Not much to comment here... as summer draws near... and the updates seize and my eyebrows bleach in the sunlight's siege that breaches leafy trees on a sunny summer beach while the bunnies run a breeze.
I finished Eragon, moved onto Eldest (second part of the Inheritance quadrilogy), and have this week been spending way too much time with this particular work of literature considering there is much else to do at the moment and I'll have plenty of opportunities to read after I leave.
A design client appeared today and asked for a logo (to which I gladly obliged, of course!). I have a verse I hope to record tonight, though I work early tomorrow. I did a quick sig request for a buddy. I've been moving plants from pots to the plot by the window block, cleaning the house in a frenzy, backing up files all night and flushing out all food in the freezer for I defrost it (made some pretty delicious home-mauled falafel yesterday btw, pondering posting pictures of my meals) and I should post something over at NG to announce my leave too, as I do. There is also this one track I made after last summer I hoped to upload before it's after this one too, will see what time allows. At least this post's on cue, amidst a queue of no-go boatloads for future does that prove Blues soothe in rowboat rows dude.
Overall: It's been a good week! Two days work. One short. One long. A lot of backing and packing and revving getting ready to go! And then a few movies. Celebrated Midsummer's Eve speeding down highways by the sea - helping out with catering/sight-seeing at the same time. A tray of plates and platter splattered onto the asphalt along the way, right after the GPS had brought us far into the wilderness of Värmdö, to a dead-end as far as we could get from out destination; we'd turned around to retrace. Still in good time, we salvaged the shards and sped back to fetch new, and with help of a few phone calls and re-routing reached our real destination just an hour late. Then we rode back again, in a torment of rain that cleared along the way, stopping only to breath in clear air and survey the archipelago stretched out by the burly borders of Stockholm. I trekked the train back home and ate a wholesome dinner full of leftovers. And thus, this year's unexpectedly adventurous very unconditionally nontraditional Midsummer celebrations reached an end! But it was a good trip.
It's been a good week overall, but this Monday a good friend, old man and relative passed away in what seemed just a sudden surge of fever. Kalle Gärde. He celebrated his 85th birthday just last week, but though this mishap's bleak - we'll remember your past deeds brightly - past sleep. You did much with your life, you never lacked speech, your summers were vast eves full of insane berry-picking feats we speak of enviously. Not many people seem like so real men to me: never slowing down, never tending grief or your fiend disease, always with a smile cracking up in your crinkly crease, though often upside down: you wore that frown like a crown. A twinkle in your eye, each wrinkle but a prize for this proud and stubborn Northerner who did naught but live his life with style, no matter the strife and trial. I didn't expect this leave, not with the energy and fight you breathed... but I'd like to think that friends we be: at ends we meet, attend the feasts, send out greets and spend our dreams pretentiously. It's been an honor to attend your meals.
RIP Kalle Gärde
On the blog I've posted this and that and music, and here's last week.