in which I am very glad that I bought a raincoat

The rain it raineth in Berlin.  But for the first time in many years I’m actually somewhat prepared. A few weeks ago, after yet more episodes of swimming in borrowed jackets that are much bigger than I am, I admitted to myself that as I grown up, it was about time that I bought a raincoat that a) fit and b) worked.  I’m now the proud possessor of a bright green paclite which does an excellent job of cheering up grey days and keeping me dry. It is still a little bit big for me, but only so that I can fit lots of layers underneath for cold days*, the smaller size looked admirably svelte but there’s enough of my mother in me to make concessions to practicality, and at least it was a deliberate plan not just the mistaken expectation that I’ll ‘grow into it’**.

Other thoughts from the day:

  1. I remembered that I agreed to do another half marathon next year.  Now I really do have to start running again.
  2. Actually, I need to do that anyway if I’m to have the legs for skiing – and climbing too so that I can remember how to balance
  3. I must admit to myself that I am spectacularly good at wasting time.  I’ve taken my working hours right down at the moment and yet I’m still not managing to accomplish all that much. Hmm.  Not something I can really put on my CV.
  4. the Eisbäre*** aren’t playing when LTN is coming to town, but he’s talked me into wanting to see them.  Is it allowable to go without him?
  5. I’m reading too many books at the moment.  This is my current reading list. It’s getting out of control.  But at least I’m not the only one with the problem
  6. To be scrupulously honest, this doesn’t even include the books which I have started but have been distracted from for a quite a while and therefore can’t really count as current.  I tried to love the Kite Runner, I really did but I only got about halfway through. Possibly because I suspect it’s all going to end in tears.
And now I’m late for Taco Tuesday. Dammit!  See, wasting time….

*not that I was smart enough to actually put all those layers on today so I shivered a lot. But I’m getting there!

**that never happened

*** ice hockey team, duh!


It’s raining, it’s pouring, the old man is snoring

Such a rainy Saturday it has been*, but strangely satisfying.  The panda and I watched Mr Smith Goes to Washington and it was amazing.  I love James Stewart: his voice, his face and his damn good acting.   He was so young in this film, it’s probably the earliest one I’ve seen. Funnily enough we were going to watch Rear Window, which is right at the other end of the spectrum, but the tech was against us.  I need to watch more of his long list of films, maybe The Man from Laramie, just because I fancy a western and I’ve always loved the song:

the west will never see;
a  man with so many notches on his gun,
everyone admires the fearless stranger,
danger was this man’s special-tee!
So they never bossed, or double crossed, the man from Laramie…

Doo-de-do-de-do-do. the man from Laramie.

Where was I?  Ah yes.  Then I hoovered the whole flat and reorganised my bedroom, which was strangely satisfying.  I often find that when my head isn’t on quite straight a burst of housework cleans out my mind as well as my house.  Two results for the price of one.  My room looks, as Panda put it, more like a room now, and I’ve got a little deskesque space set up to use the computer without mucking my neck and back up any more.  My wonderful birthday speakers are repositioned, my books are tidied up and my chair is just begging to be curled up in with a book and a cup of tea.  So long folks….

* editor’s note.  I’m writing this on Saturday, true enough, but I probably won’t publish it until later.  I’m so rubbish at writing at certain times that it seems wasteful to release a passel of posts into the wild at once, so I’ll save up my loquacious moments and dole them out in measured doses.  It’s my blog and the timeline doesn’t have to make sense …so there.