Food feast, and a party for the taste buds was today's highlight. That and buying underlay for the kitchen! I thought I should buy System of a Down's new cd, but funked it...next time for sure.
Last night, I cooked my favourite meal...omelette with very thinly sliced onions, five eggs, mushrooms, parsley and formaggio grattugiato cheese. Not over done, on the contrary, I prefer it underdone to allow the freshness to mellow in nature's own time. This added to Thai rice was the meal for my homestay student and myself...and I set the table, called him, when, unexpectedly, a friend called at my back door to see Morris Womble Blogflirt and 'shyeye' Rodders the guinea pigs. So I introduced them with glee.
Well, it lasted all of 5 minutes, and when I returned to my table, I was aghast...empty seats, empty glass, empty plate, and ... empty everything...all my omelette, ALL the rice cooker full of Thai rice...gone. Where the hell does HE put it all???
He also smokes a pipe, and it got blocked yesterday, so he grabbed my 35 cms long pine needles souvenir from a temple in Kyoto to unblock it...I saw red~!
I sought solace in an apricot slice crumble washed down with Twinnings orange, ginger and honey tea.
My dream last night, after that crap, was bizarre. It all started well enough...I nodded off to the sound of Black Hole Sun and pretty soon, the land of nod took me to Switzerland, and the new Euro-style city architecture before me...orderly, pristine, suitable, functional without anything being singularly outstanding...though the overall effect was impressive. There was a river running between concrete embankments, trees were new and none within the dreaming eye's vicinity were more than 10 years old. It was, at a guess, late August and I was, kind of, house-hunting. Hills gave way to distant mountains, and pedestrian ways to a sensibly planned area of appartments. I felt one was 'home' on a third floor of four. By this time, on foot, my parents appeared behind me, and a partner who never spoke a word...strange.
Without ever reaching or seeing 'my' appartment, (which had been the purpose of the walk), I had an nagging need for...yes, a Post Office what else!! I was seeking a yellow PO sign, and was lured into a library area, which too was not such an old building. This building had a high ceiling in one part, the older structure, but had a walkway, near a beautifully sunny courtyard which was busy with contentment and trotting locals. Through another walkway, all well-ordered and silent, an archway was passed through, and into some form of cathedral. Within a milli-second long queues opened up before our eyes, and I followed the PO queue, which moved forward, slowly, in dull light and silence, always at right angles...until what seemed to be a cloister broke the forward movement. The queues were all single file, and at the cloister point, my grandmother sprung forth, expressing 'the way of things in here'. My grandmother speaks no English in real life, and in this dream she spoke no words, and yet her message was clear...because just beyond her, was a dead-straight queue, breaking up my own Post Office queue...this other queue, again single file and silent, was heading into a darkened area, seemingly a prayer area...and it spelt some sort of trepidation.
I was totally unsure as to how to cross this line...and it was my grandmother who told me the way and manner in which to do it...