Archive for August 2008
Pim: Would you like to drive my car?
Kim: Actually, I´d prefer to drive Mim´s.
Pim: Mine is an automatic, so you wouldn´t have to bother about gears.
Kim: But that would require a shift in mindset.
T: Did you speak to Pim about going to see Chris Chameleon on Monday?
Mim: Ja, but he didn´t seem that keen.
T: I´m sure it´s not that he´s not keen; he´s feeling too stressed and busy at the moment.
Mim: Ja, you´ll just have to go with one of your friends.
T: None of my friends will want to go to the Barnyard Theatre. It´s so not cool. That´s why I enjoy hanging out with you. It´s like if you have kids and you can take them to see Kung Fu Panda.
Mim: Thanks very much!
T: It´s not a bad thing. I like to think of you guys as my older housemates, rather than the parental unit.
Mim: That certainly explains a lot…
Mim talking on the phone to sundry family members (I´ve heard this conversation more than once) about her trip overseas.
Mim: No, I didn´t really like Amsterdam; I wouldn´t go back there. It was so flat. It had no vibe – people were just wandering along the streets, doing nothing.
Somehow I think she might have been missing out on something – perhaps the very reason some people want to go to Amsterdam.
Sitting in the lounge, watching The Queen; the scene where Helen Mirren is determinedly driving through the Scottish highlands or wherever, in pursuit of that elusive stag.
T: I suppose, if the queen can drive, so can I.
Mim: Yes, but she doesn´t have to drive in public.
Am tired but buzzing after a hectic evening at work. Had to dash off some admin mails when I got home. And over-organise stuff for tomorrow. But, after receiving the following message from my dear friend Sebastian in Germany, I feel the right kind of tired… dreamy tired.
So sleep tight and dream about whatever you wish. But flowers, butterflies and a nice forest with cloudy red-blue heaven is the best, and suddenly a soulfly passes by just in front of your eyes, and suddenly you are asleeep… Have nice dreams… some surrealistic ones.
My gran is so achingly cool, it´s hard to keep up with her. After a 10 minute discussion on her latest plans to purchase a webcam, we starting chatting about her favourite South African band.
Gran: Freshlyground have really made a name for themselves; I hear them all the time on the radio.
Gran: Ever since they had that hit with Scooby-Doo, they´ve been doing well.
T (stifles a giggle): Mmmm…
But perhaps the joke´s on me, and it´s the younger family member who is hard of hearing. Whatever – I hope I still listen to contemporary South Arican music when I´m eighty!