28-VII-2024.
Went to Klincaid on twonyfifth, I mowed some, mostly the accacia saplings and around the plums in the rear, they'll [be ripe] soon so not to chase them through the grass. She picked some apples and zucchini, even a couple of bunches of grape, and a couple of kilos of blackberry, Didn't even bother to start up the water. It happened that she noticed a nasty stalk of weed by her side, and pulled to take it out, without turning to it, and pulled it so strongly that her chest strained so much that a rib skipped. She shouted for that, and then wailed at times, for the whole next week. Just like any other bruise or stretch (most likely both, this time), one just waits until it heals and mind your posture. The problem is intermittent cough, when it really hurts.
Just to mention that MXM's gas station by the dairy works. It was out of commision for many years, now it's back.
Around that time I decided to run mrzgejn (mp3gain), i.e. to iron out the music to a standard loudness, and the problem there was how to bring all thouse thousands of files into the terminal window... which turned out to be quite simple, in the end. Tell the Double commander (a TotalCmd clone for linux and mac) to find me all mrz files for select directories, put the found into a list, drag and drop the list in the terminal window, run there. When I remember that once upon a time the length of a command line was limited to 512 bytes, then 1024, then 4k, 8k... and now in one go I ran 5700 files, what with absolute paths of each... and it not only ate it all, but processed them all without any snags.
Now it seems unusual that there's no more any song which would jump out at fisix decibels louder than the one before. As if on a bicycle, when you think a wheel is just about to start chafing - and then nothing.
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On twonyseventh, thirtieth, thirtyfirst it occurred again that either Rein was late, or would come and just sit there, and Sanda and Linda would call us just like that - to show what they prepared or drew, respectively. They already post the tablet so that the camera points to the scene they want us to see. They gain momentum running down the hall, jump onto the bed, do a forward flip, then jump off the bed so that their butts land on its edge, so the springs launch them back to the door... After some ten rounds they get nicely tired.
Fayes is on some sick leave, has ostheoporosis so she's taking some therapy, and waiting for sideeffects to subside, completely unusable. But her effect on the twins is still visible, as she bathed them every other day, their hair is still straight and not tangled, nice sheen. There's a series of shots from tensome days ago, when she made them up what with hair rollers, as if for a catwalk.
The 28th was a sunday, easier to drive and park, so we went to see Tanja. The klinceza is oversweet, and such a spitting image of Lena when she was a baby, incredible. The paparazzo, of course, knit some fifty shots, it's now or never, she'll look differently the next time. The happiness on their faces was palpable. I didn't dare take her into my arms, I'm out of my league with so small ones, the last thirteen years I got used to them coming to me of at least three months of age.
Api, miraculously, behaved nicely. Though it took the first five minutes, when he's out to meet us at the staircase, what with the basket on its jaws, which it tolerates and at least doesn't bellow, which would be rather loud, audible at least all the way down to fifth floor, when he was warning us all to take off that basket by shoving its snout to everyone's between-the-legs... Which worked, they took it off really fast.
So, on seventh try we have a grandchild which we don't get to see at the airport for the first time.
On the way back we dropped by Mere, didn't buy much, they didn't have sour [water, aka mineral] but have few interesting bits of sausage and ham; amended this few days later on our way from the garden, they had sour in Svetofor. Even bought two sticks of čajna [„tea sausage“, like pepperoni except it's harder and thinner], and the old stick from Neša, which sits in the fridge for two years now, we passed to the cats, bit by bit. Though it actually looked okay, didn't perish not get any dryer, but we learned long ago that fat parts may acquire smells from neighboring staples in the fridge, even in freezer, just like it happened two weeks ago that drumsticks had a taste like fish, which cats appreciated.
On twonyninth we went to Dragana's for the frendz parti. The taxi was somewhat late because their colleague just fell there at their stand, fatigue probably, he worked all day, temperature was reaching 38°, he fainted, so it took some time to pack him into his car, have a guy drive him and his car home and another guy to follow him and return the first guy... And we took a cab, guess a total of second time for these four and a half years, because she wasn't [fit] for a walk with that rib.
We brought apricot, and some wine which she once brought to Borče, then he brought to us, in a bag we once bought, which also made a couple of rounds. As we sat and poured, and the talk commenced, Dragana asked how are things, what's new, I just pulled out the phone, yesterday's photos parked on the ready to watch, I stuffed them into the phone for this occasion, and then they two got all mellowed down... And the apricot ran nicely, what with her deci glasses, actually her new ones of deci and a half, I never know how far to fill them, so err on the side of more... three quarters of a liter went.
Borče, it seems, came under influence of the apricot a bit, he was somewhat more difficult than usual. At some moment, perhaps to emphasize a point, he slammed Dragana's thigh, quite loudly, and she bemoaned just as loudly. What a chaos must in his head be... There was also the regular interval when they dispute something, this time whether really everything can be deduced from 2+2=4 (which Orwell elaborated long ago, but they didn't know of that, so started from scratch), and we two can't get a say for half an hour. But okay, all in all it passed well, and two liters of roze also did, and the pohovano steaks she made did too, and I successfully summoned a taxi, got home around two. Vlaja the cabbie is off duty, sick somewhat, lying off his infarct, probably will retire soon.
Nina has majstors, fixing her deck, i.e. terrace... they actually dismantled and took away the old one, which was all rotten, making new now. Smaller, one part, one level, right at the terrace door, with one step cum low bench in front of the door. Says the builders properly guesstimated the position of the house, and intentionally left those pines, the place is perfect to sit until sunset, the shadow covers exactly what it should and when it should.
By 2nd it was done, and we actually saw the majstors through the terrace door, the twins are very skilled with positioning the camera (i.e. tablet). Sanda has a new dress, with triangles and „Pink floyd“ over, in those wavy letters from the hippy era.
Mentions: Api, Dragana Vitas (Dragana), frendz parti, Jelena Sredljević (Lena), Klincaid, klinceza, Linda Sredljevich Aquilla (Linda), majstor, Mališa Borkovski (Borče), MXM, Nevena Sredljević (Nina), pohovano, Reinaldo Aquila (Rein), Rosanda Aquilla (Fayes), Sanda Sredljević Aquilla (Sanda), Tanja Nastić, TotalCmd, in serbian
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