nothing very profound...

[solitary_summer]

Up at 6:30, because I was going to get my TBE vaccination renewed before work, but was told next year was early enough. I'm not particularly needle - phobic, but good. The TBE one always makes my arm ache.

Work is slow, slow, *slow*. The boss complains, but it's really not our fault - no good books, people on holiday, weak economy, whatever... and recently our side of the street has been almost completely turned into building site.

For lack of much else to do, yesterday & today I dusted our ficus tree. As in, tall (if somewhat lopsided) ficus tree; as in, leaf by leaf. On the one hand this is one of those moments where you ask yourself, and this is what I have an academic degree for?; on the other hand though.... it does have a certain zen-like quality, and at least you're doing something productive with a visible result. Now the tree can breathe again. I find this kind of satisfactory, though I'm not quite sure what that says about my life.

Half-read E. Fromm's Die Kunst des Liebens; interesting.

Called the guy I rented the flat from, or rather left a message on his mailbox. If I can, I'll stay for now and maybe start searching again next year without the pressure of a deadline. Perhaps I've been too picky, but things like atmosphere, view, etc matter to me and by now I'm well & truly sick & tired of reading between the lines of adds, looking at apartments and not really liking them... And rather to my surprise I find for the moment at least I'm content with things, at peace with myself; I no longer feel the urge having to move physically to have some change in my life.

And of course the yard is just so beautiful again. I love it, when I come home at night, to smell the earth, the flower scents, to look up and see the stars.

Speaking of which, there's supposed to be a lunar eclipse tonight...


Too many planes over Vienna today.


[Also? Someone give Trent a haircut.]

Comments

[czaria.livejournal.com]

He's been having some serious bad hair issues lately.

[solitary-summer.livejournal.com]

Indeed. And I thought *my* last haircut was bad...

[czaria.livejournal.com]

Well this should disprove the "Trent is God" assertions some make. No God would have his hair look that way. LOL


He should really go back to The Fragile era look.

[un-crayon-rouge.livejournal.com]

Happiness never does seem very profound, does it?

What I enjoy most at work, I'm sure I've mentioned it already, is wrap books in transparent plastic. One after the other, just enough different moves to keep you concnetrated and kind of interested, but easy enough to give you space for your own thoughts. Plus you get to handle and fondle all those lovely new books, you even start breathing in a rythm of your own... Gah, the Zen at work, indeed.

But my letters from autrian administration still come adressed to "Frau Magister". Austrians can be so quaint.

[solitary-summer.livejournal.com]

LOL. wem sagst du das.

so typisch österreichisch, das kann ich nur auf deutsch schreiben.

Wir hatten eine zeitlang (bis wir sie dezent wieder verschwinden liessen) Namensschilder, auf denen jeweils auch der Titel stand & unser Geschäft ist halt im ersten Bezirk, da zählt so was noch. Ich habe seit dem ein paar Stammkunden... *kopfschüttel* Grüüüß Gott, Frau Maagiiister!

Dann gibts noch die regelmässigen noch-aus-der-Gumpendorferstrasse-Stammkunden-Anrufe, wo jedesmal wenn ich mich melde die konsternierte Reaktion kommt "Ist die Frau Maagiiister nicht da?!", womit dann Manuela gemeint ist.

*seufz*