Nice day, unseasonably fair weather. Leaves almost gone, but the remaining ones are nice and yellow. She made the thick beans. This is second time now, as we gave up on the čorbast, can't find properly salted and smoked meat anymore, whatever there was is gone, it's all insufficiently salted, or smoke flavor added but still rather raw, injected with brine and emulgators and whatnot. So thick it is and something from the pan.
Last time it was domestic sausages, worked great - at least these can be found proper - today it was patties. More ground meat than bread in them (in the nineties there was much more bread, and the meat was more of a spice).
Dad called in the morning, to say that now that he's got into the habit of wearing his teeth for every meal (finally, after how many years?), we can get him some fresh cucumbers and peppers (which means he already ate the second 2-liter jar of our pickled peppers, and was kind of shy to confess). Took him to his favourite shop, just a block and a half away, to do his biweekly shopping, and when he was done, the saxo wouldn't start. The starter was dead. It did have some trouble with the bendix, once per winter, though this time it was last month, when Ender was driving... hmm. Noticed a neigbor going by, so he engaged another older guy and they gave me a push. The saxo started within five meters (I love french cars), so I took dad home and drove straight to the mechanic's. Also told them to check on the head gasket (as both Ender and Stanley told me to), which I translated as directly "zaptivka glave", which the guy said must be "ventil dekla" - probably valve lid, from the universal quasi-german that all older mechanics speak. And the disks on the front brakes, somewhat warped.
The guys called a bit later, saying the starter has basically fried the battery (which is almost new, bought it three years ago)... well, ok, that's just another 40€. The car may be ready for saturday, or if the replacement starter doesn't arrive on time, monday.
Soon the chimney sweep came, to do the annual cleaning of the boiler (which never boils, and it shouldn't). He's really good. Amazingly, a chimney sweep who wears his hair longer than I ever had. Luckily, his hair is black... or he dyes it like that.
In the evening a longish session on skype, saw them all.
12-XI-2015 - 31-X-2025