dinsdag 7 okt. 2014. Nog 1 week
One of my compagnons, Tosca
Something akward happened to me today. On Tuesday I usually have diner at son Serve’s in Lanaken. After diner, on the way home, I drop in at McDonalds for an ice cream cone of one E. When I parked and got out of the car two “gitsje” (young gogogirls, not to be confused with “blutjse” because the latter are also a little silly) on their bikes came upon me. I estimate one some 13 years old. Sir, is there a horse in the trailer? No, only horsepoop, I answered. The moon is full, says the youngest. Tomorrow the moon has her period and …. Aparently surprised by her own daring she talked the rest in the other direction. I can not hear you well, I say. Tomorrow the moon has its period sir and …. (again in the opposite direction). I showed my gynaecological knowledge by answering: then put a tampon in the moon, the period probably will stop sooner or later. I thought I’d better give a practical answer, so it will be less likely they’ll take me for a dirty old man. Which of course I am, but they don’t have to know. Yes, explained the largest of the two: tomorrow will be a lunar eclipse. Oh, I thought, then the moon really has her periods. Reminds me of those two girls of 10. One tells the other: under the viaduct, I found a dildo. Says the other: what is it, a viaduct? So you see, language develops, so does culture, and morals too. My late father-in-law already said before my marriadge: other ages?/times, other morals. Now I wonder if that statement was meant for me? But at that age my understanding wasn’t yet like it is now. Though now my understanding still is little, according to my children.
C. mails me, asking if I slept well. People suffer most of the suffering they fear. Did that also count for me? I sleep well, even in heavier periods earlier in my life I did. Only some hot flushes (hot flashes) of the antibiotics a while ago. I had some blood samples taken this morning. To see if this is the beginning of the end. My legs go fine, but the rest of the corpus is not yet 100% O.K., and I’m used to being 110%. May be I’d better let my legs do the walking without the rest. I told Hans that maybe I would not reach my purpose, I might not even survive my journey. To which Hans answered, you always are late anyway, so probably also at the gate of heaven. Then Peter already has “Schich” (pause). Ha, ha, you thought that gate would stop me? I would simply climb over it. Or maybe rather not. It’s more fun watching those mortals who stand waiting in front of the gate than getting in my self. Not me. More and more acquaintances are promising to light a candle to my succes. I hope those candles will be thick enough. I believe I reported yesterday, that at least half the chapel of “Slevrouwe” in Maastricht should be filled with burning fat candles to boost my chances of success to over 50%. So hopefully my tour also helps boosting the religious feeling of our regional population.
So there is a lot of fun (geouwehoer) preparing the trip. Exept for extra laces I believe I now have everything necessary. Flyers about sponsoring Mama Alice will be distributed this week. My booklet on Spanish is quickly rehearsed. Friends and acquaintances come to say goodbye. I say adios to my terminal patients and also to some non terminal. I have to be careful, because if you’re reading this, one might think, oh, so I am terminal, because yesterday he was still here. Don’t be afraid.
And then there still is the young dog Tosca. She is not just fun. Bites everything, jumps on the table, barks almost constantly, jumps against everyone. It’ll be quite a job to handle her. But well, I wanted my trip to be different from other trips, more difficult, right? I think I achieved that. Should I be proud of it?
This weekend reunion of our family and family in law. Part of our family comes from all kind of different countries: Peru, Norway, Poland, France, Indonesia, Canada, Germany, Holland. Xenophobia is difficult in our family. If you think it over I guess 98% of the world is foreigner and all of them can steal our jobs! My ideal of a child in law therefore is a dark gay Jewish person from Belgium with a bump who tells a “nutte witz” (dirty joke) with a northern Dutch accent .
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