8km run + winter swimming in an ice-cold river.
I guess it's about time I started doing foolish things. Better now - people will get used to and won't get surprised in the future, when I'm old(er).
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28 December 2014
20 December 2014
The One Where You Look Into The Wardrobe And Think You Have Nothing [Appropriate] To Wear
Oh my, I'm turning into a
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realwoman...
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19 December 2014
The One With The Good Thing About Winter
There's just about one good thing about Winter - that you get to see more sunrises.
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15 December 2014
The One With Either A Good Deed Or Something Like It
An old lady came to me at the library and asked if I had some time to spare.
I automatically said no, thinking she wanted to give me speech about either God or politics, or maybe hand me some leaflets, or something similar.
But then she specified that she was looking for someone to help her finish an official letter that she needed for court; she had a pendrive where the draft document had already been stored; she had a ton of handwritten notes, official letters etc. and she wanted some paragraphs to be added to the document. She knew where the library computer room was (I didn't) and that you could use a computer there to work and print the results, as she had done before with - I assumed - help of some other kind soul.
It felt pretty weird spending an hour with a strange old lady who knew computers and pendrives and such, but still looked like all that technology was kind of magic for her, so she used it as a black box and needed someone to operate it for her.
Stay tuned.
I automatically said no, thinking she wanted to give me speech about either God or politics, or maybe hand me some leaflets, or something similar.
But then she specified that she was looking for someone to help her finish an official letter that she needed for court; she had a pendrive where the draft document had already been stored; she had a ton of handwritten notes, official letters etc. and she wanted some paragraphs to be added to the document. She knew where the library computer room was (I didn't) and that you could use a computer there to work and print the results, as she had done before with - I assumed - help of some other kind soul.
It felt pretty weird spending an hour with a strange old lady who knew computers and pendrives and such, but still looked like all that technology was kind of magic for her, so she used it as a black box and needed someone to operate it for her.
Stay tuned.
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