28-X-2024.
Having slept long on thursday, I counted I won't fall asleep just like that on friday either... Well, didn't, not at all. Got up around four, had a smoke, went back, still no luck. Got up again, made coffee, made some ten cigarettes, played bejewelled2 on the mac, scribbled a few paragraphs in Byo... and sleep just wouldn't come. For thursday I may consider the restaurant coffee before the ride back to have woken me clear, plus the quarter cup which waited for me at home and which I sipped unthinkingly, but then how half a coffee (my cup holds 0,5 l) does nothing to me after lunch and can't stop the siesta - and this friday I actually had only one coffee, the second one, having slept through the time for the first one.
That friday she went to get groceries, we'll need meat for the steaks, and she managed to get toothpicks, remembered that. I did remember them last time in Roda, but we were already near the cash register, I asked a clerk where would they be and she said all the way up there in the kitchen corner, never mind then, some other time. Now since I also acquired new clogs, there's no other hopeless item to look for, except maggi spice.
And what I napped after lunch I actually didn't, it was more of some halfunaware state, watching myself dream, though in somewhat longer chunks. Her slamming the steaks woke me up, Milan, Lena and Tanja are coming, so it's Karađorđe's steak in the making. They were late, it seems he drove slower (nope, there was a fender bender along the way, they had to wait to pass), and Tanja was squealing so he got nervous. But then it was her first trip out of town. So it happened that Boba came some half hour ahead of them, so we had the time to thoroughly question him on the course of construction and paperology (common expression for paperwork here). Just like when we built, that part takes between a quarter and third of total cost.
When she put the soup on the table, she went to take out the steaks as well. To keep them from cooling off, she held them in a glass vessel in the oven, which she then had to hold with a rag. I was in the bathroom at the time, and it sounded like a ladle fell on the floor. By the time I got out, they were already brooming the shards and laying the steaks in a frying pan. There's no lunch now, can't eat that, even though this was a thicker glass and makes fewer of the small splinters, we aren't crazy to risk it. That'll have to be cleaned out slowly and under a better light, and fed to the cats, they'll have a feast whole week. While we ate the soup, Milan suggested he should go to Zanatlija to bring some, it seemed he needed a bit of a solo ride. And did so, said he enjoyed the ride, the city was almost empty, parking lots aplenty, and yes, it's full of smoke and loud music in Zanatlija, we wouldn't be able to talk there.
Milan is still working off his trial period, and if he does well he'll become the second line of defense rather than the main engine. Lena is going back to work in a few weeks, and is already peeking into the office to catch up. And she found the news, they have an internal site where the bug fixes are on trial between first round of testing and official shipping. Now it's also released to the customers, just not advertised much yet, so she sold him the trick how to get there, and then he resold it in the office and was the software hero of the day for that.
Tanja farted her guts out later, filled the diaper and her mood improved immediately. And it really wasn't about the ride, she slept through most of the ride back. I also took a nap in the afternoon, less than an hour, wound myself up to not sleep too long, didn't want to be the spectre all night. In the evening, after the entertainment we took to drinking, and despite of me thinking that I'll fall asleep amid the first shot, I had the same impression about the fourth and still stayed awake. In the morning, finally, back to normal. We were both so-so, feeling like doing nothing, and the plan to slice the quinces was delayed for today.
Nina took the kids for a weekend at Wolflair, the same aquapark in a hall, where they were in 2018 when Lena was there.
Spoke with Go and hers in the evening, they are still doing mostly nothing about the move. Stanley bought some Toyota, an SUV kind of thing, needs some licking up, nothing much, paid 7500 and already has a customer for 14500. The guy called thrice already to check whether he acquired it yet. That's going against the increased rent they'll be paying there. His only preparation for the move is to rapidly sell the bulky stock - a differential, one engine, some wheels he and his romanian Hungarian picked on the dump for free... anything he sells he needs not move.
