Old Lady Soap.

This is the way these conversations go sometimes:

“I’ve run out of soap”

“Uh-huh,  what kind?”

“You know,  that ‘Olay’”

“What? Old Lady?”

“Noooo!   Not Old Lady,  Oil of Olay!”

“Right,  I’ll be looking for some Old Lady soap.”

*giggles*

 

“You’d better not!”

 

So of course,  in keeping with the way my brain works,  I set off this morning in search of some Old Lady soap,  which meant that a second conversation played out in my head.  Don’t worry.  *Only in my head*.

To the store clerk:   “Um excuse me,  my wife needs some Old Lady soap.  What do you recommend?”

Thankfully it doesn’t translate well into German,  or I just might have been tempted, only to see the look on some young store clerk’s face. These language barriers aren’t always a bad thing.

Truth be told,  old guys think they’re being cute when they do this sort of thing,  when really and truly they’re just being a huge jackass.  Just saying.

 

Drat.  I don’t see any Old Lady soap in with that lot.   I’ll see if I can get the next best thing.   No chance of getting that el cheapo stuff over there on the bottom right.  That won’t pass muster.

Most any time it says “Clever”,  that doesn’t mean you’re being clever by buying it.   Especially if it’s going to be used on your wife’s skin.  Danger Will Robinson!

 

So here we go.

I think the “Delicate Care”  helped influence my decision.

I won’t find out for a day or two if I chose wisely.

That’s not because Travelling Companion only uses soap every other day or some such thing.  (Oh Gawd if I said that,  I’d be in such trouble!)

It has all to do with the fact that she’s away for a couple days.   Had to head out early this morning and motor up to her second office in Schrems.    Can’t remember what that was about.   All I know is,  I had to get up early.   Started waking up at 3:00.   It’s that stupid built in alarm clock. 

  

Not much happening out there at six in the morning.   Just the street sweepers,  garbage trucks,  and people like me staggering around half awake.

 

What you don’t see in the sky there is clouds.  It’s turning into yet another gorgeous day.  If spring temperatures are in the teens,  I’m happy.

I’ll try to keep my nap short.

 

Thanks for stopping by.

 

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Another weekend.

We’re wearing them down.  

Thankfully the weather was just about perfect,  although it decided to cloud over this morning.  I’ll survive.

Not much to say about yesterday.  Started off very nicely:

 

If you don’t understand the significance of that image,  then that’s too bad.  Something to do with blueberry pancakes.   Not sick of them yet!  No sir!

It’s impossible to have anything but a good day after blueberry pancakes.

 

I mentioned on Friday, yes?  that we tried out the grinder.  Well,  we ended up grinding up just about an entire bag of walnuts yesterday, because T.C. just had to use the thing I think.  She didn’t want to do any baking.  Just grinding. 

Hey,  I never question these things.

And yes,  I suppose I did have to try out my new thickness planer just to see how it worked once upon a time,  even though I didn’t really NEED to plane anything.  So I do get it.

So now there are exactly three and one half cups of ground walnuts in our fridge.   Didn’t hurt a bit.

It turns out that this machine/devise/whatever is actually BETTER than the one she used to borrow back home.  Well I’ll be!    Once in a while,  the boy hits one out of the park.  Without even knowing it.

I don’t think T.C. would say that just to be nice.  She’s not like that. “Niceties”  usually only apply when it comes to things of a complimentary nature.

Speaking of which,  (sort of)  it seems that I have to make sure that applying make-up is on the “better check that” list each morning before Travelling Companion heads off to work.  One morning last week, and I don’t at the moment remember which one, this activity or rather the lack thereof escaped my notice,  which then means that this non-event is something that I needed to hear about at the end of the day.  Really?

The, “Oh,  I hadn’t noticed you weren’t wearing make-up dear”, response wasn’t going to cut it.   C’mon!  What do I know?   She did seem to be ready to head out the door in fairly short order that morning.  I just thought maybe I was dawdling is all.   Come to find out,  she missed a step.   And it was my fault.

I’m glad I don’t have a list of the things that are supposedly my “job”.  I think I’d get depressed.

 

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So now,  is this a “gaggle”  of tourists?

 

Just wondering.

Every so often I see one or two,  but now and again I see a whole flock.   Oh wait,  maybe it is a “flock”?   Like,  “C’mon kids,  let’s get the flock out of here”?

 

Like that?

 

 

 

This one is for the boys back home:

 

For those of us with a Merkur member card,  the price is a very reasonable €9,99.   Oh joy.  I didn’t buy any.   We have enough home made Slovenian hooch to do just nicely thanks.  At a much better price too.

