Of pancakes and mountaineering
My landpeople are away for the week. I think they are lovely but the quiet is blissful. D goes to bed with the minimum fuss and I am free to mangle my toes on the gorgeous dark tiled steps.* I’m hopping around in what I can assure you is not an alluring manner. I am normally the least spatially aware person in any room but this is ridiculous. It is one thing to yelp in startled response at co workers and/or giant stuffed flowers but to badly sprain balance affecting digits on stairs you know are there is just moronic. In the past week I have burnt my hand on the red hot pizza pan, cut my thumb 3 times when dicing the same onion, pwnd my foot and walked into a wall at the office. >.<
I think I have given up on ever being elegant. Pretty? Sure. Smart? Occasionally. Graceful? Bwhahaha. Every single man I’ve met when given a hypothetical between “swanlike self-possession” and “barely avoids walking into pillars in malls” will choose the former even if they are vicious creatures who hiss and read glossy magazines and the latter will give massages and make chocolate Amarula pancakes while quoting Tolstoy.
What is it with men and wanting the Lady? Sure she is beautiful and moves like she swallowed a Zen master in noiseless little bites but is a look from her really worth finding that one snow orchid at the top of the perilous mountain of doom? Or is the look just a semi-legitimate excuse to climb a mountain and be all manly and quietly suffering?
1. Words of the day: boggle** & dactyl
2. Insight of the day: Hugh Jackman may be the second most beautiful man alive but Oscar host…not so much. All that singing and dancing has made his Marlboro Man score drop from 9.5 to 6.
3. State of the pool: Clear with raindrop eddies
4. Random thought: Why is Air Rush stimorol so addictive?
5. Awesomest lines: Emma again. Thank you so much for introducing her to me. She is just incredible but then again you know this.
Sal tyd verstaan,
as ek opstaan en jou gaan soek?
Seesiek in die reën, waar jou spore
nog rondings maak om my hart.
- Scripture line: Ephesians 1 again
18I pray also that the eyes of your heart may be enlightened in order that you may know the hope to which he has called you, the riches of his glorious inheritance in the saints, 19and his incomparably great power for us who believe.
* I rarely swear when in severe pain. I tend to focus on the pain (Bene Gesserit style) and then I dissipate the pain by clenching and releasing my fingers. This is good because D is starting to speak now and like all child geniuses will pick up the bad words to repeat to my mother who already doubts my parenting skills. She expresses this doubt by such visible self restraint that a word-void-vortex forms around her. Quite useful if you need quiet in a crowded room.
** 1. Overcome with amazement 2. Startle with amazement or fear 3. Hesitate when confronted with a problem, or when in doubt or fear. Just download The Sage already.
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