a weeks reprieve

Because i happen to be the luckiest sob i know i got a week off work paid without dippin into the holidays. School closure. the kids go home..i get a week off. yay!

The time was well spent forcing germans to retreat and strategic deployment of kvII tanks to punch holes in Panzer mark IV's. that and a load of painting was done. my army has expanded and soon shall be the terror of... well.. my front room mostly. but beware!! at least in the front room.

The rest of the time was occupied with another Haruki Murakami book that my socalled library finally got on. Kafka on the Shore. I love haruki. its nigh impossible these days to find an author who changes your mindstate at all in the dross of the best seller lists and beyond these days. But haruki never fails. never.

my uncle died of brain cancer last week. And since im here and hes in the great white north i was unable to attend the funeral. I hear it was lovely though and the mayor showed up for it. i guess my uncle was pretty high up on the big wig scale.. heavy hitters where pitchin eulogies. (mangled that analogy nicely i see)

Well... its conference week here in hexheketer uni... so im running around putting out fires and telling foreign guest speakers not to cry. other than that... not a whole hella lot new or diff.

o Q-tip (my partner in crime/life) and i have embarked on incredibly violent sorties every evening about an hour past sundown. slug hunts. she is determined to protect her garden plants and in doing so has overcome her fear of all things slimey. She now walks to an fro in the dark with the light of my camera phone in hand muttering 'die die.. oo a big one... DIE', as she nonchalantly pics up and disposes of slugs and snails in a jar of salt. its really quite macabre. im both afraid and guilty as i have helped her. afraid of her... and guilty for slug murder. sigh.

anyhoo... ill have to wander i guess... laters!

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