 

And now for another silly picture that has nothing to do with anything:

I mentioned that I had called the one brother for his birthday?  Well,  there’s yet another brother who will be having a birthday in a few days.   He has no internet, although he does have a phone.  I suppose I could call him,  but he’s as deaf as a post,  and I have no huge to desire to chat with his ‘charming lady friend’.

*I just shuddered*

So I figured I’d zip off a letter and mail it to him with some birthday greetings.   I managed to write a couple pages,  even though it’s hard to stay away from the “I’m here and you’re not”  kind of thing?  I usually come up with something to blather on about though.  The weather.  Avalanches.  Whatever.   See,  this is the same brother who,  back in the day when T.C. was going to school, (where she got an Honours Degree in Economics, by the way,  just thought I’d mention that)  thought that the whole “University thing”  was a big ole waste of time.   Or something like that.  I only remember snippets.  This was something he felt fit to tell directly to T.C.,  and I only really heard about it a little later, after he had left.  Probably just as well.

So I don’t actually come out and ask him how life is working out for him living in that hole in the ground,  but I’m tempted.     Well,  it’s not literally a “hole”,  but I do remember thinking,  “Wow,  what a shit hole!”  that one time when we went down there for a visit.   Thankfully it was a nice day and we could sit outside.  Let’s leave it at that.   *I just shuddered again*

Even though I make sure to write to the guy on the order of about twice a year, (hey,  I can go into my documents folder and check if it’s really all that important to you)  I ultimately never ever hear a peep from him.   Oh well.   Word is that he does get these letters.  So that’s that.

I had no qualms about putting the address on there,  since you can go and do all the searches you might like,  and you’ll be hard pressed to come up with any meaningful location as to where he lives,  and frankly I wouldn’t even care.

Let’s just say,  it’s not that bad in the summer,  but I’ve lived within a mile of the shore of the Bay of Fundy,  and I don’t recommend it in the winter time.   No sirree.

 

Well,  I see my ‘silly’ gauge is running on empty.   That’s it for today.

 

Keep those upper lips stiff.

 

Thanks for coming on by.

 

 

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Should I have shopping bag envy?

Not a whole heck of a lot going on today, which is pretty much the way I like my Saturdays.   The only slight exception would be doing a little shopping in the morning,  which is where I saw this rather neat shopping bag.

 

OK,  there’s a “bag” joke in there somewhere,  but whether the lady was an “old bag” or not,  I’m not going there.  I was being sneaky,  since I only wanted a pic of the bag.   I suppose I could have struck up a conversation with the lady and asked her where she got it,  but I try not to get agitated with those who think standing in line at the checkout somehow can be a replacement for a proper kaffeeklatsch,  so it therefore follows that I have no intention of agitating the people behind me by engaging in mindless chit chat about where someone bought a particular shopping bag.   I just thought it was neat.  

Considering that was today’s “big excitement”,  I guess we’re more or less scraping the bottom of the barrel here.

 

 

We did take a couple minutes and to give the outside table a going over.   I had just cleaned this thing a week ago and it was already kind of black.  It’s either soot,  or brake dust,  we’re not sure.

I didn’t take a picture of the dirty paper towel.  You’ll just have to take my word for it.

 

Unless the weather takes some sort of drastic change for the worse,  I’d say that spring is pretty much on its way.  It was in the high teens today (just think nearly room temperature,  and learn some Celsius!)  

 

I decided to do a “do over” when it came to the birthday call to my brother in Nova Scotia,  since last week’s call didn’t go all that well.  Having to go to a funeral service on your birthday kind of sucks.   He was in better spirits yesterday,  although he couldn’t chat for too long,  since there was someone there quoting on some work to the house.  It’s a rather old farm house that they have,  with lathe and plaster walls and ceilings,  and my understanding is that they’ve pretty much gutted the dining room and kitchen. 

Now I have to say this,  I’ve torn out lathe and plaster,  and I know just what kind of a job it is.   Best to wear your respirator.   I don’t even think a dust mask will quite do it.   If you can manage to protect your lungs,  that’s really only half the battle,  since the dust just goes everywhere.  True of drywall dust as well,  but with any old building,  there’s years of additional cr*p that gets unearthed when you start the tear-out.  It’s just a horrid,  horrid job.

 

Anyhoo,  that’s it for today’s missive.   Tomorrow will quite likely be more of the same,  so there may very well be a big gaping hole where some words might other wise have appeared.   Time to pour another glass of Pinot Grigio.

 

Happy St. Paddy’s Day for all you green beer drinking types.

 

Thanks for lookin’.

 

 

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