Wednesday, February 23, 2011

Coming up on a tack.

Remember how I compared living here to sailing a boat?   Long periods of relative inactivity interspersed with moments of shear terror?  Well,  that's the way the saying goes,  I read it some where.   I don't think "moments of shear terror"  exactly applies,  but it does sound better.
More like,  "heightened activity".

Here's what I'm talking about.  Never mind that I'll be taking Travelling Companion to the airport this afternoon for a trip to Denmark.  That's just your run of the mill business kind of thing.  She has to do some sort of financial whatchamacallit,  and will be back late tomorrow (Thursday) night.
Fine,  it's a "Balance Sheet Review".   I actually do know what it's called,  I just don't really care.
 No,  what I'm talking about is more along the lines of some of the upcoming shared activities.  Later on towards the end of March,   she'll be spending the better part of a week in Barcelona for the annual meeting of the "Top Team",  and I'll be heading there on the Friday to hang out for the weekend.   She'll go on to Bilbao for another financial whatchamacallit,  and I'll come home.   Should be just fine,  I've never been to Barcelona.  I hear they speak Spanish.
 Then towards the end of May,  we'll be getting a visitor from Slovenia for a weekend,  who is actually an acquaintance of one of our daughters whom we met last summer.   It's one of those selling stuff on the internet and you meet people kind of things.    Nice young lady who is attending some sort of fashion show here in Wienerland.   Has to do with the jewellery she makes.   Seems to me it will be worn by some of the models?   I'll let you know.
 Then,  right around that time,  and we haven't firmed up these dates just yet,  one of Travelling Companion's nephews is coming over for a couple weeks to check out some "Musical Hotspots".   Not sure how else to put that.  He's a bit of a classical music buff,  and wants to do the Prague,  Salzburg,  Bonn,  Vienna kind of thing.   We'll probably go with him to Salzburg,  since we've never been,  and drive him down to Slovenia.   Rumour has it that Travelling Companion is actually going to take some vacation!
I know!
Mind you,  I'll believe it when I see it. 

She's never ever taken all the vacation she's been entitled to,  but I'd just as soon not get off on that particular rant.   This topic came up in an off handed kind of way when we briefly touched on the subject of owning a motorhome for ten years.  Not enough free time to really enjoy it.  I didn't really want to get into that one either.

So to continue with the analogy,   we've made sure nobody is standing on the leeward sheet,  and we're about to come up into the wind.

Oh,  and by the way,  the taps are working just fine,  thank-you.



  1. Bob,

    I think you mean "sheer terror," unless you are referencing one's first visit to the barber shop.

    (As I recall, you have corrected my English before, so it is only proper that I return the favor. ;-))

    I hope you are well!


  2. And by the way, I hope you know that I'm just giving you a hard time (as we say down South). Cheers!


  3. D'oh! You're right! How did I miss that!?
    I mean, we used to shear sheep on the farm, and I suppose they did have that look of "shear terror" *snort*


    And...thanks. (?)

    We're all good here.

    Oh, and I would never take offence to any kind of good natured ribbing. Comes from being the youngest I think.


Well, I've been getting too many spam comments showing up. Just a drag, so we'll go another route and hope that helps. So, we won't be hearing anything more from Mr. Nony Moose.
I guess I'll just have to do without that Gucci purse.