The day before... and after

It’s done. Thanks to our tremendous contributions, our sacrifices and our courage at long last the Sun has stopped being such a wimp and whatever it takes it from now on will spend more time in the sky than under it. And then he will become more and moer courageous till she will become the domionant creature of the sky. By the way, he or she? Tradition tells the sun is a masculine thing, the moon is a feminine thing etc etc... But did anyone know that he is a cross dresser? And that it has been going on for so long that nobody actually knows if he is a she or she is a he. I guess it wouldn’t matter to me but the English language is such that to refer to another person as ‘it’ is a sin against polite manners.
We fond an excellent recipe yesterday:
http://www.deliaonline.com/cookery-school/how-to/how-to-make-shortcrust-pastry,21,AR.html
I recommend reading it and then giving yourself an exercise: see if you can write it shorter

I am on my own for a bit of change. The gang is outside playing in the fresh, crisp snow. Finally I could convince them to gimme a break and leave me alone, besides the library is a quiet place and in these festive times it is hard to be quiet. Ask Lili if you don’t believe me. Another, big plus to being outside is the bright, more or less blue sky. It is amazing how bright it can get, even if the sun is hiding behind, under the trees when there are no clouds. I have almost, honesty first, I have forgotten this in the last 2 months.
The Gang nowadays is Tobi, Elena, Blabla and occasionally Zigy. Blabla is back in the gang thank to his pizza cooking and stashing talents for which it seems he should be thankful because this is what made Tobi remember eventually that he has non dragon friends. The little girl, I forgotten her name has never shoved. I speculate that she missed her train from Helsinki and have decided not to bother with coming altogether. Lili has forgotten about her the same as I have forgotten her name. So it is fine. I wonder if you can guess where to find Moses.
We are a great anticipation these days. I like to get presents and I know of someone who gets excited about them far, far more than I do. She is four and a half and about 110cms tall. Oh, and someone else! Another one to be left for the dear reader to guess. Jen said that luckily imaginary people need only imaginary presents. I started debating about that. That they are imaginary. But Lili put me into my place.
She is a bit amusing on that. You can play anything as long as you keep in mind it is only a game. It’s her attitude. Although she has gotten a bit carried away with recent festivities, yet to come but I blame the education system for that entirely. And I am damn right!
Yesterday we had a small celebration to welcome the sun after the longest night. We celebrated with breakfast so everyone starved their eyes out by 10:28 when she finally got up. Not an early bird.
And the word bird reminds me to the guys I have been writing about. The berry birds who picked Scotland’s berry trees bare and shit it all into the North Sea they were so fast. They are still here. They taking their time. It might be that they have separated into smaller groups this year who have different sections of Europe to raid therefore making those raids a heck of a lot longer. I don’t mind. I like listening to their quiet yet melodic chatter. They are a contrast to crows in many ways as well.
Yesterday sitting outside our office enjoying the bright blinding daylight – because it has started yesterday – I watched these birds having lunch on a tree nearby and noticed 2 crows having lunch, actually brunch, they looked liked they just got up recently then. The crows had a different strategy. Certainly not stinking berries that make your stomach all runny and stuff oh no! One of them sat outside the bin house to keep watch while the other went in to pick through the open bins, and checking around the compost if there is any misplaced compostable waste. They were fairly successful. I couldn’t see what exactly the menu was but looked like a multiple course branch.
And finally, for I have to stop, I am getting glances from the librarian to handle the creatures knocking on the window behind me... They must be getting cold.
So finally, for these festive days here is a phrase I have seen recently:
‘The World is Ours’
What do you think of this phrase? Please let me know. And I am serious. You can comment to this blog, email me, send a message via Skype, facebook, email, or regular postal services. You can call me or try telepathy of you really have a lot of time.
Happy, Peace- and restful festivities!