, she remembered that we now have two bathrooms. Oh what luck we have. And that's when I first hear the downstairs sound of upstairs vukašin flushing. As if someone's pouring a bucket of water right behind my back. The tube isn't in the middle, it's in the corner, but that's the feeling I got. Coincidence had it that we repeated this in the afternoon, but by then the surprise was gone, I got used to it.
Talked with Lena in the evening. Everything smooth, no problems. Trying to figure out how to bring her old desk. Its legs must be detachable, how else did the guys bring it up anyway, the elevator is tight. They hoisted it on foot. Whoa... fifteenth floor. The other day they let her ahead of the queue at the cash register. The status.
Milan is preparing to leave that wokeistic firm in Frankfurt, finally. They turned into literally a protective workshop for trannies, abinaries and their political commissars, one had to mind the correction of one's language more than the quality of one's code... and now only the founder himself has more staž in the company than he, which is five and a half years. They started with eight people (seven before him) and went all the way up to two hundred and then back to fiftysome. In the last half year they even fired some managers. Time to lift anchor. There's a neat 250000 job on the horizon, a small shop, just four guys... the man found a trick how to cash on his idea, and put it to work. Milan was first reluctant, said it's above his pay grade, and she convinced him that he's already graduated that grade, why not try the next level. We'll see.
The following two days we meant to go to the garden, but weather cooled down. At least there was no snow like last year... I had a bout of sleeping, in complete disorder. On third I went to sleep at 21:30, woke up at two, watched three episodes of „Three body“, slept again at five, woke up at half nine... and then had a heavy catnap in the afternoon, at least two hours. On fourth I reduced that to one hour, and managed to reduce the nap to just one hour, went to bed at two (another three episodes) and got up at 7:30, on third try. At least I successfully went back to sleep after both pee breaks.
Since the kids left, I got three extra kilos on me, and I'm dug in at 84kg mark, not moving. According to Hamer, that's because of loneliness, preserving my water. But when we drank on third (unnerved by Nina's serving of Sanda's dramatic sniveling for the audience), I went to pee eleven times... and dawned with 84kg just the same. Who knows how much did I weigh beforehand, I'm not weighing myself strictly every day.
On UA some guy from Turkey asks how to run a fox 2.6 app on... something, a tablet or whatever. And we all said to use dosbox, it's been worked on and is much better than ten years ago, no matter what problems it may have had back then, it's polished and the rough edges are smoothed out. Though, the stuff that matter to us, like file and record locking across network, may not be touched at all. Who needs that nowadays, what polishing they did was mostly gaming oriented, not anything serious.
Fourth. Nina sent a photo with our package with toys and whatever we said, it arrived in one piece. Lena posted a video, shot by her coach in the gym, lifting 75kg five times... in fifth month.
On fifth we finally went to the garden, only second time this year, but this counts as the launch of the season, we mowed. There was no oil in the Stigma, because during the last round in the fall the stopper, the one with the dipstick, fell off and it threw out most of the oil until I understood what was going on and turned off the engine. So the first step in oil chage was done by itself... And in the švorceniger there was no fuel, so I concocted some with the last dose of that pink oil, should not forget to buy some next time. We did well, considering that we weren't in shape yet. Of the ten apricots we planted last time, nine have taken root, and the jury is still out on the tenth one, they're just sprouting first leaves, that one may be just late.
On the way back we swung by Svetofor, they aint got the cheese anymore, the mošorinski kačkavalj, just the fake, says „topping for pizza with cheese taste“. Well if pizza already has cheese taste, what's the point. They did have the molten smoked one, but we still have that. We took a sixpack of that Perun kisela, and a 100l barrel (only 1400 dinars, sale) and 10kg of type 500 flour, and then forgot the kisela at the cash register. The register has a limitation to 5kg of flour per bill, so she had to do it in two parts... which went fine, we even had the change for this second part, but being busy with the transaction we forgot the dark blue sixpack.
I finally normalized my sleeping, this tired me up nicely and I livened up as well. I was rather sleepy before midnight, but she said that we should celebrate the beginning of the season, so I filled a kilo of pear and we stayed until half three. I slept in two parts, went to pee at six thirty and neatly returned to sleep, no wake break. We meant to go again on saturday, but instead I went to detelina to buy chicken fodder and a sack of substrate, and then she sowed various plants for this season, the goal being to complete the permaculture here in the backyard and by the gate. And then I finally made a round with a mop upstairs, and when it dried we went on making noodles, thin ones this time, we have the 160 liter barrel of the wide ones already.
In other news, Nina reports the weird new[s] that Sushi (the cat) managed to jump on the counter, pinch the coke can with her claw, and the resulting thin jet, while not letting out much of the liquid, sprayed everything in the two meter radius.
Mentions: 25. maj, burundi, detelina, dosBox, Dragana Vitas (Dragana), eos70, fox, frendz parti, Jelena Sredljević (Lena), Mališa Borkovski (Borko), Milan Nastić, Nevena Sredljević (Nina), Sanda Sredljević Aquilla (Sanda), staž, šećerana, švorceniger, UbiquAgora (UA), in serbian