Monday Musings

Going away for the weekend does seem to wreak havoc with my capacity to keep up with ,blogeček'.  Not only is it impossible to write over the weekend, but I can't even write on Friday, due to the necessity to work (and plan work) like the clappers from 8am till about 7pm in order to have a weekend free in the first place.  This is of course, ever more tragic, in light of the fact that I had a spare hour or so this morning to go and get some food to replenish my empty fridge with, but the local Tesco is so useless, I had to go again in the afternoon to the big one in Anděl.  Not only that, but then even the big one still didn't have about three main things I needed (for a healthy and varied diet) nor about three other things I can hang on for but would have liked to have got in one go.

Bloody shopping.  I hate it.  That's today's problem in a nutshell.  ,,V kostce", as they say here.  And it gets worse.  Last night, I dreamt about buying a new bag and then finding that it came with a brilliantly reduced, sale-price wallet.  I think my brain has finally lost it.  I mean, who the hell dreams about shopping?!!  And for a bag and a purse?  Heaven help me.  Seriously.  I know I still mourn the loss of my oh-so-delightful fake green leather wallet, that I could quickly pop under my arm whenever I needed to have my hands free, which cheered me up unfathomably, but that purse is long gone.  As is my capacity to buy anything nice.

Maybe that's what it is.  The knowledge that all this recent flat-out work leaves me unable to buy anything delightful and frivolous, or even nice-but-practical.  I had to dip into "birthday money" just to get a magazine and some blank CDs.  ,,Ach jo..."  (This is a common Czech expression meaning, "oh well", which is followed up with a sigh and a sort of 'resigned to despair' kind of look.)

This wasn't how my return to blogeček was supposed to turn out.  I was meant to be revealing the details of my weekend.  Not all of the details, such as my musings on what the hell being in love is anyway, and am I not merely mistaking it for a hormonal imbalance of some kind, but just the ones I have photographic evidence of.  Which is merely, walking up a big hill, known affectionately as a mountain here.  How high does a big hill have to be, before it qualifies as a mountain?  I just don't believe that it is possible I climbed up a mountain this Saturday.  It simply cannot be linguistically accurate in English, even if the Czechs say 'byli jsme na výlet, na horách" all the time.

Anyway, this was the view of other ,,hory" (mountains) from the one I walked up:

And this was the view of the receding sunlight over a hill at the bottom of Milešovka, on the walk back to the car:

And lo and behold, with this, my precious free time is nearly up and I must away...my apologies for such a confused and almost deliriously tired entry today.  But then, I did climb a mountain at the weekend.  That's got to count for something.