The whole day today went in chopping, cleaning and boiling the quince for the brandy. We added some 15kg of apples, which we boutght at the little grocery by the community [center]. Went well, I even had time for a 20 minute nap after lunch (it would be unwise to wield the cleaver when that yellow minute comes), cats kept us company. Rundek came a few times to be petted, and even the small Jednobrk (one-moustache) did so (seems to be a female). We finished around 17:00, when it was darkening (we're back on regular clock since yesterday). There was some small stuff remaining in the bucket, with which we didn't want to fuck around, there was more mold than meat, we simply decided to declare victory and throw that away.
Lena sent a picture of Tanja, by phone up close, because now it's already a matter of which color will her eyes be. They seem to lean to father's side, graygreen or some such. I poured a liter of tutifruti 22.1 and one of the „?“ from don't know which year, of which we thought was pear and then couldn't find again, which then forced us to take inventory by sampling each cask and relabeling them better so we don't confuse them anymore. We eventually found this, but now it pulls to apple. One such evening this week we decided to give up on Klincaid, it's not much of a joy anymore, and of dozen things I meant to do there, I know I'll do none, lost the will to. The plan is to run another season, gather the gang once more, then sell it.
So my sleeping went back to normal, got up at eight. While I was booting, a headache appeared suddenly, as if on a button, real hangoverly kind, but I knew the trick, it happened before just not after waking up, rather a dozen minutes before. And it subsided by mid coffee, as it always does.
The following days I was fiddling with the mrz pludger (mp3 player...), polished it up to the point when it's already clocking playtme, and what it plays it shows in the mask's caption (not each time, it mostly shows what's selected in the grid, which may be out of sync already as I keep deleting the orphaned file records, and the grid may still show them, there's more work lined up for me). On thirtieth we toured the cemeteries in the afternoon, which we kept doing since [year] twoninteenth, except then we did it in august, and then in the following years we moved that to end of october. We skipped it last year, but resumed now. There wasn't much to do, and we didn't bring any gardening tools, though we could do something, the one on the catholic [cemetery] was in rather bad shape, it sank, the tombstone is leaning to the right, but she said it's put on the concrete frame, which the famous construction engineer Lajči made... did he ever build anything right? Though, hand on heart, it sank that much in the first three years and that was it, stayed so and didn't sink deeper.
The kids have, as I see from the shots (all three sent theirs), had good time on Halloween. Linda, Sanda and Violet went trick-or-treating, their costumes just right (Violet as a real witch). Raja stayed at home to hand out the candies to kids... Even Milan was on a picture with Tanja and Api, both of them costumed.
The repair guys fixed the frajer and, yes, they agree that its heater croaked, i.e. „demised during use“.
On friday the overhang fell from the front side of the Novi railway station, fourteen dead in quarter of a second. burundi gathered in just a few hours enough material to make it clear what happened - the clueless dummies hung yet another terrace on the inside, on the same columns holding this on the outside, added more weight to this overhang, and the roof anchors, on which the whole thing hung, they removed because they were obstructing the flow of the rainwater. On day two in turned out that on the project there was not one civil engineer there, nobody competent to calculate the load, the only engineers were interior designers, façade specialists and one for the 'mobilijar' (benches and such). The ruling gang went into action within the first two hours after the disaster, in three directions - one, to claim that the overhang wasn't renovated at all (to which hundreds of photographs appeared on the web, showing that it was), second to blame the opposition for abusing the tragedy for petty political gains (that's what they say each time when they are called to responsibility), and third to remove all the praise to the architectural aspects of the renovation from their official websites in any articles where the non-renovation was mentioned. Not just scum, criminals with bloody hands.
And yes, all the broken concrete and debris were cleaned out within 12 hours. Not even Rudi Giuliani was that efficient in removing the evidence.
Mentions: Api, Bejewelled2, burundi, Byo (Byo), Dobrivoj Gunaroši (Boba), frajer, Gorana Sredljević (Go), Jelena Sredljević (Lena), Klincaid, Lajoš Gunaroši (Lajči), Linda Sredljevich Aquilla (Linda), Milan Nastić, mrz pladžer, Nevena Sredljević (Nina), Novi Sad, Ryu (Raja), Sanda Sredljević Aquilla (Sanda), Stanley Berger, Tanja Nastić, tutifruti, Violet, Zanatlija, in serbian
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