Archive for July 12th, 2009
This is why I can’t have nice things…
In my rush to get packed for this month, I tossed my usual pipe bag into my larger duffel, the one that I checked through. When I say tossed I should say that I wrapped it in some of the clothing I had in the bag also, figuring that that would be enough to protect it for the flight. Clearly it wasn’t, and here’s the result: one of my favorite Boswell’s, gone for ever. For my walk into town today I had the urge to bring along a pipe, and when I opened the bag and saw this, a pang shot through me. As always I feel careless and lazy and vaguely undeserving of the good things in my life.
On a lighter note, I got out and practiced on the bicycle for a while yesterday. I only crashed into a fence once, but it was enough of a spill that later I had to go out and search the bushes for my glasses, which had been in my pocket but and gotten knocked loose during the tumble. Yes, I am a Stooge abroad.
Even without the pipe I walked on down to Westerland, in time to meet a chilled drizzle. People are scrambling under the awnings of the main drag and I am in Woyton’s again, having a coffee and a cherry cake. I’m going to see if it calms down some and then walk back, after I see if I can pick up a beach towel.
Addendum: OK: this is the weirdest aural experience I’ve had in quite a while: currently the cafe is playing a bossa nova version of The Ramone’s “I Wanna Be Your Boyfriend” does anyone else know about this? Or is it simply some exclusive to Germany bit of insanity?
Tags: Annandale Dream Gazette, Self Sabotage, Smoking, Sylt, travel