Posts tagged ‘rain’

Vacationers…

Standing on our hotel balcony, I hear a sudden splashing noise.

I take a look.

This German (!) Couple just parked moments earlier, and I had assumed to check in.
No. At least not right away.

They transported their canoe on their car roof with the opening up (!), no cover, not upsidedown like anyone with common sense would. (Hey, Germans hike through the Alps in sandals and flip flops, so what am I expecting?)

Now, it seems, that the rain somewhere along their route, filled the canoe with water, so that they had to stop and empty it.

Does he empty it with a cup, or something like a cup/bucket?
No.
Are they taking it off of the car roof, to empty it out on the ground?
No.

He’s using a sponge.
A fucking sponge!
Reach in, soak up, take out, squish, splash, repeat.

I’m out.
This is nuts. This is exactly the type of person that hikes in near vertical mountains with Flipflops on. The kind of person that is aggravated that the ocean is actually saltwater. Someone who thinks sunscreen is for babies, and then turns red as a lobster.

Once the canoe was empty, or emptied out enough, they took it off of the car and checked into the adjacent hotel.

Take care,
A.

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Thunder, Lightning, Hail – Action?

So we had a nice thunderstorm the other day. Some 40 thousand lightning bolts an hour!
Rain that seemed to be taken from fantasy literature (aka Bible) or some bad B- Movie, drowning the land.
Hail!

I was asleep through most of it.

Once my wife woke me up to shut the widows completely.

Did that.
Went back to sleep.

Then she woke me up to tell me that she thinks it’s hailing.

Now what should I do about that if it is hailing?
Rush outside and protect the tomatoes and strawberries with my body?
Who am I?
Almanzo Wilder?
I don’t need pneumonia, nor a stroke!
Perhaps it’s hailing, so what?

Of course, I didn’t say any of that. I didn’t want to hurt her, or seem overly rude, although she would’ve understood everything about that argument, so I just mumbled (or grumbled) a ‘maybe’, in the hopes of going back to sleep.

After spending the rest of night lulled to sleep by rain, hail and thunder, I had to drain a few potted plants in the morning, nothing had been ruined by hail.

Hope you guys are okay, take care,
A.

Vacation. 

Sorry to bore you guys and gals with my vacation stuff, but it is inevitable. Even weirdos like me go on vacation with the wife and kid. 


There’ll be hiking.


There’ll be waters. 


In case the weather decides to present us with an english summer,


I come prepared!
I don’t know if I’ll be able to supply you with new and exciting material while away. So I had prepared this little assembly of adventure for you.

Take care, A.

Rain.

In evening’s dim light, 

silent raindrops like diamonds glitter, 

voiceless whisperings unheard, 

brief existence of utter beauty, 

sailing on – rolling – into the night, 

sweet dreams…

Season of death

Others find spring romantic.
Everything awakens from their wintery slumber, blossoms open, life seemingly begins anew. It’s the season to fall in love in, the season for wedding vows, for having children, for outdoor activities, for outdoor sports. The season for life!

I, however, think that spring is the season of death.
Not just because my grandparents died shortly before and during spring respectively, but because of those opening blossoms.

Worse than the radioactive deathcloud from Chernobyl had hit us, this hits home every year.

Pollen.
Clouds and clouds of pollen.

I wake up in the morning with a sore throat and clogged nose, every breath hurts as if I had smoked two packs of cigarettes last night, minus the smell. And my eyes water and itch as if some jokster had strewn sand into them.

Outdoor activities?
Yes please, but only when it rains, or shortly thereafter.
Romantic?
In a morbid way, sure.
The same way some people think venomous snakes are romantic (or pretty), I think of beautiful springtime flowers/blossoms.

It never fails to alarm me, reminding me of my own mortality, when I wake up to an annoying cough, my eyes already a ground zero of itching and burning.
Seriously, frack spring.

PS: Despite this obvious attempt at manslaughter by mother nature, I still do my work out. It involves a lot more panting and gasping for air, but I do it anyway…

10 February 2017

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The storm’s still raging. The current geopolitical, and geosocial situation is a disaster, my country’s situation is stable, but odd (alternativefacts are abundant, eventhough I do not live in the US).

My personal status is … well, it is.

Hope you folks liked the RoF Season 1 bulk posting at the end of January, there will be a bulk posting of Season 2, but we’ll see when that happens. (Instead of an Adventcalendar? Only throughout January 2018? At the end of it? We’ll se, we’ll see.)

Hope you folks are well, while battle my inner demons, and the exterior crushing bullshit hail…

Take care,
A.

Friday 18 Nov

Mists hanging low over the mountain,
raining down like uncountable tears,
of a summer long gone,
lamenting its own passing.