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Sitting waiting wishing

I hate it when I know, I did wake up and remembered a dream and was awake a while thinking about it, only to wake up again in the morning and not remembering the dream itself, just that I did remember it just a little while ago and was thinking about it.

The technicians at the hospital wanted to test the emergency energy supplies today. To help them we had to stand at all the (30 something) elevators in the building and keep people from using them because maintenance wasn’t sure they’d still work after the power-down.

So we went to our elevator, glued an out of order sign to it and waited. Nothing happened. Twenty minutes later a technician comes and tells us they can’t get it to work, we are to remove the signs and they will try again at twenty past three (that was at three o’clock). We do as told, and wait again. At half past three, I call maintenance to ask whether anything will happen any time soon. They are going to switch it off at half past they tell me. Sure. Of course.

End of the story? It’s four o’clock before they manage to turn off the power. Can you imagine a big hospital without any elevators for more than an hour? Never to mention that we wasted our time waiting for them to get their job done.

Ah well. Ten minutes till I have to leave again for my Tai Chi course. At least I had time to eat something.

This was written by Nebelmond. Posted on Thursday, July 3, 2008, at 4:50 pm. Filed under Uncategorized. Bookmark the permalink. Follow comments here with the RSS feed. Trackbacks are closed, but you can post a comment.

Wheelchairphilosophy

In my dream I was dreaming that I was sitting in a small car with some guy who wanted to join our roleplaying group and showed him a shortcut towards Alsbach. We were just on the right way and he had just understood that Alsbach isn’t in Darmstadt, when I woke up. From the dream inside the dream, that is.

Because now I was completely naked somewhere in town. Fortunately there was nobody else to see me. So I made my way through back alleys and hidden paths homewards. Somehow I ended up inside a nice flat andI had this feeling it was my mother’s boyfriend’s flat. When I left it, I read my mother’s name on the door bell. So when I heard voices, I went back into the flat and hid behind the curtain acting as kitchen door.

Of course the voices came into the flat, it were my mother and her boyfriend. I had never before met him, only knew that he was some kind of priest. He sat in a wheelchair and was kind of young, perhaps in his thirties or forties. Even though I was hidden behind the curtain, I could see perfectly well what happened in front of it.

My mother came into the kitchen and leaned against the counter next to me behind the curtain and started making small talk with her boyfriend to cover me and get him to go away. Somehow, I knew that he knew I was there. He never mentioned it though. He was funny, well-read, empathic and self-assured. He did not play over the fact that he was sitting inside a wheelchair and that it wasn’t what he had hoped for in life, but it wasn’t determining what his life was to become, either. In short, I liked him a lot.

After a long long time of talking (I wish I could remember the talking) my little brother rang the bell and brought my mother a grocery bag with clothes for me. A little while later my brother was suddenly the boyfriend’s little daughter.

Finally both my mother and her boyfriend went towards the bedroom and I made ready to escape, when the boyfriend returned alone, rolled in front of the curtain and told me he had known about me all along. I finally showed my head and told him that I liked him.

And there the dream ended and I woke up, wondering what the heck that may mean. ^_^

This was written by Nebelmond. Posted on Wednesday, July 2, 2008, at 5:15 am. Filed under Dreams. Bookmark the permalink. Follow comments here with the RSS feed. Trackbacks are closed, but you can post a comment.

Tanguera

Yesterday, I went into the musical Tanguera shown in the Alte Oper in Frankfurt. Unfortunately, my friends were not impressed. I kind of liked it. It was a pity we were sitting back too far to see their faces, next time I will order tickets closer to the stage. And one thing did bother me about their dancing. Tango, in my mind, is a very aggressive dance, with high emotion. And a very good way to express aggression, especially in the scenes were they guys fought each other and quarrels happened, is stepping. The loud sound of the shoes on the floor accentuates the dancing very nicely, expressing strength and boldness. They did it a bit at the beginning, when the dock workers were introduced, but after that dance, it never happened again, there was only the rubbery sound of shoes pushed over the stage. A pity.

Aside from that, I did enjoy the show. Some dances were better, some were not so good, of course, but the better ones made up for some poor routines.

What I found weird was that somehow we ended up driving home again right after the show. I would have thought we’d look for a comfortable little coffee shop, drink a little and talk about the show. But we didn’t. Maybe because our two most vocal guys, Martin & Martin, gave off really bad comments right when we left the building, killing the discussion before it could start. Of course, it wasn’t the highlight of the year it may have been with the first crew. But still … talking about what you just saw is part of going to a show. Meh.

Well, I will certainly go more often to the theatre again now. But I will be picky with whom I take along.

Oh, yes, a picture of them four.

This was written by Nebelmond. Posted on Sunday, June 29, 2008, at 6:37 am. Filed under Uncategorized. Bookmark the permalink. Follow comments here with the RSS feed. Trackbacks are closed, but you can post a comment.

Encrusted Curryfish

800 gr fish filet
2 apples
300 gr creme fraiche
2 TS white wine
2 TS mango chutney
2 ts sugar
2 ts curry
lemonjuice

Rinse the fish filet under cold water, dab it dry and sprinkle it with lemonjuice. Afterwards give it 15 minutes rest. Dab it dry again and season it with salt and pepper. Put them into a buttered casserole dish

Skin and quarter the apples, remove the core. Cut the quarters into small dice. Mix creme fraiche with the white wine in a bowl and season with the curry, sugar, salt and mango chutney. Now mix in the apples and pour it all over the fish.

Put it into the oven pre-heated to 175°C and cook for about 30-40 minutes. Serve in the casserole dish together with rice.

Bon appetit!

PS: Not sure how you english people differentiate between tablespoon and teaspoon when using short script. I just put TableSpoon in capital letters and teaspoon in small ones.

This was written by Nebelmond. Posted on Tuesday, April 22, 2008, at 7:33 pm. Filed under Recipes. Bookmark the permalink. Follow comments here with the RSS feed. Trackbacks are closed, but you can post a comment.

Happy Thoughts

Walking to the streetcar from school, I caught myself thinking that I do enjoy living. What a peculiar thought. =)

Of course it doesn’t change anything, I’m still the same, the world’s still the same, but still, it makes me happy. Perhaps not really something to write down. Or just the right thing to write down. I’m a weirdo, sometimes. ^_^ But I do enjoy it.

This was written by Nebelmond. Posted on Monday, February 25, 2008, at 2:02 pm. Filed under Uncategorized. Bookmark the permalink. Follow comments here with the RSS feed. Trackbacks are closed, but you can post a comment.